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A thin line of table salt adorned the floor in front of your bedroom. You stood behind it and stared at the demons outside of your doorway. They were staring at the salt.
Leviathan laughed. It reminded him of a low-level defense from a tower defense game. "Is that supposed to keep us out? lol."
"Yeah. I think it's working," you said.
Satan put a hand on his hip. As far as he could tell, it was plain old table salt. No magical properties whatsoever. "How so?"
"Well, none of you are crossing it. Clearly, it's having some kind of effect."
Mammon balked. "Obviously, it's because we're respectin' your privacy!" He stood closest to the line, wanting to cross it most of all.
"You're respecting my privacy by... standing right outside my door?"
Mammon opened his mouth to counter, only to come up with nothing. He stood there with his fists clenched. The feather on his belt swayed as he tapped a foot impatiently, causing the nearest salt to shift a little.
The noise annoyed Asmodeus. "Mammon, go walk through the salt."
"Why me!?"
"This is ridiculous." Lucifer crossed his arms. "Clean this up. I don't even want to know how this will damage the floors if you leave it."
"It's not even doing anything," Satan pointed out.
"If it's not doing anything, then one of you should cross it," you suggested.
"Why don't you come out to us?" Belphegor proposed. "There's only one of you, seems more fair."
"Yeah!" Asmodeus took a step away from the salt, careful not to get any on his shoes, and raised his hands. "You can run into my arms if you'd like. I'll be sure to catch you."
Their stubbornness astounded you. "Or... You guys can just admit you don't want to cross this salt."
"It's regular salt." Beelzebub knew exactly what the substance was as soon as he laid eyes on it. Plus, the smell was unmistakable. His claim was irrefutable.
"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Beel. I've seen you eat it many times." You had even taken the bag from the shared kitchen.
"Did you try walking over it?" Leviathan asked. "How are we supposed to cross it if you won't?"
"I don't need to. I'm in my room."
"You should come to our room," Belphegor offered. He was getting tired of standing around.
"Come out this instant," Lucifer ordered.
You thought about it for a whopping two seconds. "I think I'm good. I'll be in my room. If any of you need me, feel free to come in."
You retreated back inside with the rest of the half-empty salt bag. The brothers stared at you with a mix of impatience and disbelief until the wall blocked you from view.
เฉโฉ summary: With the new Obey Me! game where MC and the brothers are married, these headcanons imagine how each of them might have proposed. From flashy and bold to quiet and sweet, these scenarios show their personalities and the love behind their proposals โ just a fun way to picture those special moments before โI do.โ
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โWhen Pride Chose to Kneelโ [Lucifer]
A king without a crown, baring devotion in the language only the fallen understand. For once, not duty โ but desire.
Lucifer would never propose on a whim. Every moment of his confession would be deliberate โ a blend of ancient tradition and personal meaning. Heโs waited too long, lived too long, and finally loved too deeply to treat this lightly. The proposal would be steeped in Devildom lore and royal elegance, but its heartbeat would be entirely human: his vulnerability.
Lucifer doesn't announce his feelings with fireworks. Instead, he whispers them through detail โ a rare midnight bloom that only opens when fed by truth, a ring forged from obsidian mined from the same cavern as Diavoloโs crown, and music composed over centuries that tells the story of his love in every note. He doesnโt propose as a demon or an avatar โ he proposes as a man who has finally found a reason to let down his guard.
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Youโd known something was coming โ Lucifer had been quiet lately, but not in his usual cold, aloof way. This was different. He looked at you longer. His touch lingered. And once, youโd caught him staring at the sky with a softness in his eyes that scared you. As if heโd made a decision he could never go back from.
Tonight, he led you to the royal gardens at the top of the castle. Not the public one where nobles drank demon wine and whispered gossip โ this one was sacred, tucked away beyond enchanted gates that only opened for blood and vow. You felt the magic curl around your skin as you entered, the air thick with ancient energy.
The sky stretched wide above, dark and endless, and beneath it, the garden bloomed in silence. Midnight flowers โ Nocturnis Lux, they were called โ shimmered under the moonlight. Lucifer once told you they only bloomed when someone spoke their deepest truth. Now, they opened in waves around you.
A string quartet played nearby, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and illusion. The music was haunting โ slow, melancholic, composed in a minor key. You didnโt recognize it until halfway through the melody. It was his. You remembered the pages he'd once tucked away in his study, scribbled with passion and pain. He had turned your story into a symphony.
Lucifer said nothing at first. He walked beside you, gloved hands clasped behind his back, face unreadable. When he finally stopped, it was beside an obsidian pedestal glowing faintly with enchanted fire โ the kind used only for royal rites. He turned to face you, and his expression shifted. The mask cracked.
โI had this ring forged from the same obsidian Diavoloโs crown was born from,โ he said quietly, slipping the glove from his hand. โItโs imbued with an oath spell โ not because I need it to mean somethingโฆ but because I need you to know that it means everything.โ
He lowered himself to one knee โ not in submission, not in performance, but in honor. His wings shimmered faintly behind him, half-unfurled, as if caught between instinct and emotion.
โI once thought eternity was enough,โ he said, voice raw. โThat pride would sustain me. That duty would fulfill me. But then you came, and I realizedโฆ eternity means nothing without someone to make it feel like home.โ
He opened the ring box. It sparkled like starlight trapped in volcanic stone โ elegant, dark, timeless.
โI am Lucifer, First of the Fallen. I have rebelled, ruled, and been broken more times than Iโll ever admit. But tonight, I offer you the only part of myself Iโve never given away. My heart. My future. My eternity. Will you marry me, MC?โ
You didnโt speak at first โ you couldnโt. Tears blurred your vision, but you nodded, stepping forward and taking his hand. It trembled.
โYes,โ you whispered.
The garden responded โ flowers blooming wildly around your feet, music rising into crescendo. Lucifer stood, cradled your cheek with his bare hand, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips โ reverent, slow, full of every vow he didnโt need words for.
In that moment, pride ceased to be a sin.
It became devotion.
โWorth More Than Goldโ [Mammon]
The selfish devil who never believed he deserved love โ until you showed him what treasure really means.
Mammonโs proposal is chaotic in theory, but pure heart in execution. He doesn't plan it like Lucifer, nor calculate it like Satan. For him, the idea takes root during a random moment โ probably while watching you laugh at one of his dumb jokes or defend him when no one else does. Thatโs when he realizes: he could spend eternity proving heโs worthy of you.
When Mammon proposes, itโs not about grandeur. Itโs about truth. Raw, unfiltered, trembling truth. The ring may not be enchanted or royal, but itโs real. Bought with savings he never touched, chosen not for cost but for meaning. Heโd risk everything โ his pride, his fear of rejection, his future โ just to ask the question. Because for once, heโs not gambling for riches. Heโs betting everything on love.
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It started like any other ridiculous Mammon plan. He told you to dress up โ not fancy, just warm โ and meet him outside Devildomโs old carnival grounds at sunset. You expected a half-baked scheme involving cursed games or rare demon snacks. What you didnโt expect was this:
The lights of the long-abandoned fairground flickered to life the moment you stepped through the gate. Strings of golden lanterns lit the cobblestone paths. The once-broken Ferris wheel creaked to motion, restored by magic that felt distinctly Mammon-esque โ patchy but passionate.
โIโฆ uh, borrowed some spell cards,โ he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck when you turned to look at him. โDonโt worry, I returned โem. Mostly.โ
He wouldnโt meet your eyes. Just grabbed your hand like it was the last lifeline he had and pulled you toward the center of the grounds. There, heโd set up a table โ crooked, with uneven legs, but decorated with your favorite snacks, old photos of you both, and a little plush version of Goldie wearing a bowtie.
โI know it ain't perfect,โ he said quickly. โItโs not like Luceโs royal garden or nothinโ. But itโs mine. Every light you see? I fixed it. Every charm holding this place together? I cast it. And I did it all for this one thing.โ
You blinked, stunned. Mammon โ who once panicked when you complimented his cooking โ was shaking.
โI ainโt good with words, okay? I mess stuff up. I run when Iโm scared. But not this time. Not with you.โ
He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a tiny black box. It wasnโt velvet, but it had a tiny golden sticker of a crow on it. Inside was a ring โ silver, engraved with a tiny star and your initials.
โI ainโt proposinโ โcause I think Iโm good enough for ya,โ he said, voice breaking. โIโm proposinโ โcause I wanna try for the rest of my damn life to be.โ
He dropped to one knee, fumbling the box a little. You heard a whisper from the shadows โ probably Beel and Levi, hiding badly. Mammon didnโt notice. His eyes were locked on yours, wild and terrified and beautiful.
โMCโฆ Will you marry me?โ
You knelt down too, cupping his face in your hands. He flinched like he didnโt deserve it, but you kissed him anyway โ slow, sure, grounding.
โYes,โ you said. โYou already won the bet, Mammon. Iโm yours.โ
And behind you, the Ferris wheel lights shimmered into a heart-shaped glow.
โIn Pixels and Promisesโ [Leviathan]
The shut-in demon who found his greatest adventure in loving you โ beyond screens, beyond worlds.
Leviathan doesnโt believe heโs the kind of person someone proposes to, let alone the one who gets to propose. Love, to him, was always behind a screen โ safe in fiction, predictable in games. But falling for you was a glitch in his system, a patch he never wanted to fix.
He plans the proposal like heโs crafting the perfect final boss sequence โ every line of code, every moment, balanced between awe and intimacy. His biggest fear isnโt rejection โ itโs you not realizing how serious this is. That you might think this is just another one of his fantasies.
So he crafts a digital world for you โ one only you two can enter. A realm coded with memories, quests reflecting your journey together, and at its center, the truth heโs never been able to say out loud without a screen between him and the world: youโve changed him. Youโve made him believe heโs worthy of love, not as an avatar, but as Levi โ awkward, obsessive, vulnerable.
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He invited you to his room one night, sheepishly texting ahead: "come over pls. new game. v. limited release. u get to beta test lol."
You expected a fun co-op adventure. Maybe a dungeon crawler or another otome parody. What you didnโt expect was the way the lights dimmed the second you entered, or how the screen pulsed with ethereal code in violet and gold โ his colors.
The title screen shimmered:
"Player Two: The Game I Canโt Play Without You"
"Okay, okay, I know it sounds cringe!" he said immediately, pacing like a trapped sea serpent. "But just โ just try it! Please? I worked on this for, likeโฆ forever. I even stayed up three nights in a row and drank real coffee. Beel was worried."
You took the controller, and the screen dissolved into pixels and stars.
The game opened on a digital version of his aquarium, but more surreal โ like youโd been submerged in a dream. 8-bit coral glowed. Fish with tiny anime faces swam by, and every level represented a piece of your time together:
The first time he let you touch his figurines.
That Deviltendo competition you both entered.
The night he cried when you said you liked him just the way he was.
And thenโฆ the final level. A throne room beneath the ocean, lit by moonlight through rippling water. At the center: a lone character โ Leviโs avatar, cloak shimmering, holding something small in his pixelated hand.
A text box appeared:
โI never thought Iโd get a second player.โ
โI always thought Iโd be a background character.โ
โBut then you came.โ
The avatar kneeled.
โMC. Will youโฆ stay in my party forever?โ
The game paused. Then Leviโs hand touched yours โ real, trembling. He was holding something. Not a pixel sprite. A real box.
Inside was a ring โ ocean-blue gem, set in silver that looked like rippling waves. The design was unmistakably his โ subtly anime, undeniably heartfelt.
"I know Iโm not a real hero," he said, barely above a whisper. "Iโm not suave like Asmo or noble like Lucifer. But Iโll level up for you. Every day. Iโll protect you. Iโllโ Iโll love you until my HP hits zero."
Your voice caught in your throat. You pressed your forehead to his.
"Yes," you breathed. "I want to be your Player Two. Forever."
He blinked fast โ once, twice โ then let out a laugh that was half-sob, half-joy. And behind you, the screen exploded into golden fireworks and a new achievement badge:
โโฅ TRUE ENDING UNLOCKED โฅโ
"A Quiet Flame for You" [Satan]
Behind his scholarly calm burns a fierce devotion โ a love whispered between pages and shadows.
Satanโs proposal is a rebellion โ not against rules or Lucifer this time, but against every lie he once believed about himself. That he was only anger. That love was too volatile, too human, too fragile. But loving you? It was the first time he didnโt feel like a vessel for wrath. He felt like a man.
He doesnโt stage his proposal like a dramatic scene โ he curates it, like a rare book. Every element steeped in meaning. The location? A hidden sanctuary where ancient knowledge and rare magic converge. The ring? Forged from the metal of a fallen star once written about in a forbidden grimoire โ beauty born of what once threatened to destroy.
Satan doesnโt declare love in loud ways. He proves it โ in well-thumbed poetry, in books annotated just for you, in spells that keep nightmares away. When he proposes, itโs not the anger in him that trembles โ itโs the part that hopes.
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It wasnโt a place most people knew. Tucked behind a shifting wall of the oldest library in the Devildom, there was a room sealed by a spell written in forgotten tongues. You once asked if it was real. He only smiled.
Tonight, he brought you there.
Satan walked ahead of you, fingers tracing the ridges of the wall until the enchantment responded โ books shifting, bricks rearranging, like the building itself bowed to his will. With a low rumble, the entrance appeared.
โOnly opens for truth,โ he said softly, stepping aside for you to enter first.
The room was unlike anything youโd seen. High ceilings arched above, lined with floating shelves and glowing glyphs. Books hovered like stars in low orbit, their pages whispering softly as if exhaling secrets. And in the center, a circle of warm light, enclosing two chairs and a table set with teaโฆ and a single book, wrapped in velvet.
โI wrote this,โ he murmured, voice oddly fragile. โItโs not a grimoire or a spellbook. Itโsโฆ our story.โ
He handed it to you, and as you opened it, you realized โ each chapter detailed your moments together. Your laughter, your arguments, your silences. Your impact.
The final chapter was unwritten. Just a title: โThe Beginning of Always.โ
When you looked up, he was already kneeling. His eyes, usually so sharp and controlled, were full of raw light.
โIโve studied love,โ he said, fingers curled around a small box. โIโve dissected it in literature, tracked it in history, even tried to summon it. But nothing โ nothing โ prepared me for you.โ
He opened the box. The ring inside pulsed with a soft, celestial glow. Not flashy. Timeless.
โI am not perfect. I still burn. But youโฆโ His voice broke, and he swallowed. โYou make the fire something holy.โ
He lowered his head, golden hair falling forward. โWill you marry me, MC? Will you help me write a life worth living?โ
The tears in your eyes blurred everything โ the books, the walls, even the stars. But his face was clear. Honest. Yours.
โYes,โ you whispered.
The glyphs around you flared to life โ not in warning, but in celebration. Books rustled like applause. And as you embraced him, Satan exhaled against your neck.
โFor the first time,โ he said quietly, โIโm glad I exist.โ
โThe Heart Beneath the Glitterโ [Asmodeus]
When the world only sees a mask of charm, he dares to show the fragile truth beneath โ and finds love that stays.
To the world, Asmodeus is temptation incarnate โ the Avatar of Lust, always smiling, always admired, always wanted. But when it comes to you, he doesnโt want to be adored. He wants to be chosen โ not for his beauty or his charm, but for who he is beneath the sparkle: the loneliness, the hunger, the soft, scared heart that learned to seduce before it could speak its own needs.
Asmoโs proposal is neither grand nor scandalous. It is sacred โ a vow not of possession, but of devotion. He crafts a moment where all masks fall away. No performance. No glitter. Just him. And you. And the unbearable, beautiful truth that he has never loved like this before.
When he proposes, itโs not the Avatar of Lust asking for your hand. Itโs the boy who once fell from heaven, craving love in every mirror. And for the first time, he sees his reflection in your eyes โ and finds it worthy.
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The invitation came in pink parchment, sealed with a kiss. Typical Asmo, you thought โ until you opened it.
โMeet me where we first danced. Midnight. Wear something that makes you feel like your favorite self.โ
The ballroom was abandoned, long since closed off for repairs. But when you arrived, the door opened for you as if pulled by invisible hands. Candlelight flickered within โ soft, golden, warm.
He was already there. Not in sequins. Not in silk. Just a simple black suit, his curls loose, his face untouched by glamour. No spell shimmered on his skin. No perfume clung to the air.
He was radiant anyway.
โYou came,โ he said, smiling gently. โEven after everything, you still choose me.โ
You reached for him, but he took your hand instead and pulled you toward the center of the floor. There was no music, yet your bodies swayed โ a slow, silent dance in a world reduced to candlelight and breath.
โIโve had lovers,โ he whispered into your ear. โFans. Followers. But they all wanted the idea of me. The fantasy. Youโฆ you saw me. Even when I was ugly. Even when I cried. Even when I tried to push you away so you wouldn't see how much I needed you.โ
He spun you gently, then guided you to a tall, full-length mirror propped at the far end of the ballroom. You stared at your reflection โ and gasped.
It wasnโt enchanted. But somehow, it showed something more: every moment youโd shared with him flickered through its surface like memories โ laughter, tears, kisses. The time he held your hand in silence. The time you stayed by his side after a breakdown no one else saw.
โItโs not magic,โ he said. โItโs just you. And me. And what weโve built.โ
He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Then slowly โ reverently โ he knelt, arms still wrapped around you, cheek pressed to your back.
โIโm not asking you to love me forever,โ he said. โIโm asking you to let me love you. Forever. Not because Iโm perfect. But because with youโฆ I want to be real.โ
He opened a small pink box. Inside was a ring shaped like a blooming rose, the petals formed from soft pink diamonds and warm gold โ beautiful, but not overwhelming. Like him, stripped bare.
โWill you marry me, MC?โ
You turned in his arms, kneeling to face him. Tears slipped from his lashes before yours could fall.
โYes,โ you whispered. โYouโve always been real to me.โ
And in the mirror behind you, two reflections glowed softly โ not idealized, not filtered. Just true.
โMore Than an Appetiteโ [Beelzebub]
The gluttonous giant who hungered for something deeper โ a soul to fill the emptiness inside.
Beelzebubโs love is simple, but never small. He feels things deeply, but speaks sparingly. To him, love isnโt about poetry or performance โ itโs about being there. Carrying your weight when youโre tired. Sharing the last bite. Catching your hand when you trip โ even if it means falling with you.
So when Beel decides to propose, itโs not because heโs worked up courage or found the perfect ring. Itโs because heโs known, deep in his bones, for longer than he can remember. Loving you fills something he thought would always be hollow. A hunger that had nothing to do with food.
His proposal is quiet, but cosmic โ a promise whispered in between breaths and bites, a vow baked into something homemade, something shared. Because to Beel, love is nourishment. And asking you to marry him is his way of saying: let me feed your soul for the rest of your life.
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It started with the scent of cinnamon and honey. Not a typical Beel dish โ youโd expected meat, maybe something savory โ but instead, your kitchen had been transformed. Counters dusted with flour. Dough rising quietly in the warmth. Spices in delicate balance.
Beel stood at the center, apron dusted, hair tied back. He looked up as you entered, and smiled that slow, gentle smile that could undo the world.
โI made something,โ he said, lifting a tray with careful hands. โItโs a dessert from the Celestial Realm. We used to make it whenโฆ when things felt too heavy. It reminded us we were still alive.โ
He placed a slice on a plate, set it before you. It glowed faintly โ like light had been baked into it. The first bite was warm, tender. It tasted like comfort, like childhood memories you didnโt know you had.
โItโs missing something,โ he murmured. โOne last thing.โ
He stepped away, rummaging through a nearby container. When he returned, he wasnโt holding a garnish.
He held a ring.
Simple. Handmade. A braided band of gold and copper, inset with a single orange gemstone that looked like crystallized sunlight. It pulsed faintly โ the magic in it not showy, but steady. Alive.
He didnโt kneel. He didnโt need to.
He sat across from you, elbows resting on the table, eyes softer than candlelight.
โI didnโt think I could ever feel full,โ he said quietly. โNot just my stomach. My heart. But when Iโm with youโฆ itโs not hunger anymore. Itโs something else. Peace. Joy. Hope.โ
He reached across the table and took your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles.
โI want to share every meal with you. Every quiet moment. Every sunrise and every ache. I want to protect you โ not just from danger, but from loneliness. From emptiness. Will you marry me?โ
You couldnโt speak. Not right away. You squeezed his hand, hard, and nodded through the tears.
โYes, Beel. Always.โ
He slipped the ring on your finger, and something settled between you โ like the last puzzle piece sliding into place. He leaned forward, kissed the corner of your mouth, and smiled.
And for the first time in his long, aching existence, Beelzebub felt completely full.
โA Light in Eternal Twilightโ [Belphegor]
Lost in shadows and sleep, he finds a spark that refuses to fade โ a promise of love beyond the night.
Belphegor doesnโt trust happiness. Not because heโs incapable of it, but because itโs always been something fleeting โ a soft thing that crumbles in his hands before he can savor it. Death has left fingerprints on everything he touches, and loveโฆ love felt like a dream meant for someone else.
But then came you. Not a dream. Not a delusion. Real. And terrifying.
He tried to ignore it. Tried to drown it in apathy, in sleep, in sarcastic deflections. But love snuck in โ soft as twilight, steady as moonrise. You didnโt wake him from the darkness. You joined him in it. Sat beside his grief, held hands with his ghosts, and whispered, โYou donโt scare me.โ
So when Belphie proposes, it isnโt dramatic or well-rehearsed. Itโs hesitant. Shaky. Real. Because this is the first future heโs ever dared to believe in โ and heโs still afraid heโll lose it.
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He asked you to meet him in the planetarium.
Not the grand one open to the Devildomโs elite โ but the abandoned one tucked inside the observatory near the edge of the Devildom sky cliffs, where forgotten stars still flickered on mechanical orbits, and the air smelled of dust and old dreams.
You found him lying in the center of the domed floor, arms behind his head, eyes open โ watching galaxies spin above. He didnโt look up when you entered. He just patted the floor beside him.
You laid down.
The silence stretched โ not uncomfortable, but heavy. Sacred. Time passed like breath.
Then, his fingers brushed yours.
โI used to come here after Lilith died,โ he said, voice low, almost inaudible. โIโd watch the stars and pretend sheโd become one. That maybe, if I stared long enough, I could follow her.โ
You turned your head to face him. His lashes were wet.
โI never thought Iโd want to stay,โ he whispered. โNot really. Even after the war, even after I forgave everyone. I thought Iโd just drift until my body gave out.โ
He paused. Swallowed.
โThen you came. And for the first time in eonsโฆ I didnโt want to follow the stars. I wanted to build something beneath them.โ
He sat up slowly, then stood โ and reached into the pocket of his hoodie.
โI donโt have a box,โ he muttered. โOr a speech. But I have this.โ
He held out a ring โ small, dark silver with tiny, faint constellations etched along the inside. At its center was a polished moonstone that shimmered like sleep.
โI had it made from starstone. Same kind they use for grave markers in the Celestial Realm. Itโs a stone for rest. For endings.โ His voice trembled. โBut I want this to be a beginning.โ
He knelt beside you. Not formal. Not poised. Just a boy who once hated the world, daring to love it through you.
โIโm not easy to love. I know that. But you make me want to try. Soโฆ will you marry me?โ
You sat up and reached for him, your fingers tangling in his hoodie as you pulled him close.
โYes,โ you breathed. โEven if we sleep under the stars for the rest of time โ itโll be enough. Youโre enough.โ
His forehead rested against yours. His breathing hitched.
And high above, the planetarium stars paused โ as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath for you.
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Can you imagine misbehaving slightly at a fancy party - like maybe you're improperly reaching across a table instead of asking for a dish to be passed - and Barbatos subtly slaps you with with his tail.
There's nobody behind your chairs. No one will see. It is important to follow the etiquette that he taught you so these demons don't look down on you, and on humanity as a whole. Though, he can't exactly have a private conversation with you at the dinner table. Sending you a look of disapproval is hard when you're sitting side by side and focused more on the food than on Barbatos sitting next to you.
It's just a flick. Quick, powerful, you barely perceive the cool drag of his tail on the surface of your skin before it starts stinging. It doesn't last lost but it sure leaves an impression. You snap to attention and swivel your neck to stare at him. Barbatos is as poised as ever, with a pleasant smile. He acts like nothing happened. He does hope you'll remember your table manners.
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