✨asmodeus simp✨

Lucifer:

- "MC, time for dinner!" Lucifer's voice reverberated through your door. He was getting impatient, clearly irritated that you were late for supper again for no discernible reason.

- "Coming!" you managed to strangle out while you reached for the upper strings of your corset. Getting into it was harder, you remind yourself while simultaneously swearing to never wear this garment again.

- You struggled for several silent moments before hearing Lucifer's knocks again. "You say you're coming and yet I don't see this door opening. Are you joining us for dinner or shall I tell Beel--"

- "I'm stuck." You swing the door open to a unvexed Lucifer. You were completely covered, thank Diavolo, but it was a strange feeling to be dressed in an Edwardian corset with sweatpants underneath, not to mention your no makeup makeup (for video purposes only) smeared from the effort of changing clothes.

- In one swift motion, Lucifer steps into your room and closes the door. "Turn around," he says.

- Without question, he undoes the knot you had created in your efforts to get free. While doing so, he loosens the rest of the garment so you'll be able to wiggle free once he's gone.

- "Quite the outfit, MC. I regret not knowing you're a seamster." He comments, stepping back to a respectful distance.

- "Oh it's just a hobby..."

- "Then it shouldn't get in the way of regular house activities. You'll be at the table in 5 minutes or I'm letting Beel have your serving."

- After the eldest brother leaves your room, you scramble to get to get dressed in normal clothes and get to the table before too late.

Mammon:

-You pouted at your open closet. It was filled to the brim with miscellaneous pieces of historical costuming; so full, you barely had room for the rest of your normal clothing thank Diavolo for school uniforms.

-You think to yourself that there has to be a better way of organization beyond tossing them haphazardly into the closet and shutting the door.

-Slowly, you take each piece out--a hoop skirt here, a belt there, and several shawls and covers--and inspect them carefully for any damage before laying them gently on your bed. The last piece was arguably the biggest.

-A cape. One modeled for 16th century Italy no less.

-A knock sounds at the door, and before you have a chance to answer, Mammon and his antics burst in. "Oi [MC] whaddya think about going--what's all this?" he questions, freezing mid step.

-You can see the grimm symbol as clear as day in his blue eyes as he scans all the items in your room. They land on the gold cape still hanging up.

-"I'm organizing my stuff," You say, to emphasize that you are not selling anything.

-There is a tense silence between the two of you--a battle of wills over the fate of your hobby.

-"Are you gonna--" he tries to say.

-"Keep organizing? Yes. Sell? No." You put your hands on your hips. Your word is final.

-He pauses for way longer than is comfortable, but his eyes keep flickering between you and the cape. He yearns for the cape as one would apparently yearn for a lover.

-After a few more seconds of silence, you finally relent.

-"Okay, you can wear the cape, but no selling. Got it?"

-You might as well have not finished your statement as Mammon zoomed to the garment and flung it on with the bravado only he can bring. And you know what?

-It looked good on him.

Levi:

- Armor. Armor was different than fabric. It was, well, armor. Metal.

- Recreating a knight's armor seemed so simple from the get-go that you figured you'd give it a shot.

- At least you had the sense to use foam and cardboard and metal spray which was easier than commissioning a smithy.

- Do they even have human smithy’s in the Devildom? Whatever.

- You look your costume armor in the mirror. Looked realistic enough to fool anyone who wasn't there at the time, though it was remarkably stiff due to the glue.

- And you sort of... glued yourself in there.

- Just when you debate about going to the bathroom in such a delicate state, a rapid but soft knocking sounds on your door.

- “A-A minute! I’m, uh, a little predisposed at the the moment," you say.

- A shuffle at the door and a little mumble tells you its Levi. You could feel the anxiety through the door. Great. You scared him off.

- "Wait, Levi? That you?"

- "Y-yeah," he said through the door.

- "You can come in!"

- He slowly opens the door and pauses at the sight before him: you standing there amongst craft supplies as stiff as a statue in your perfectly molded false armor.

- "[MC], what..?" You can see his hands shift and tense through his coat pockets, but you just let out a small laugh.

- "I'm trying out a style of armor from feudal England. It's my favorite era of human history and, well... I got curious."

- Levi just stands there frozen, clearly unsure of what to do or say next. Both of you just sort of stand there. Then it's Levi who breaks the silence:

- "I know a knitting pattern that makes the yarn look like chainmail."

- "I would like to know that, yes. But first," you hold out your cuffed hand, "please help me get out of this. I need to use the little knight's room."

Satan:

- It was at the library where he figured it out. The clues were there, of course, with your desk being covered in threads and boxes shoved to the side whenever he came over to study with you in your room, you shuffling to put the tripod for your DDD away. It was none of his business of course, but he'd be damned if he didn't find out what it was you were hiding.

- You were now in his domain and by Diavolo he would see your personal project through to the end.

- You startle a bit when he sits across from you, your attention being pulled from one of the many open books sprawled across the table. He regards you with an amused look as if he had solved a great mystery that no one asked him to solve.

- You tell him you've had a long-time interest in 16th century dress, how their corsets were constructed, and the Elizabethan age overall. Though... you were frustrated that you hadn't found an actual legible how-to guide for constructing their dresses.

- He thinks for a second before telling you to wait.

- After several minutes, he returns to you with a few more books in hand. The first one being a how-to on gown construction, the second being a collection of studies done on historical human textiles; the third is a how-to on how to build different kinds of bodices.

- With these, too, Satan adds that he knows a few tailors across the city that would have better access to fabrics.

-The next month is spent studying and practicing until you construct a passable dress for your next DevilTube video on human fashion, thanks to his help.

Asmodeus:

-You are overwhelmed. Your specialty fabric had just come in, but you realize you need help. A Lot of Help.

-You barely have time to explain yourself and your 5 foot pile of fabric before Asmo drags you through the doorway into his room.

-"Oh [MC] you know how much I love ruffles, are you kidding me? I didn't know you liked that kind of extravagance~"

-Oh yeah. You knew.

-You explain the reason for your request; you were doing a video on France and their influence on human fashion both back then and in the present. You were going the extra mile for this one bit, but you didn't want to do any less.

-To say Asmo was excited is an understatement.

-He is almost jumping off the bed when he tells you all about why he knows what he knows, the time he's spent with Solomon in the human world, the actual techniques for certain seams in the clothing of that particular era.

-In all, you're taken aback by exactly how much Asmo knows, but you don't complain as it's way better than reading books and not absorbing a single word.

-The next few weeks you spend hanging out in his room, both working on different parts of your gown. Eventually you run some makeup ideas by him and he responds in kind.

-The final fit came together in his bathroom as he helps you into your wig and ties you into your corset. In the mirror you look ridiculous, the powdery face and bright colors of the ensemble making you feel like a clown.

-But the sense of accomplishment overpowers all of that. -You thank Asmo for his help and everything he did, and he wastes no time accepting the thanks with a hug. "Obviously, who else would help you look as good as you do, doll?"

Beel:

- The gym was a weird place to wear a dress. It was a heavy material, dark, and so thick you were already sweating.

- Beel couldn't help but stare in bewilderment at your bizarre choice of clothing and weird workout form and listen to the lesson you were giving to your DDD.

- You were doing a short bit about workout wear of the early 20th century. Women gaining their independence lead to more freedom regarding sports and general athleticism, so you thought it would fit to dress as such.

- You notice Beel sort of inching closer on the screen of your device, but you pay no mind as you continue on with the routine.

- Eventually, he's right there next to you, mimicking your form and wondering what the hell was going on. You show him what you're doing and explaining the reasoning why they wore what they wore and why they did what they did.

- After your video finished, the both of you all sweaty and messy, Beel can't keep his eyes off you.

- "What are you staring at? Something on me?" you frantically check your person for anything that might ruin your costume.

- "No it's--" He paused, "Should I have worn a dress like yours?"

- Oh Beel.

Belphie:

- "It's just a dress, [MC]."

- You huff. No, he wasn't wearing just a dress, it was a true vintage recreation of a 17th century nightshirt that just so happened to be in fairly good condition never mind the clear evidence of stains and patchwork near the chest

- Belphegor, the seventh demon lord of hell, stood there in your room rubbing his eyes as if he didn't just sleep all day in your bed.

- It was the final part of your fashion video essay, and all you need is one last model for the sleepwear portion--the conclusion.

- "No, it's not. Just hold still while I get this b roll."

- "I was having such a good dream before you woke me up--"

- "And you'll be back to dreaming in no time, Belph, I promise."

- He tugged at the plain-looking nightshirt, inspecting the material.

- You didn't mind as it actually captured well on camera--his inquisitive facial expression, his posture towards the camera, and his general sleepiness all paired well with your voiceover...

- Until he complained.

- "What's it made out of? It's kind of itchy."

- "Supposed to be made out of human cotton," you reply.

- He points out the seemingly random stitching near the collar. "What's this about?"

- "No clue, didn't ask." You watched the camera screen carefully. By this point you had enough b roll, but it was never a bad idea to have more.

- "How long do you need me here?" the demon's face scrunched, and you knew he was feigning annoyance so he could get back to napping.

- "I am just about--"