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Obey Me

Night Bringer

GODDAMMIT I​ DON'T​ WANT​ TO​ ADMIT IT!!

but​ it's​ true:'((((

I NEED TO READ I NEED TO WRITE I NEED TO CREATE I NEED TO DRAW I NEED TO CLEAN I NEED TO WORK OUT I NEED TO LEARN *watches YouTube for 6 hours*

Hahahaha yes:)))​

people will bring up the fictional murder as if i had anything to do with it or could stop it. like i’m not aware. “you know this freak KILLS people right?” man what do you want me do about that. i’m not his keeper. he’s funny to observe. and also not real

ichor.

belphegor x gn reader

angst

​“I don’t trust you anymore, Belphegor.” Weak and broken. Resigned. A voice too tired to pretend. A voice too small to be pretend.

​You are so, so tired. Belphie can see it in your eyes (the bags underneath speak—no, scream volumes. Agony and anguish weigh down on your shoulders like the weight of Lilith’s limp body on his all those millennia ago. He wishes he could save you, but how can he dare when he was the one to have put you in this position?) and there is grief violently ripping and tearing into his heart hearing you so drained and defeated. The spark known as you has diminished and extinguished and Sloth knows he has no one to blame but himself.

“I’m sorry.” You add. An afterthought. A sick sense of amusement finds its way into him, presenting itself in the metallic tang on his tongue and the taste of bile in his throat. How ironic, that you are the one to apologize, after everything he has put you through.

​How ironic, that after everything he put you through, his anger at you outweighs his shame.

​“Are you serious? It’s been months since I…since that happened. I thought we moved past that, or are you still that hung up on the past?” He spits his words out with a nonchalant yet scathing venom, the shame in him burning but still not as hot as the angered entitlement he feels. He…did that, sure. But have his brothers not threatened and attempted the same? Yet because of his success he is punished. (He refuses to acknowledge the difference between failure and success in this case. He doesn’t think he can bear it if he does.) Did his immediate regret mean nothing to you? Has he not done enough? He wants the normalcy you have with the rest of his brothers. He wants what you had with him, before he was freed from the attic. The thought that he may never get that refuels his annoyance and suddenly any regret he feels over his confrontation is burnt to a crisp in the flames of distress.

​“I never thought you would be that petty, Bug.” A term of endearment weaponized against you and you cannot understand why you ever thought you could learn to love him.

(The youngest has always gotten his way, you belatedly realize. He will never apologize, not when his sins have always been forgiven without a second thought. The sentiment is bitter in your throat.)

​You are silent for a moment, unsure what to say, and for a moment Belphegor thinks you may finally understand. He thinks you might have started to see it his way.

​But then you laugh. You laugh and it is jagged, and sharp, and vile. It is broken and crackly and filled with all the things you could never say to his face. Mockery and resentment cloud the room and the worst part is you can’t tell who it’s coming from. Sloth’s brattiness has always been his trademark, and yet you begin to realize it’s one of the many things you cannot stand about him.

​“I’m sorry, is being upset over you killing me that unreasonable?” (He flinches, and a sick sense of satisfaction fills you.) You are raw and hurting and regret clouds the both of you. Him for his audacity and you for ever thinking of forgiving the man standing before you. “I apologize, my lord, but usually, for mere fucking humans like me, we only die once.” Your smile is sharp and predatory, and for once, Belphie feels like he is the prey.

​“Being brought back to life doesn’t change the fact that I died because of you, Sloth. I still remember you killing me. I still remember seeing my dead body. (Your voice cracks and so does his heart.) Sort of a mindfuck if you can try and understand.” (He knows you doubt him and his empathy from your tone alone and that stings in a place he didn’t think he could be hurt in anymore.) You are hot and flaming and burning to a crisp and like a moth to a flame, Sloth keeps flying to his doom.

​“You aren’t a regular human though, are you? After all, you came back. It’s annoying to see you so quick to blame me when my brothers have basically done the same.” His voice is calm, but his head is anything but. Voices in his mind scream for him to go further; to bite and tear until there is nothing left of you, yet his heart and soul plead and beg for him to get on his knees and pray for forgiveness. But when has anything good been done when he listened to himself? The last time he did (“let her love, Belphegor.”) he made the biggest mistake of his life. (The arrow pierces from her chest out through her wings and he realizes with horror that he was the one chosen to be saved instead. He was the one who had caused Lilith to bleed gold until ichor turned to inky tar and Lucifer had given up his freedom to give her another life away from them all.) And Belphie realizes he is scared because he can’t lose another one. He can’t lose another member of his family. He can’t lose you.

​But Belphegor’s always been one to speak first and think later and his words cut deep when he says, “Then again, if it weren’t for Lilith, you wouldn’t even be here, would you? So do you really belong here, or are you just a placeholder for someone you can’t even begin to replace?”

​There is silence, and then there is a stare, and Belphie feels like he’s losing Lilith all over again with the way life leaves your eyes.

​“I think you should go, Belphie.” Your voice is dull and empty and Belphie wishes that he never spoke. He wishes you were still looking at him with hatred and resentment because he feels like he’s killed you again and his breath is picking up and oh, Father, what did he do?

​“Bug, I-“

​“Leave, Belphegor.” You stare at the wall behind him as your pact activates. When he shuts the door behind him you slowly stumble over to your bed and sit down.

​Sloth always knew how to break you in the worst of ways, and from opposite sides of a wall, you both break down from the knowledge of it.

long time no write 🥴

yeah so i lied i didn’t do any of the Drabble requests because i am but a lowly court jester too stupid to retain the ideas of others. i write simply on whims and hope that people do not hate the words I put down as much as I do.

comments and feedback are appreciated i hope ygs know anytime you wrote any sort of ‘review’ I screenshot it and put it in my special album

After the initial shock and sadness of the brothers realizing that MC will die one day; I think i’d be funny if MC jokes about and and uses it as leverage occasionally.

Lucifer: MC your grades are horrible you need to work on the assignments that have been given to you

MC: i’m going to die one day and you’re going to be sad about all of the times i could have been happy and yet you made me do schoolwork instead

Like MC being an absolute menace would be so fucking funny to me

belphie: im not helping you with the dishes do it urself

MC:

MC: hey belph do you remember-

belphie: dont-

MC: remember the time you killed me after i freed you from ur attic prison and then u laughed over my corpse?. bc i do.

belphie:

belphie: okay jfc ill help you with the fucking dishes

writing fanfiction is wild. i could make these two characters do anything. i could make them get married rn. the possibilities are endless

Mc: * fighting with lucifer* "Fuck you too you emo ass 4 winged ass turkey lookin ass bitch"!"

Asmo: *Laughing so hard he's wheezing* "im- I'm gonna throw up - "

Im not a lucifer nor belphegor apologist

ok but am i the only one who doesn't think it's that unreasonable that solomon, the protector of humanity, is asking us to side with humanity if it ever comes to that

i see people out here acting like he's committing a war crime or something ?? sorry but I wouldn't want to fight on opposite sides of someone i love either ?? like that's valid??

hehehe Get​ over​ here​ u​ stupid​ old​ bish! 😈👢

reblog to hit lucifer with a slipper

I’m meathead

"I wish you tried to save me..."

MC makes a dark wish during the Yokai event

TW: Mentions of death, Strong language. Also if you're a Belphie stan, it's better you don't read this.

There was a deadly silence around you except distant echoes of the yokais parading far away. You looked away from the wishing lantern with a nonchalant smile.

"Well then let's go. There's much more to see."

You skipped ahead as if you hadn't said the wish out loud. As if you hadn't ripped open your deepest wound and let your blood drown them whole.

You looked at their aghast faces and made no acknowledgement. They could forget this - just like they forgot that night that haunts you to this day.

Except Luke of course. You made sure to keep the wish as vague as possible so he wouldn't understand. And he didn't.

"Is this about the time you got detention for texting Solomon and Me during Devildom Law class?" Luke chuckled.

You smiled and nodded and held out your hand.

"Let's to get some snacks and sit under the cherry blossom trees there. Sounds okay?"

Luke took your hand and skipped ahead. "What happened to the rest of you? Why do you all look so... scared?" He frowned.

You nudged him forward. "Maybe they are still spooked from that cursed cave we visited. Let's give them some time to recover okay? They know where to find us."

You leaned against the tree and sighed in relief. Seeing their guilt-ridden faces brought about some sort of vindication. And being around Luke made you feel much calmer.

"I'll bring some candy apples for us MC!" Luke said, before scampering off.

And moments after, someone else appeared. "MC..." He called out, stepping out of the shadows of the tree.

Lucifer

He didn't sit next to you. He kneeled in front of you. His eyes never looked this apologetic before. You wondered how the Avatar of Pride could ever make such a face.

"I owe you an apology, MC. Perhaps it's long overdue."

"It's alright, Lucifer. I made my peace with it."

You looked away and breathed deeply. He hated it. All of this time, he believed your pretense like a fool. Of course you were hurting. Who wouldn't?

"You must still allow me to apologize-"

"Would you still be apologizing..." You looked directly at him. "...if I had no connection with Lilith?"

Lucifer visibly faltered. That cold look in your eyes, he recognised it. You had never forgiven him in the first place.

"MC, I'm sure by now, you know we care about you for you."

"Sure if you say so. If you've nothing else to say would you sit by me instead of kneeling like that please? Thank you."

He paused for a while. The silence was filled with cicadas humming nearby and the distant music of the parade.

"I loved you even when I forgot Lilith. The day I forgot everyone - my head screamed to trust you. In fact I wanted you to chose to turn that dagger at me that night."

"You tried to kill me thrice, Lucifer."

"I regret all the hurt I've given you. It was only done as caution to protect my brothers - I will apologise for it for as long as you wish it."

You turned to him suprised. "Since when are you so comfortable with apologies? Have you lost your Pride?"

"With you, I have none." He took your hand and intertwined his fingers. "I could not be more grateful for you. Please, let me repent for my mistakes."

"...I can't make any promises." You looked away. You hadn't expected this from him. He listened diligently, shifting closer until your knees touched.

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Mammon

He sat down promptly, with his body turned towards you. His pressed his hands into fists so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

"Why are you so tense, Mammon? Loosen up, you'll hurt your palms."

He blushed as you took his hands and loosened up his fingers. His nails left imprints on the inside.

"I did try." His voice grew heavy in his throat.

"...hm?"

"I tried...to save you." He looked like he was doing his best not lose his mind. "I held you, tried to shake you, kept calling out your name - but your body..."

At this point, he took your hands and enclosed them within his own.

"Your body wasn't warm like this. You had turned so cold...and then your head fell onto one side ...and I saw the gashes Belphie left on your neck..."

"Mammon..."

His hand went up on instinct. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of your neck, no traces of the wounds inflicted. He heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, MC..."

"...."

"I was supposed to protect ya! I know I was! And I failed in the worst way possible! And I know I don't even deserve to be near ya like this and-"

"Mammon! Hush!"

You ran fingers through his hair till his breathing was normal again. But now his eyes were teary. He leaned forward, putting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry MC...I'm so sorry..."

"I was just upset you never acknowledged it." You smoothened the hairs on his neck. "Thank you for telling me all this."

"You came back alive moments after you died- We didn't - I didn't know you still- I'm sorry..."

"...thank you...for holding me in my last moments, Mammon." You ruffled his hair and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. And you let him.

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Leviathan

He didn't sit down. He stumbled and stood before you, trembling all over. You sighed. You almost felt sorry.

"Levi... you're shaking." You stared at him and he dropped on his knees and bowed headfirst into the ground.

It was whimpers first. Then it turned into loud cries. He was screaming muffled apologies into the ground over and over again.

"Are you cold?"

His body jerked up at your question. His face was flushed red, cheeks glistening with endless tears.

"I'm sorry... MC...I'm sorry... I'm sorry...MC" He chanted over and over again, like a desperate prayer.

"Calm yourself, Levi. Breathe first." You patted on his back until he stopped hyperventilating.

"I was the first...the first to attack you, wasn't I? You must have been terrified ever since...Damnit I was so stupid! I'm still so stupid!"

He banged his fists against his head but you stopped him.

"And I froze when I saw you lying there- I never thought Belphie could ever do such a thing!"

You sighed and looked away at the distant lights. "And there I thought you were my best friend...I couldn't have been more wrong."

Levi's breath hitched in his throat. He hung his head, his eyes burning with tears. You heard him whimper, you did nothing.

"I'll do better, MC!" He finally lifted his head as he wailed. Bowing to the ground and kneeling his head. "I'll be a better best friend, I swear! Please don't shut me off anymore!"

"Get up and wipe those tears first. You're ruining your costume." You reached out to him. He crashed into your lap still whimpering.

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Satan

He sat in front of you, legs folded, shoulders hunched. He struggled to meet your gaze. It was rare to see Satan this nervous and unsure of himself.

"I...I don't know where to start, MC..." He started.

"It's rare for you not to know something. I'm suprised." You let out a bitter chuckle.

"If you wouldn't mind, MC...could I ask you something?" He inched closer.

"If it's about how much I remember... well, I remember everything." You smiled.

"...."

"I remember losing conciousness, the throbbing pain on my neck, the way you and everyone else just stared as I struggled to breathe a little more and I.."

You choked up. You didn't realise how much pain you'd been holding inside until you talked about it.

"And I remember thinking like a fool, that you'd save me. Afterall you're the only one who didn't project Lilith's image onto me."

Satan's lower lip trembled at the tears falling down your face. He could almost feel everything that happened to you. The pain, the betrayal...how did you pretend all this time...

"Oh MC, I- how can I ever make it up to you...?" He reached out to touch you, feeling the wetness on your cheek.

You brushed his hand away. "If only you asked me this two years ago."

"If I could turn back time MC, I'd never let you meet Belphie alone. I wouldn't let him touch you. I'd rip his hand off you if he dared to." Satan sounded dead serious.

"You'd turn against your own brother..." Your eyes widened. "... for a mere human like me?"

"You're no mere human to me! You saved all of us. You saved me, MC...you kept saving me, over and over. You know me better my own brothers do. You deserve to be saved more than any of us."

He held your hands and buried his face in them. He looked desperate.

"Then remember to save me next time." You gave him a half smile before leaning on his shoulder. He stroked your hair and nodded.

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Asmodeus

He already had mascara running down his eyes when arrived. He dropped to the grass, bawling his eyes out like there was no tomorrow.

"Funny, that's how I used to cry at night too." You fished out a handkerchief for him. "Only I knew to how to do it quietly."

"M-MC..." He sniffled as he took it off your hands.

"You wanted to rip my heart out didn't you? To see if I was deceiving you?" You lay your hands by your side, keeping yourself wide open. "Go ahead, Asmo. You're free to do it now."

"MC! No! I could never! Stop that please!" He grabbed you by the hands, pleading.

"You can watch me die but can't do it yourself... why is that, Asmo?" You smiled up at him. "Or maybe I'm being too harsh on you. You never raised a hand on me, did you?"

Asmo shook his head violently. The elaborate ornaments came loose and tilted at odd angles. But he didn't seem to care.

"You're making a mess of yourself, Asmo. Stay still." You said, making him sit while you fixed his hair.

"We're all a mess. We've been a mess ever since we fell from the Celestial Realm...or maybe it started while we were there..." Asmo spoke through strained breaths.

You remained silent. When was the last time Asmo was this vulnerable? Without being drunk off Demonus?

"But you came along...it no longer felt like a mess. You fixed us..." He looked at you with his gleaming eyes. Wonder turned into hurt and then into guilt. He lowered his eyes.

"But we...we made a mess of you instead..." Asmo's voice broke again. "Please...please forgive us...forgive me, MC..."

You went back to quietly fixing his hair. Asmo looked up at you - your eyes softening at the corners. He wrapped his arms around your waist and sobbed into your chest.

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Beelzebub

He stood rigid and unmoving even as if you beckoned to him. He blinked excessively and opened and closed his fists as if to calm himself down.

He opened his mouth finally. "MC, I-"

"If you're here to apologise for Belphie...please don't bother, Beel." You stood up and dusted yourself off. "He may be your twin but you're not responsible for his actions."

"No I'm...Im only here to apologise for my own actions. I failed you, MC." His eyes turned glassy in seconds. "Just like I failed her."

"Well since Lilith and I are practically the same person to your lot, isn't it fitting that I share the same fate as her? And to think, I only wanted to rescue Belphie because you missed him so much."

You let out a dry chuckle and pretended to play with a cherry blossom.

Beel fell to the grass on his knees. "You...you did that for me..?" His eyes were overflowing now. Silently but surely.

You walked towards him and bent down to his level. "Don't worry. She never blamed you. And neither do I."

"MC... you're really kind." He hugged you without warning. His big arms wrapping around you, hoisting you up slightly as he breathed deeply.

"I'm not kind, Beel. I'm nothing like what you think of me. But perhaps out of everyone else, I would find it easier to forgive you can't help but love that wretched twin of yours."

His arms loosened as you expected. You smiled and pulled away. The horror in his eyes almost broke your heart but you braved on.

"I held my silence for your sake Beel. And I promise you I have no intention of hurting anyone. But I cannot ever trust Belphie again. I hope you understand."

After what seemed like hours of silence, he finally nodded. You held out your hand. He took it.

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Belphegor

You stood up even before he could walk closer. No even after all these years, you couldn't be alone with him without your stomach turning in disgust.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, MC. My brothers and the others are close by." Belphie said, sitting down where you were seconds ago.

With eyelids drooping in sleep and that ridiculous costume you might have considered cute in some other timeline - he hardly looked like something to be afraid of.

"Why are you here, Belphie?"

"It was my fault that night. So please, don't hold my brothers accountable for it." He said curtly. Your blood boiled within your veins.

"Was I ever unkind to you, Belphie?" You managed to say. "Did I stray from any requests you made of me, when you were locked in?"

"No. No you didn't." He looked at you with puzzled eyes.

"Did I ever try to hurt any of your precious brothers? Did I do anything to harm your family?" You prodded on.

"No you didn't." Something about your rising tone made him lower his.

"Did I look happy when the attic door opened? Was I smiling like an idiot when I came and hugged you for the first time?"

"...Yes." He was curling himself up in a ball.

"Then why..." You walked forward until he had to arch his neck fully to see your face, "...why did you do this to me?"

"MC I'm-"

"No shut up. I'm not done." That was a command. He felt his mouth snap shut on its own.

"I know why noone saved me that night." You picked up a cherry blossom branch lying on the ground and tossed it to him. He caught it clumsily.

"It's because everyone here is your family. You killed me in a place where I had noone. You made sure of it. You killed me never caring that I too had a life out in the human world." You said bitterly.

Belphie's eyes went wide at the accusation. But he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Oh and you said your brothers are nearby? So I don't have to be afraid?! Don't fuck with me. They're here to protect you from me, now that you've made a pact with me."

Belphie made mumbling noises. As loud as you can make when your lips are sealed shut, clawing at his own mouth to open it up.

"And after all that - what was the first thing you said to me? Ah yes, 'I'm sorry...Lilith.' Not me, not the human you actually killed. Like I didn't exist. You took everything from me and then treated me like a Lilith substitute since then to NOW, you bitch."

Belphie stopped struggling. He stared at you in despair and horror, not knowing what to say or do anymore. His fingers twitched in fear. He could have never known this side of you existed.

"You thought I forgave you didn't you? I'm the nice human who didn't care about their death just cause you didn't want to own up to what you did! Isn't it?!"

Belphie's mouth finally fell open. But now he had no idea what to say.

"And being the fucking baby that you are - everyone did what YOU wanted while I cried myself to sleep every fucking night, wondering how many more days I'll have to stuck with you deceitful lot. Do you have ANYTHING to say in your defense?"

"The pact...my pact was my apology." He said. "To make sure I never hurt you in any way again."

You blinked several times trying to register his answer. It was so absurd. You started cackling like a cartoon witch in a Halloween special.

"You really think you did something there? Your big mic drop was it? Am I supposed to be grateful and drop to your feet sire? Ahahahhahah!"

"If you were really this upset, why not tell us this before? If this is how you truly felt about us why did you pretend for so long?! Do you know how it feels to be blindsided like this- "

Belphie stopped midway, suddenly knowing answer to his own question. You smiled menancingly before walking away.

"Deception isn't so fun when you're on the receiving end, isn't it Belphie? You're not so different from a dumb human afterall."

Y'all know what time it is...

GAMEEEE TIMEEE !! Tell me ur Childhood Crush vs. Current Crush

[ It can be fictional or non fictional characters ]

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I know most people of the fandom view and interpret Lucifer as some kind of sadistic ultra alfa male dom (1 of the things is true), but i swear to God if u say the minimal praise or show the tiny bit of affection to that man he will break apart!!!! That guy blushes hard and cries for affection!!! Such a loser!!! (I love him)

-🍵

NSFW MDNI (nothing explicit, but putting this because of the discussion of dom/sub dynamics)

Okay is the 1 thing that's true "male?" Because we've all seen dame Lucifer, right?? LOL!

Anyway, I have seen some discussion about this and I have to say it's really interesting to me and my personal relationship with Lucifer as a character.

Because initially, I was just like everybody else. In Season One of the OG, I read Lucifer as a sadistic ultra alpha male dom, absolutely. I was like yup this guy is super dom like wow. And I was into that for a little while, but then it got annoying. So I went from liking him to disliking him quite a bit.

Then as the seasons progressed, I realized that it's all an act.

Lucifer wants everyone to think he's some sadistic dom type. And to that end, I think he would take on that role for an MC who was into it. (Technically I think he's a switch.)

But the reality is that Lucifer wants to be a sub so bad. Underneath that stoic strict facade, you've got one overtired guy who would lose his whole mind if someone else took control of him for once.

You could go with the soft praise route and I think he'd melt. Exactly like you said, he'd break apart and blush like crazy. BUT only with someone he trusts. Someone he can let see the truth beneath that exterior he always puts up. He worries too much about his reputation to be careless about it. So this is something I think only MC (and maybe Diavolo) could successfully pull out of him.

I also think you could go hardcore with it and he'd be into that, too.

I mean, imagine being Lucifer. Imagine being one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Imagine having the reputation that he has, knowing that he could snap his fingers and obliterate everything if he really wanted to. Imagine being dangerous in a quiet and authoritative way. Imagine keeping other super powerful demons in line with only a few words. Imagine having to keep that up at all costs all the time. Imagine working so hard for so long to maintain that image.

And then imagine someone comes along with whom you can be who you really are. Someone with whom you can let your guard down. Someone you can finally be completely and totally honest with. Someone you trust.

Oh yes. I think Lucifer wants nothing more than to submit to the one he loves the most. And it's because he loves them that he's not only willing to, he craves it.

Well, anyway, I got a little carried away, but that's my opinion on it!

Also I just love thinking about the reaction Lucifer would have if MC called him a good boy. 😊

this one’s a few days late due to having a lot of doctors appointments sorry it’s  just 9 pages, and about some rats… it’s more symbolic than anything really

(it’s completely unrelated to any of my songs that have to do with “puzzleboy”) Patreon: www.patreon.com/PengoSolvent

MC: How fucking dare you?

Lucifer: Excuse me?

MC: How dare you stand there trying to warn about Solomon?

Lucifer: You don't even know half of the things your beloved teacher has done. And I'm confident he doesn't have the gall to tell you either.

MC: I don't need to know about his past to judge his character.

Lucifer: You'd be dead if we left you to him!

MC: And I definitely did die when I was left upto you and your lot!

Lucifer: ....

MC: And guess who kept me alive and well enough to stand here and talk to you? Solomon.

Lucifer: MC, about Belphie I-

MC: I would never expect you to choose a mere human's life over your brother's tantrums but I know someone else would.

Solomon: It's okay, MC. Don't waste your breath on them. *holds out his hand*

MC: *takes his hand and starts to leave* Just because I have been nice enough to never use the pacts against you doesn't mean I'll be nice forever. So watch yourself.

Lucifer: MC...

"I used to love you actually..."

Brothers react to MC saying they used to love them and don't anymore

"There's no way that's true! You're all wrong!" Asmo was screaming in the main room. You walked into the room with a look of inquiry.

"Asmo's making a scene about your love interests again, MC." Levi complained.

"Alright what seems to be the question now?" You ask, rolling your eyes to the sky. The sooner you answer, the lesser they fight.

"He was wondering if you ever fell in love with someone the first year you came to Devildom. Even a little crush." Satan explained, the eagerness in his own voice was heard clearly.

"Oh that? Well yes I did. And then I got over it I guess? Like it lasted pretty long but it was only a one sided love so I doubted if it would work and then lost feelings." You answer nonchalantly.

Everyone's faces lit up and then hung down disappointed. Who could be that unlucky?

"And who was that poor bastard?!" Mammon laughed to mask his nervousness inside.

"Hmm it was you, actually. I used to be in love with you." You pointed to one of them, shrugged your shoulders and left the room.

Lucifer

Pride rose and fell in his heart like the tides. As you left the room, he was conflicted if he should confront you now or later.

He decided it to be later.

It was easy to tell why you would fall in love with him - but it was the falling out that he didn't see coming.

"MC, may I have a moment with you?" He asks, reaching for your hand. You nod and follow him into his study.

"About what you said earlier." Lucifer gets to the point directly. "Please elaborate."

"Well I suppose I found it attractive how you protective you are of your brothers, and how you carried all the pain all my yourself. And also how graceful, meticulous and hardworking you are. That made me fall for you." You said.

Lucifer blushed under his hand that covered his mouth as if to show he's deep in thought.

"Then what changed?" His voice was smaller now. Unsure.

"You tried to kill me. Thrice. Almost broke my hand while dancing. Almost killed me, your own brother and a baby angel. And again when I freed Belphie." You had no emotion in your voice when you spoke. "So naturally you can see why the attraction wore off?"

Lucifer fell back on his chair, grabbing a fistful of his own hair. Of course. How easily he'd forgotten all the pain he inflicted on you.

"If you're satisfied, may I leave now?" You said, already standing near the door. Lucifer shot up from his seat.

"Not yet, please." The Avatar of Pride knelt and bowed his head. "Will you give me a second chance, MC? To prove myself to be better?"

"Is this because you still see Lilith in me?" You said, "Because if yes, I'd rather you don't go through all that trouble."

"NO!" Lucifer grabbed your hand, pressing it to his temple, "I- I apologize. Please. Let me redeem myself to you, for YOU, MC."

Mammon

Mammon's face fell at the sound of his name. He wanted to be happy that you liked him but then... He lost you.

No it's not fair. No he cannot lose you without a fight.

He didn't even get to reciprocate your affection. He wouldn't let this be.

"MC! Wait! WAIT!" Mammon ran after you and caught up to you half way into your room. You let him in and he sat on the bed, stuttering.

"Was that for real? What you said? You loved me and then not anymore?" Mammon's voice trailed off at the end.

"I liked how you always wanted me for yourself. And how protective and shy you were. And how you never bothered to use your powers against your brothers even though you are second born. You never even threatened me like them. It felt safe to be around you." You say looking outside the window.

Mammon shifted in his seat, fidgeting with the folds of the bedsheet, looking at you intently. How he just wanted to go over and hold you. But he knew you weren't done talking.

"But then... You started giving me mixed signals. Constantly calling me a stupid human and all. It was endearing at first, but it got tiring. If you aren't clear about your feelings for me - I wouldn't force mine on you. So I kept my distance and got over it." You sighed.

Mammon's heart steeled in his chest. He knew exactly what he had to do. Getting up, he snuck behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

"M-Mammon?" You swayed in his grasp as you felt his heartbeat against your back.

"I love you, MC." He said loud and clear. "I love ya and I was never unclear about it. And I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. All the times I accidentally said it - I meant it. I swear I meant it!" He was desperate at this point, nuzzling and breathing in your scent as if you were about to disappear.

"Are you sure? You won't regret it later?" You said turning around and facing him.

"I WON'T! My biggest regret is that I lost your heart without even knowing. I know I've been nothing but a stupid scumbag, but I really do love you, MC. And I want you back."

Leviathan

It took him a while to register when you said his name. He almost squealed in suprise before he realized what MC had meant.

What was he thinking? Of course you would lose feelings for a gross shut in otaku like him, he was always a lost cause wasn't it-

He has no hope of winning you back but he had this itching need to know why you loved him in the first place.

"MC...will you come to my room? Just for a while. I won't waste too much of your time." Levi had texted and you obliged.

You even knocked and said the password just to humor him. He didn't even ask for it. And that somehow made it worse for his heart.

"Was that true MC? What you said? You like...liked me?" He glanced at your face illuminated blue by the room.

You stood by the aquarium, gliding your finger on the glass, following Henry's trail. "Yes it's true. You were so excitable and passionate about the things you love. And you are so talented too. Drawing, gaming and designing dresses - our plays would be nothing without you. The fact that you fight with Mammon over money and yet lend to him over and over. The way you're so shy but then open once you trust someone. I liked all that. In fact I loved it."

Levi's head felt dizzy with emotion. While the blood rushed to his cheeks at your words, his heart anticipated the worst. "...and then?"

"And then you turned on me. For some stupid quiz. Then you assumed I liked everyone else but you. I realised we weren't even friends. Because friends don't frequently doubt and guilt each other. I was never your Henry no matter how badly I wanted to be. So I fell out of it I guess. Are we done here?" You crossed your arms looking directly at him.

The tall demon collapsed on his knees, all shame and dignity forgotten, violently sobbing as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His tears seeped through your t-shirt as he apologized and called himself stupid over and over.

"Levi...get up! What are you-" You said, taken back by his sudden outburst.

"No MC! I'm afraid I may never be able to tell you otherwise! I loved you from the first time you learnt and uttered my password. I wanted you all to myself but seeing my brothers... How could I of all people deserve you? And I was selfish and I shut you out thinking you'll never like me back BUT I WAS STUPID! I WAS SO STUPID MC! I take it all back! I want to redo please! Can we just refresh and start new?! Please?!"

Satan

Satan longed and dreaded the sound of his name fall from your lips. And when he did, he stared at you unblinking.

He felt a sinking feeling in his chest and he didn't know what it was. Only that he needed to know everything you felt for him. Then and now.

"MC." He held your hand lightly, moments after you left the room. "Come with me for a while, please?"

He guided you to his room. You sat down, running your hands over the pages of a book that lay open on his pillow. He couldn't take his eyes off your candlelit face.

"I need to know...more. When, why, everything. About what you just said. Please." Satan looked to you like a lost kitten.

"Initially...it was just your charms. The way you smiled and acted like a gentleman. It intrigued me. And then I saw your real smile when a stray kitten fell asleep on your shoulder. And I heard you talk on and on about your favourite stories and TV dramas. I saw how kind you are to everyone despite your sin. Before I knew it, I was in love."

You said softly, still palming his books as if you were palming his head instead.

Satan felt his room grow smaller. Suddenly there wasn't enough air for the two of you to breathe. He tugged at his collar, waiting patiently for you to continue.

"And then you threatened me into making a pact with you. Just to irk Lucifer. Pacts were meant to be a bond of love and trust. Not to spit in the face of someone you hate. But I realised...even if by some miracle, you learnt to love me back - your hate for Lucifer would always triumph over your love for me. That was enough for me to lose all hope."

You sighed and closed the book. "Need I say more?" Satan sat frozen in time, realizing the worst of himself. But he came to his senses before you could open the door.

"MC, wait, no." Satan caged you within his arms against the door. His eyes looked dewy. "Don't leave yet. Something hurts. Like something has been ripped out. What is this feeling MC?"

"That's probably the heart break I felt. You'll get used to it. Humans feel it almost all the time." You say.

"But it seems to go away when you're here. It seems less painful. I know I have a lot to fix about myself. But I have become better than before right MC? You taught me all the good emotions right? Can I not make you feel better anymore? Won't you please ...atleast let me show you how much I've loved you all this time?"

Asmodeus

His favourite sound in the world was your voice calling his name. But now he hated it.

No..no..NO! This isn't.. This isn't how it was supposed to be. Everyone loves him. But if you don't - what's the point??

Asmo went into shock mode for the whole day. He returned at night, knocking on your door, drunk like a fish."Tell me you didn't mean that. Please tell me you didn't mean that MC."

He stumbled into your arms the moment you opened the door, sending you both falling on the carpeted floor.

"MC why...? What did I do MC? Why don't you love me anymore?" Asmo was pleading, gripping you tight.

You ran your fingers in his hair as he sobbed onto your chest. "It was easy to love you. You were the nicest to me from the first day. Albeit it was always flirty - there was something sweet and innocent about you. And I was drawn to it. And your Beauty was just an added bonus. You made me feel better about my self. I loved you for being the funniest and liveliest of them all."

Asmo's cries stopped for a moment, feeling the comfort of your words. But then started with double the intensity when he realised what was about to come. "So why won't you love me anymore, MC..."

"You demand to be my first when I'm not yours. I've seen you come home with a different succubi on each arm. And I can't blame you for it either - you are cursed to be this way after all. It would be painful for both of us, so I controlled myself and sqaushed whatever I felt. Do you understand now?" You said, coaxing yourself out of his embrace.

He only held on tighter. His warm tears now rolling off the bare skin of your neck and collar bones.

"I didn't ask to be this beautiful. What's the point of it - if the person I love most won't love me for it? I'll destroy it MC." Without notice he reached up and grabbed a pair of scissors from a low table about to cut open his face.

"ASMO! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING-" You snatch it back and throw it to the other side of the room.

"Please love me again, MC. I'll do anything. I'll destroy this face if it threatens disloyalty. I'll touch noone but you. Please don't leave me alone again MC. I love you so much, you're the only one who ever knew me last this made up face! Please don't take that away from me!"

Beelzebub

Beel didn't know how to feel when he heard his name. All that he realised was that the sandwiches he was eating suddenly lost all its taste.

His face fell at the growing emptiness within him. This time it was his chest rather than his stomach.

"MC can I come in?" Beel knocked on the door a few hours later. You welcomed him in. He sat on the floor, twiddling his thumbs.

"MC, about what you said..." He started, "...does that mean you don't want to see me anymore? I didn't understand..."

You sat next to him, facing the opposite direction, your eyes focused on a burger plushie he'd bought you months ago.

"You protected me from Lucifer twice. Even from Satan and Asmo sometimes. You would always save snacks for me after you'd raided the fridge. And you called me to work out just to spend more time with me. Your face lit up when I tasted and loved your favourite foods. It was hard not to love you." You smiled sardonically.

Beel looked at you hopefully. "So does that mean you don't mind- oh wait, you're not finished talking..."

You nodded and continued. "But then you lose control sometimes don't you? You almost ate when Mammon force fed me your custard. Threatened to eat me even when I first arrived. When you do lose control and take a bite out of me someday, I'm afraid your guilt will eat you up too. And I couldn't even help you, could I? I'm only a human. So I believe it's for the best that we spend lesser time to together."

Beel's head hung so low on his shoulders, it looked like he'd grown smaller. And yet he dared himself to do one last thing.

He reached out and wrapped his pinky finger around yours. "What if I promise MC? I promise you that will never happen. You can use the pact to push me away whenever you feel like I threaten you - but please don't avoid me. I feel worse pains than hunger whenever you're not around. Please MC."

Belphegor

Wait what? Was that his name he heard? He wouldn't be surprised if the question was who MC likes least...but you loved him before?

All sleep left his eyes when realised the implications. Finally his sins were catching up to him.

"MC if you're not asleep...come meet me in the planetarium. I'll be waiting." He called out through your door late night and left.

You were wide awake so you did as he asked. He patted the blanket next to his for you to sit.

"So...you loved me, huh? How did that happen?" He teased, nudging your arm as you stared upwards at the twin stars sparkling overhead.

"When I used to sneak up to the attic to meet you. I liked how you wanted to hear stories about your brothers, especially Beel. Or when you gave me prank ideas to pass onto Satan and asked me to take credit. How you dearly spoke of Lilith and Beel's stories of the Celestial realm. I liked how witty and quick you were. I fell for it and didn't realize... until.."

Belphie's throat felt dry and choked knowing exactly what you were about to say.

"Until you killed me. Death itself was easier to handle than the betrayal. So I decided that if ...or when you decide to kill me again, or call me by Lilith's name, I'd rather not feel heartbroken about it. I'll be leaving now." You were about to sit up when his arms engulfed you.

It wasn't a iron grip. It was more like a baby trying to hold on to its guardian. "I won't ever hurt you again. I swear on my life and both those stars you see."

"Did you just swear on Beel's star too...." You watched as he crawled closer and trying to look for warmth.

"Yes. Yes I did. I know you shouldn't ever trust me after what I did." His voice cracked, "But I promise you on Beel's life that I'll be better. Because I mean it. I would swear on all the stars in the Devildom skies. Your loveless eyes are cold - please look at me with warm eyes again. Please don't shut me out in the cold, MC. Please give me your warmth one last time?"

Drawing from References with deep Foreshortening

And some practice poses:

Edit: 1/11/24 It was brought to my attention that some of the language in this tutorial read as fatphobic. This tutorial was originally written and published on DeviantArt in 2011 and I was generally unaware of these issues at the time. I have adjusted the language in the tutorial to hopefully address these concerns, though old versions may continue to circulate. Thanks for taking the time to point these things out to me. I will continue to learn and grow. ♥ Here's a few more refs with foreshortening from a larger variety of models:

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons on how the brothers would react to the alternate timeline MC (the one killed by belphie, rip) haunting the house of lamentation? I just think some angst would be neato. Keep up the good work! I love your writing <3

Oh how much I love this concept. With all the ghost MCs I've been writing this fits in perfectly. How I love writing angst hehehe thank you for this wonderful ask

Thank you so much for your kindness. I hope I can do this justice :')

It has been months since you've been gone. Your body buried in the human world, and yet your soul still felt like it was lingering.

They could see you - a glimpse here, a whisper there and your presence everywhere. Almost as if you just walked past them into your room, and lay curled up in bed with Satan's new books or Levi's new manga. Only you weren't.

The bumps in your bed were just pillows and blankets. The extra chair stood out like a sore thumb. They would so often call you and then feel stupid for expecting a response. Except you had started answering back now.

Lucifer could often hear paper rustling in his sleep. And when he woke up he found the paper work was done more than he remembered doing.

He found his favourite tea brewing whenever he was too tired. And it tasted exactly how you used to make it.

At first he thought it was some sort of sickening joke from his brothers so he threatened to punish them if they didn't come clean. But it was none of them.

Then...MC? Did you come back somehow?

He went into a secret frenzy, looking for you everywhere. Sometimes when the house was empty, he screamed out your name, he could hear your voice softly calling back from your room.

Soon those soft vague sounds became his only comfort - he became super strict about silence in the house. He refused to have any other tea than the one he found magically brewing. He'd always kiss the cups before drinking from them, and his eyes would sting with unshed tears.

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Mammon might be scared of ghosts. But not you. Never you. Especially when he could feel your weight in his arms whenever he missed you too much.

Maybe the sensation was more vivid, since he was the last one to hold you alive. He could also see you. A faint shadow that walked beside and waved to him whenever he was in your room.

And though the shadow had no face, he could tell it was smiling. He felt calm around it. Like you never left. He denied your death the most and now there was reason to.

He barely left the house and most of the time he just stayed in your room. That's where he had most memories with you. Sometimes he found coins and Grimm strewn around your bed, as if you'd left it there for him. He took them and stored them away, never to spend them.

He was overjoyed when he saw your shadow in his room. He started talking to it like it was you, pressing his lips against the walls where you appeared and watching your shadow reaching up to touch his shadow, holding it tight. In those moments he swore he could feel your arms around him again. And on those nights, his pillows would be drenched with his agony.

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Leviathan first noticed it when he saw that Player 2 was always logged in, in all of his games. Even the ones that came months after you were longer there.

And while player two didn't actively play, he found boost items in his game inventory that he didn't achieve himself. You used to hunt down boost items to help with his battles and he protected you during the fights.

He starts getting even more into gaming, to the point where he forgets to go out for meals. Mammon and Satan have to drag him out to eat. He often just sits there talking to himself as if you're still there.

Then one day, in the group texts of the game, he sees you text. Player 2: 'Go get him Levi! I got your back; we have a lot of ammo!" He forgot the game altogether desperately typing back a message.

You don't text as often as he would like, but he's always waiting for whatever you say. It's easily the best part of his day. If he fell asleep in front of the screen, he would wake up covered with a blanket and good morning message on screen. His brothers claim to never have gone inside so he knows it's you. He cries into the blanket you covered him with cause he misses you.

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Satan came to feel your presence in the strangest way. There was a particular cat that you were attached to. That cat started finding ways to sneak inside the house, in the library or Satan's room, holding small books in its mouth.

When Satan opened them up, he found petals of your favourite flowers tucked away in some particular pages. It resembled the way you marked your favorite chapters using colored bits of paper or bookmarks.

He figured out a way to talk to you. He made something that resembled an Ouija board and left a little cat shaped button on it. He tried it out in your room, and it worked. You were talking back. Not whole sentences but broken phrases and words. So he used yes and no questions from then onwards.

He often found new books in his room, a hint that you wanted him to read them. While reading, he could swear he felt your head rest on his shoulder as if trying to read with him. He also left books in your room to read. Though he missed your touch and your voice, the fact that you still talk to him gave him so much joy. He often kisses the books he gives you, hoping they reach your fingers and litters the pages with tear stains in hopes you'd see them and come back.

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Asmodeus screamed the first time he saw you behind him in the mirror. You were transculent, barely visible. But it was you and your distinct smile and wave of the hand, leaning against his bathroom wall, long streaks of dried blood near your neck. He could even smell you - your scent like flowers, firewood and old books.

He tries to talk to you, even tries to hold you but you're just an image. A reflection that reflects nothing but empty space. You don't seem to talk but you nod or shake your head in reply. He presses himself into the mirror as if trying to hug you tight.

But lately he hears whispers, very faint and barely there but he hears them. Always calling him somewhere where there is a mirror. Cause that's the only place he can see you. If you thought he was obsessed with mirrors then, you should see him now.

He almost covered his whole room up with mirrors so he could see you from all angles, making you feel as alive as he possibly could. He screams your name into his pillows. Maybe you would respond if he was louder?

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Beelzebub often passed by you room, all covered now, just like Lilith's. The door was always kept open but he didn't dare enter. But one day, a strong gust of wind blew it wide open as if urging him to enter. So he did.

On the bed he found some fresh treats placed right in the middle of your bed. It was the treats he loved to eat together with you. How did they even get here?

He sat on the bed and absent mindedly started eating. When he ate, he could hear your laughter and you talking - a surge of memories flooding his senses. And when he was done, he could swear he felt your fingers wiping his mouth.

Eversince then he refused to eat anywhere except your room and his brothers had to drag him to the table during breakfast and dinner. But whenever a new bakery or restaurant opened, he would bring all the food back only to eat it in your room. And he would smile, listening to saying how delicious the food is. He would often clutch at his chest and cry, missing the way you used to hold him whenever he was sad. Won't you come hold him now, MC?

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Belphegor couldn't feel a thing. The only way he knew you were still here was when he brothers acted strangely. He'd ask them of course, but they'd never reply to him. He was the reason MC was gone. Why would MC show themself to him?

So he observed his brothers, always cautious for every little thing that was out of place. He'd caught all his brothers crying at some point or the other. Especially in your room. So he'd curl up in your room to spend the night in there hoping to feel you like his brothers. Only he never did, and Mammon and Satan would scream and drag him out the next morning.

None of the brothers would let him inside of their own rooms either. They couldn't save you when it mattered. So now it was their way of protecting whatever essence was left of you.

Feeling dejected and guilty he went and locked himself inside his old attic. He rested his against the bars that locked him in. Isn't this where he first met you, MC? Sigh. You'd been nothing but kind to him so why did he-

"Belphie.." Then he heard it. For the first time in forever, he heard your voice again. Soft and kind - just like before. He looked up and through the bars, he saw the most familiar sight. You smiling at him through the bars, your fingers wrapped around yours. And just like that he broke down. He started howling in pain, as he tried to reach you, but his fingers slipped right through you. "I'm sorry I'm sorry come back please come back!" He cried as you disappeared into thin air again.

My Masterlist .

"damn I'm crying over an insect" "why am I having such strong feelings over how the sky looks" "it's weird how happy this small thing made me feel" THAT'S BECAUSE YOU LIVE HERE!!!! you live on this earth. everything all the time is an experience, no matter how common or mundane. this world is unique. so are its small moments. it is good to enjoy a tiny thing. you love the world even at its smallest scale.

This man holds my heart just like he holds these ducks

played around a lot recently with character designs and fashion, heres a taste

Happen​ to​ me​ all​ the​ time​ damn​ it​😔 (i​ have​ Adhd)​

Starting some silly autistic comics because they vibe (his name is Apple Sauce)

Fr man😔...

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

Awww:((

Me when there are no more Obey me x mc headcanons, imagines, fanfics, or incorrect quotes since I have already read all of them:

In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.