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Solomon x gn!MC • Word count : 1.9k • angst / comfort
• summary
"Life as a human in the Devildom is not easy for sure and your time to snap finally arrived. You were exhausted and needed some time back with the humans to reconnect to your own kind"
• tags
slight angst with comfort , MC has no implied gender , not proof read , fluff.
• a/n
Heya so yah ,,, I'm back from my cave i guess. . . I still have a Simeon oneshot to recheck before posting it since I wrote it a month ago and I don't remember it well. This one is based off my personal hc that I LOVE GIGGLES - This will be a serie so yeah there will be more parts of this - Hope you enjoy !!
After a tiring day at RAD you were completely done with everything and everyone. There have been many issues with the students and you were completely out after such busy day for the student council. You came back at the HoL late, precisely after dinner. You walked in and found everyone in the living room, waiting for you to come and hang out with them, you were not in the mood to deal with them and their plans so you simply walked upstairs to your room to get ready for a calm and fresh bath to relax yourself.
As you sink your body in the tub the warm water embraced your body relaxing you to the point that your legs were about to give up while still lowering yourself down into the water. As soon as you sat down a sigh of relief escaped your lips: your limbs relaxing and your head resting on the edge of the tub, eyes closing and mind clearing up from the fog of stress developed during the day.
You were just about to fall asleep when a sudden and loud noise snapped you back to the annoying reality. You opened your eyes and looked towards the door where someone was knocking loudly:"What-" Your tone was flat and exhausted as the person behind the door started to talk:"We planned a sleepover to catch up and study together since tomorrow there is the history of Devildom final exam, we'll wait for you in the attic" Leviathan's voice came out casual and slightly nervous before he left, not waiting for your answer as if you had already accepted even before you could open your mouth.
You just sighed exhausted, going back to your bath and just forgetting about it momentarily.
—
Screaming, arguing, throwing pillows and insults all over the room as you all tried to study. You were sitting on Belphie's bed with him and Beel while the others were sitting on the floor, complaining about every little thing that could happen. It was exhausting to say the least. You couldn't even listen to your own thoughts due to the loudness of their voices. Satan was now yelling at Mammon because he kept getting interrupted by the white haired man. Asmo was whining about the time and how he needed his beauty sleep meanwhile Leviathan playing loudly on his phone, taking advantage of Satan's distraction to do anything but study or take notes. The whole chaos overwhelmed you to the point where you finally snapped: You threw your book and notebook on the floor violently, your hands shaking as you dropped your pen and highlighter and without a care nor word you left the room. The brothers stared at you as you left the room, they were all in shock after what you've done — after all they've never seen you snap… you were the pillar of the house, the person that never broke down and always built bridges for everyone to reconnect and get along. Such behaviour from you was something new to them for sure.
Your steps heavy on the wood floor, your heartbeat loud in your ears as it was the only thing you could hear as you made your way to the front door and left — not caring that you were in your sleepwear nor caring about Lucifer who while sitting on the armchair in the living room saw you leave and tried to call your name but getting no answer from you, making him frown in irritation as he tried to follow after you but stopped when you disappeared behind the big doors of the house. You kept on walking, almost as if you were in a trance, until you finally reached your destination: Purgatory Hall.
You didn't think twice, you knocked immediately and the first person who thankfully opened the door at such late hour was exactly who you were looking for: Solomon. You looked up at him and when your eyes met something broke in you. Snapping back to reality you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him tightly as you buried your head into his chest — almost as if you were trying to just disappear in his arms and forget about everyone. — tears starting to fall from your eyes and getting soaked in his shirt, wetting it, as your whole body started to shake uncontrollably.
At your sudden and tight hug he was taken aback but he didn't think twice before wrapping his arms around you. He could feel the way you were shaking, making him worry even more as he slowly walked in the house, he felt his shirt getting wet by your tears and despite the uncomfortable feeling he ignored it completely and just slowly and gently dragged you with him in his room. You were still clinging to him as more tears fell. He didn't mention anything that was happening to you and simply closed the door behind him and took your chin, gently raising it so he could look at you in the eyes.
When your tears filled eyes met his he didn't look at you with pity nor judgment, just a quiet yet loud understanding that brought you a warm feeling of comfort in your body. His thumb caressing your cheek and wiping your tears as he studied your expression:"Do you wanna talk about it?" He whispered, his words were free from demand, bringing you no pressure as you sniffed and shook your head. You didn't want to talk about it yet. Not here. Not in this overwhelming place that despite the peaceful presence of another human it was still too much:"Can we go to the human world?" Your sudden question caught him off guard, his eyes widened momentarily before he quickly collected himself, thinking about your request:"Well we would need to ask the brothers and Lord Diavolo, not to mention finals ar—" "I mean now. Just like leave and don't ask to anyone..." Your words cut him off and made his body freeze.
What did you just said?
Didn't you love the Devildom? Did something happened? Was this really you? But before he could ask anything you cleared up most of his doubts:"it's just too overwhelming here and I need home for a while, I need to go back to my safe place and just calm down from this never ending chaos—" You started to explain, just the explanation was full of stress and pent up emotions, making him pull you closer and plant a kiss on top of your forehead:"I can take you to that place with the waterfall again if you wish, I must say it is a true beauty during the day but I personally think that the night adds a new layer of unique beauty" He suggested, a soft and gentle smile growing on his lips as he looked down at your tears stained face while you were thinking about his suggestion before nodding and leaning back on him, seeking that specific human warmth that you craved and missed dearly.
And so with a chuckle the both of you found yourself sitting at the feet of the river, owls talking in the background and the crickets chirping as usual. Noises that lacked in the Devildom were all there, bringing a sense of peace in you as you rested your head on Solomon's shoulder:"It's exhausting. The student council, the whining students, the ones that think I am not fit to be part of the council just because I am a human and even the brothers despite hating to admit it. All that chaos, loud noises and arguing. The constant fights that I need to fix when all they did for me was not threaten me on my birthday… i think?" You started to rant, pouring all your feelings out in one go. Solomon's hand rested on your hip, pulling you closer and listening carefully to your vent. When you had finished a heavy silence set between the two of you for a couple of minutes before he finally broke it:"Human week. How does that sound?" His words made you look up at him in confusion and slight irritation. You opened your heart fully to him and he was talking about some kind of 'Human Week' bullshit?
But before you could complain or give voice to your assumption his next words made you rethink:"Things down there are hard and big, way bigger and more overwhelming than here. So how about a Human Week when we disappear here together and just recharge? It does sound like you need it badly right now so why not make it a thing so we could do it more often" His words made your heart beat faster, making your cheeks flush as you looked back down at the river water, but this time a small smile was tugging at your lips before a chuckle escaped:"Well, I am not against it but we really need to find a better name for it" Your words made him smirk, pulling you even closer and planting a kiss on your forehead:"I would gladly stay up to think of a name but it's getting quite late now, how about a cast a spell and we sleep here in the forest?" He suggested as he casts the spell, creating an almost invisible barrier around the two of you. You looked up at the magic protecting you two when he suddenly casts another one, creating with magic a soft surface to recreate a mattress underneath the two of you.
After that his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down on top of his chest as he planted another kiss in top of your head:"Wanna cuddle while gazing at the stars? Or do you wanna do something else?" He raised his eyebrows teasingly and trying to flirt. Trying and managing to make you laugh softly:"Idiot" You mumbled and got comfortable while laying your head on his chest, looking up at the sky you kept your hands on his torso:"Stars really are pretty from the Human world" You commented, receiving a hum in agreement from the sorcerer under you:"Well you're the best star among all realms" His cheesy line made you cringe, you threw him a dirty look but as soon as you saw his smug face you couldn't help but burst out laughing:"The strongest sorcerer in human kind's best line to flirt is a cheesy line coming from rom coms? Weren't the 200 and more years of your life enough to at least come up with something more original than that?" You laughed, teasing him nonstop and tracing his chest with your index finger.
Him in response simply smiled, a more genuine and gentle one:"Well, I've never been in love until you came into my life so I've never spent my time wondering what lines to use… I didn't even think I would ever love someone like I do with you" His sudden confession made you freeze completely, your finger stopped mid motion as you looked away, resting completely your head down on his chest, hearing his heartbeat go faster and louder, trying desperately to hide your red cheeks:"Okay well I guess it's okay then…" You mumbled before his fingers started to run thru your hair and he teased:"Awww are you blushing??" He chuckled when you protested, denying it and hiding your face from him. His soft smile grew even more as you two kept joking around until you eventually fell asleep.
Maybe this whole Human time idea wasn't so bad after all…
• a/n
WELL DAMN finally wrote smth cuz tbh i've been on genshin and youtube all day these weeks NFKJFKJAKJNAFNJK also i cut my hair and I hate them SO BAD I'M NOT EVEN JOKING I MIGHT CRY-
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May I request a drabble of how Luke would react if MC was brutally murdered by lesser demons in the Devildom? I feel like he would internalize a lot of guilt because he swore to protect MC as their guardian angel, and I’d like to see your take on it. Thank you!
I mean you really want to make all of us cry right? That's your goal right?
Warning: angst, blood, gore, death
Your Failed Guardian ( LUKE X PLATONIC!GN!READER )
Dark. Everything was dark. Darkness was the last thing you saw, you heard, you felt… No one was there to help you. Your cries and screams carried through the corruption of the Devildom, a place of pure evil no matter how many smiling faces turned toward you. Still, you had taken it upon yourself to go out that night, alone. No one agreed with it, of course, even those pesky demons you lived with advised you against such a foolish decision. You went anyway, saying that you’re old enough to handle yourself against whatever may or may not get you. You were wrong. Luke never even knew. It was like… you purposefully didn’t tell him, and when he did find out, it was too late.
He found you first, sensing something was wrong. Call it a sixth sense or just his protector instinct kicking in, but he found you, near death. He didn’t know the demons that had gotten their way with you; he’s never seen their faces. Strangers, but truly just monsters. He cried, calling out for you right before one stomped your head in. Blood, goo, brain matter,... it all splattered on the ground. His eyes went wide, of course, all logical reasoning gone, and yet, as much as he wanted to scream, he couldn’t. Shock, silence… He stared, the demons’ laughter barely resonating in his own mind as they took turns tormenting and decapitating the rest of you with amusement he could never and would never understand.
It felt like he was trapped. No muscle in his body was willing to move, no sound coming out from his throat until finally, when tears started to fall, the screams escaped his tiny body; screams that alerted everyone. Simeon knew first, of course, as his own guardian. Luke never saw his face; he never saw the angel’s own reaction, not when he was too occupied with the scene in front of him. Simeon dragged him away and Luke let him, not fighting, no more screaming, just the pure shock from the horror that unfolded in front of him. Halfway through he finally did react, screaming more, shaking and trembling as that scene replayed in his mind. He knew the brothers got there not long after Simeon did; he must have alerted them. Diavolo was there too, of course, but he also knew that all of them were absolutely useless.
It took a long time for him to calm down. He was screaming and yelling at Simeon, trying to fight against his strong grip, but to no avail… Finally, he let his trembling body fall against the other one’s, tears seemingly never stopping to fall. Soothing caresses over his back and Simeon’s own aching heart beat did nothing to calm the little angel, but sooner or later exhaustion took a toll on his fragile self and he was lulled to sleep unwillingly, only to be met by the scene playing out in his dreams, over and over again. Screams carried through the night, throughout Purgatory Hall, throughout the entire Devildom, until Simeon came to wake him, comfort him. A quick glance told Luke that the older one was just as hurt as he was. The darkness of night did little to hide the puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks, and in some way, Luke found comfort in it as he returned to Simeon’s embrace once more.
That night was one of many where he found comfort in his own guardian, albeit Simeon did nothing, and really could do nothing, to deaden Luke’s own pain. At some point, the little angel just fell numb. The guilt had overtaken him no matter how many times people told him it wasn’t his fault, that there was nothing that could’ve been done. He promised you… He promised you he’d be there, always. That he’d watch over you and support you, comfort you… and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, that promise was broken. Funnily enough, for once in his life, he could relate to demons and their hatred. He understood Satan’s wrath and Belphegor’s hatred toward humanity, because he felt it too…
Luke became numb the day you died, barely a shell of his former, youthful self. He blamed himself, he always would, and the images would never leave his mind. The years passed, and he still woke up at night with your sweet face turning into distortion and pain. Centuries,... millennia,... eons,... went by. People came and went, Solomon grew older, Diavolo married,... and yet, nothing within him changed. He was still who he was on that day; numb,.... In pain…. Just a child, a little angel, trying to save who he swore to protect...
Mc: Mammon, *peeking out* can I sleep in your room tonight?
Mammon: *sitting up*
Mc: *embarrassed* If you don't mind, I can sleep on the couch and-
Mammon: No, no, no, you can… you can sleep here, of course, and… *blushing* there’s plenty of room for both of us in the bed.
Mc: *timidly approaching the bed, without looking at the demon*
Mammon: *making room for them*
Mc: Thanks…
Mammon: You’re welcome *not knowing what to do*
Silence
Mammon: Are you okay?
Mc: *shaking their head, holding back tears*
Mammon: !!! *sitting up suddenly*
Mc: I thought I’d be okay, that I’d gotten used to it, but it’s still… terrifying.
Mammon: *not daring to touch them*
Mc: I thought I could hold my own, live a life similar to the one I used to have, but… this is hell, and the demons… they’re still terrifying.
Mammon: !!
Mc: *curling up into a ball, hugging their knees*
Mammon: I’m sorry I put you in that situation *hugging them*
Mc: It’s not your fault, Mammon *wiping away tears*, I got myself into that situation.
Mammon: It is, I’m in charge of you, and besides, I’m a demon too.
Mc: But I was the one who asked you for help, and it worked *trying to smile*
Mammon: Well, yes, but it wasn’t smart… Considering the circles I move in… sometimes I forget that you’re human.
Mc: Sometimes I forget it too, so I let my guard down.
Mammon: …
Silence
Mc: And I think I keep letting my guard down because… I needed to feel safe, protected…
Mammon: ?
Mc: And the only thing I could think of was to come with you, *looking at him* a demon.
Mammon: *hugging the human tighter*
Mc: *tears threatening to well up again*
Mammon: You’re safe here, Mc *hiding them in his arms*, I won’t let you feel this way again… I won’t let you go through something like this again.
Mc: *clinging to the demon*
Nothing else was said, they remained embraced until the human’s breathing slowed and they fell asleep. This left the demon with a new, completely unfamiliar feeling, but with the certainty that he would keep his word, no matter what the cost.
I have this headcanon that Satan always lowkey existed in Lucifer. He was a voice in Lucifer's head that Lucifer always just chalked up to being his conscious or inner voice, not a whole other person he was growing inside of him.
I imagine that Satan's voice in Lucifer started out as really really quiet but over time got louder and more distinct. I also think that Lucifer's way of thinking slowly changed. He'd think in the first person and it slowly changed to third person as Satan grew more
Ex: *My* sandwich is still in the fridge -> Our sandwich is still in the fridge -> Your sandwich is still in the fridge
Transitioning from Lucifer speaking about just himself because he's the only one who exists, to talking about him and Satan collectively with "we" and "us" and "our", to Satan being able to speak for himself and to Lucifer in and out of his head. Sometimes Lucifer would slip up and say things stuff like "We are going to bed" only for people to be confused af
There'd be little moments where Lucifer would black out now and then because Satan got control. Usually in fits of anger. Lucifer would feel ashamed for whatever Satan made him do and could never remember exactly what happened and everyone would think it was just from stress or some one time thing until it started happening more often leading up to what happened to Lilith.
Yeah, Satan's voice would be violent and angry, but there were times when it was affectionate and genuinely helpful. It'd encourage Lucifer to speak out if he was overworked or to snap at people when Lucifer wouldn't say what he really felt to keep the peace.
Lucifer's pride and need to set an example for everyone because he's an archangel would prevent him from ever admitting that he needed help. That he was absolutely miserable from the pressure of it.
A great example of this would be Lucifer's wings. It's canon that wings are a status symbol in the Celestial Realm and Lucifer having 12 is a huuuge honor. They'd make Lucifer flaunt his wings around at all times to show off that he had them. That hes special and powerful and Father's favorite. There's been a few times where Mammon had mentioned that Lucifer was miserable from it. How his wings were too heavy. That they'd drag on the ground when he walked. If they got caught on stuff they'd pull and ache. Other angels most likely would grab them and pet them whenever they felt like it with no regard as to whether or not Lucifer wanted them to. Lucifer's wings were so loved angels would literally pay for some of his feathers. In the og game there's a text chat where it talks about a scam Mammon ran where he found some white feathers and lied to people that they were Lucifer's and sold them for a ton of money. (Which debunks the theory that the brothers developed their sins after they fell, btw. They were always sinful it's just since they fell they could let loose and indulge. All of them use their sin as a coping mechanism. Mammon was always greedy.)
I think Satan would know. Satan would feel how much Lucifer secretly resented having the damned things. How exhausting taking care of them is. How violating it is having people act like they're entitled to put their grubby little hands on you whenever they feel like it. Especially since it was his body too, once. I could totally see a scenario where Satan goes apeshit on an angel out of the blue while in Lucifer's body. He'd snap at a lower ranking angel after they pet their his wings and Satan exploded at them, only for Lucifer to regain control and be deeply embarassed of the outburst. Lucifer wouldn't realize yet that it wasn't technically him, and even if he did nobody would've believed him.
It's probably the whole reason Lucifer tore them off in the first place. That and it represents the way he felt trapped in the Celestial Realm and him cutting off his wings was him literally cutting out that part of his life. Maybe Satan was given his own body because Lucifer didn't need him in his head to stick up for him like that anymore. Satan did his job.
I think Satan kinda resents Lucifer for not leaving sooner. For not asserting himself and telling all of them to fuck off long before they killed Lilith. I'm not going to get into it in this post but it's been made very clear all of the other brothers were mistreated and outcast in the Celestial Realm before they fell and before they killed Lilith. It's probably the whole reason she was willing to die for a human. Because she didn't see her life in the Celestial Realm as one worth living.
I think this is one of the reasons Satan hates Lucifer Because he never stuck up for himself and his loved ones until it was too late. Satan was an unwilling participant and had no say in the matter whenever Lucifer said or did something he disagreed with. Especially since if he had done it sooner then Satan would've gotten to be his own person sooner.
I'm just now remembering that one lesson in the og obey me where Lucifer and Satan get body swapped and holy shit, can you imagine how upsetting that was for Satan? Not only becoming the person you hate most but also going back to being trapped in your old body that was never really yours. I think Satan associates that with being helpless and not in control. Probably why Satan was planning on messing up Lucifer's big speech. It was an act of spite for all the times he and Lucifer were still stuck together and Lucifer did something that Satan didn't want in their shared body. It's like being a conjoined twin but your sibling is the only one who can move your shared body and talk. Now that the body is his and only his he can finally make up for it. Now Lucifer knows what it's like to be the "leftovers" and how horrific it is to have someone else decide and do everything for you without your input. Lucifer has to take the backseat while Satan calls the shots for once. It's why he is contradicts everything Lucifer does, it's because he can finally say NO
Anyway, the whole reason I made this post is because I think Lucifer sometimes misses having Satan's voice in his head. Like his mind feels weirdly lonely and quiet sometimes. He misses having another person to talk to at all times to confide in, and now it's just weird bring separated. I think whenever Lucifer gets drunk, he regularly calls Satan and cries. And it's not weird or shameful because everything Lucifer is crying about is stuff Satan already knew about. Stuff not even Mammon knows about. Worries about not being good enough, if he did the right thing, if he could've done more. Despite Satan claiming he hates him, Satan spends the entire time reassuring and comforting him. Lucifer makes a huge habit of calling Satan almost every day once RAD ends and everyone moves into their own homes. Lucifer lies and says he calls all of his brothers just as often as he calls Satan, but it's not true. He just wants to hear Satan talk.
Lmao i can Lucifer spam calling Satan because he misses him (it's been 3 hours since they'd seen each other) and Satan initially dodges the calls because "ew Lucifer" only to be worried because he's gotten 23 missed calls from Lucifer. Really it's just Lucifer listening to Satan's voicemail 23 times over because Satan won't answer his DDD
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anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck
Well shelter is a basic need, and would at the very least allow them a place where they can get back on their feet. Food water and shelter are necessary for a healthy body and psychology. There’s also the fact that they’re people too, and a little help goes a long way in making a decent community. There’s plenty of reasons
You have five hundred apples, and just one day to eat them all.
You pass by a small crowd of hungry children, and decide you’d rather 455 apples go rotten than give them to some snotty brat who isn’t your problem.
It doesn’t matter how hard you’ve worked for your 500 apples, or that you aren’t the parent of any of those kids. in the moment you decide to walk away, it doesn’t matter why they’re hungry, or who owes who what.
You had the opportunity to help people, you had the ability to help people, you had the resources to help people. You had everything you needed to make a small, tiny little difference in someone’s life, and you decided not to.
What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity?
a/n: I love Belphie now but I am a strong believer that everyone got over chapter 16 WAY too fast in the game...so what happens when a newly comfortable sheep mc faces the chapter 16 events?
MC who has been a sheep since entering the Devildom. Nobody can be sure the parameters of this...condition? Since arriving nothing has changed so far, you're consistently a sheep.
But soon things do change.
By now you've gotten a bit more used to your life in the Devildom, if anyone really can get used to such an obscure place for a human. And it soon becomes apparent that for some reason, the sheep form your body has taken on, is not entirely a condition of the Devildom.
Every now and then, while fast asleep and peacefully dreaming, your body returns to it's human state. Your limbs stretch back to their original length, wool turning to hair on your head and round little sheep torso lengthening into a human body.
But of course, nobody notices at first. Not even you sleeping peaceful in your bed and back to a sheep when you wake. It's not until Mammon decides to take an impromptu visit to your room late into the night, complaining about something, probably loosing money, and ends up spending the night. Not the first time.
It is however the first time that upon waking, you still being fast asleep, instead of the usual small sheep fluff next to his head and under his hand, there's a human body beside him.
There's hair laying across the pillow in front of him and his hand is now placed on a very human hip.
He can't help but unceremoniously scream in horror-movie-watching Mammon fashion, quickly startling you from your slumber.
The moment your eyes snap open, you're a sheep again, mind disoriented and groggy as you try to figure out why Mammon has screamed at such a late hour of the night, waking you up from a blissful dream.
"Yer- you...HUH?!? Human you- what? Yer body it- HUH I SWEAR-"
Well mammon certainly seems to be losing it, but it only takes a few more instances of this happening to Mammon and other brothers, (namely when you fell asleep gaming with Levi, who shrieked at your naked human form before passing out) before it was clear nobody was hallucinating.
You seem to...revert to your human form when sleeping? But....why?
That's where Solomon comes in. After some careful watching and testing and...well estimation... (i mean he's seen a lot in his time, you have to give him some credit👴) he concludes it's a sign of comfort, of security. Your sheep form is like a default version of a defense mechanism, a strange way you've reacted to the Devildom, the constant tension, pressure, always on edge.
But, when you feel at ease, in a true whole way, your body goes back to human again.
Of course, this information puts a warm feeling into many of their hearts. You're comfortable sleeping beside them!?! They're honored. And upon hearing this, Diavolo is absolutely giddy, taking it as a sign of promise and hope in his plan for the realms.
He really won't shut up about it to Barbatos, admitting to wanting to witness it himself, which Barbatos must remind him would not likely be a proper way for a prince to behave.
Mammon spends more time than ever before with you, and even Satan has come around by now, covering your sheep form gently in a blanket before reading to you, so that when you drift off and your body transforms, he can study the real you, looking carefully at the human face near him, the curve of your shoulder under the blanket.
Asmo has of course taken sneaky photos of your sleepy peaceful human face, but he never posts them. These are just for his eyes. Sometimes he'll gush about your appearance to Beel (the more patient of the brothers) or Solomon, saying how he wished he could see how pretty your eyes would be in that form, your facial expressions when awake.
Simeon hears about this from Solomon (likely as an extension of Asmo) and although curious he's careful not to push any careful boundaries. He is however intrigued, and thinks often about how your peaceful sleeping human face would look, how the bright smiles and expressions you make would look all the more beautiful in your natural form. He may or may not be already basing a character in one of his stories off you now, whether he's seen your human form yet or not.
Even Lucifer sometimes when taking a break from his work for coffee, goes over to your room in the latest hours of the night, just peeking in. (obviously to ensure the exchange student hasn't died and that they're not causing trouble. No other reason...) But he lingers a moment, studying the face rarely seen, the real you. He's not likely to tell you or admit to any of his brothers, but you're breathtaking.
You've really grown on them all.
Things are really looking up. You're comfortable, clearly, and everyone seems to get along more often just because of the higher spirits in the house.
But, of course life in the Devildom can't be so simple and harmonious. After some late searching you've discovered a human in the attic. One who wants to be set free. And he sure has a lot to say.
a/n: sorry to break this up but we'll get into the real ideas ab chapter 16 in part 1!
also I know this isn't completed yet but a tag as promised @temoshii
I have this headcanon that Satan always lowkey existed in Lucifer. He was a voice in Lucifer's head that Lucifer always just chalked up to being his conscious or inner voice, not a whole other person he was growing inside of him.
I imagine that Satan's voice in Lucifer started out as really really quiet but over time got louder and more distinct. I also think that Lucifer's way of thinking slowly changed. He'd think in the first person and it slowly changed to third person as Satan grew more
Ex: *My* sandwich is still in the fridge -> Our sandwich is still in the fridge -> Your sandwich is still in the fridge
Transitioning from Lucifer speaking about just himself because he's the only one who exists, to talking about him and Satan collectively with "we" and "us" and "our", to Satan being able to speak for himself and to Lucifer in and out of his head. Sometimes Lucifer would slip up and say things stuff like "We are going to bed" only for people to be confused af
There'd be little moments where Lucifer would black out now and then because Satan got control. Usually in fits of anger. Lucifer would feel ashamed for whatever Satan made him do and could never remember exactly what happened and everyone would think it was just from stress or some one time thing until it started happening more often leading up to what happened to Lilith.
Yeah, Satan's voice would be violent and angry, but there were times when it was affectionate and genuinely helpful. It'd encourage Lucifer to speak out if he was overworked or to snap at people when Lucifer wouldn't say what he really felt to keep the peace.
Lucifer's pride and need to set an example for everyone because he's an archangel would prevent him from ever admitting that he needed help. That he was absolutely miserable from the pressure of it.
A great example of this would be Lucifer's wings. It's canon that wings are a status symbol in the Celestial Realm and Lucifer having 12 is a huuuge honor. They'd make Lucifer flaunt his wings around at all times to show off that he had them. That hes special and powerful and Father's favorite. There's been a few times where Mammon had mentioned that Lucifer was miserable from it. How his wings were too heavy. That they'd drag on the ground when he walked. If they got caught on stuff they'd pull and ache. Other angels most likely would grab them and pet them whenever they felt like it with no regard as to whether or not Lucifer wanted them to. Lucifer's wings were so loved angels would literally pay for some of his feathers. In the og game there's a text chat where it talks about a scam Mammon ran where he found some white feathers and lied to people that they were Lucifer's and sold them for a ton of money. (Which debunks the theory that the brothers developed their sins after they fell, btw. They were always sinful it's just since they fell they could let loose and indulge. All of them use their sin as a coping mechanism. Mammon was always greedy.)
I think Satan would know. Satan would feel how much Lucifer secretly resented having the damned things. How exhausting taking care of them is. How violating it is having people act like they're entitled to put their grubby little hands on you whenever they feel like it. Especially since it was his body too, once. I could totally see a scenario where Satan goes apeshit on an angel out of the blue while in Lucifer's body. He'd snap at a lower ranking angel after they pet their his wings and Satan exploded at them, only for Lucifer to regain control and be deeply embarassed of the outburst. Lucifer wouldn't realize yet that it wasn't technically him, and even if he did nobody would've believed him.
It's probably the whole reason Lucifer tore them off in the first place. That and it represents the way he felt trapped in the Celestial Realm and him cutting off his wings was him literally cutting out that part of his life. Maybe Satan was given his own body because Lucifer didn't need him in his head to stick up for him like that anymore. Satan did his job.
I think Satan kinda resents Lucifer for not leaving sooner. For not asserting himself and telling all of them to fuck off long before they killed Lilith. I'm not going to get into it in this post but it's been made very clear all of the other brothers were mistreated and outcast in the Celestial Realm before they fell and before they killed Lilith. It's probably the whole reason she was willing to die for a human. Because she didn't see her life in the Celestial Realm as one worth living.
I think this is one of the reasons Satan hates Lucifer Because he never stuck up for himself and his loved ones until it was too late. Satan was an unwilling participant and had no say in the matter whenever Lucifer said or did something he disagreed with. Especially since if he had done it sooner then Satan would've gotten to be his own person sooner.
I'm just now remembering that one lesson in the og obey me where Lucifer and Satan get body swapped and holy shit, can you imagine how upsetting that was for Satan? Not only becoming the person you hate most but also going back to being trapped in your old body that was never really yours. I think Satan associates that with being helpless and not in control. Probably why Satan was planning on messing up Lucifer's big speech. It was an act of spite for all the times he and Lucifer were still stuck together and Lucifer did something that Satan didn't want in their shared body. It's like being a conjoined twin but your sibling is the only one who can move your shared body and talk. Now that the body is his and only his he can finally make up for it. Now Lucifer knows what it's like to be the "leftovers" and how horrific it is to have someone else decide and do everything for you without your input. Lucifer has to take the backseat while Satan calls the shots for once. It's why he is contradicts everything Lucifer does, it's because he can finally say NO
Anyway, the whole reason I made this post is because I think Lucifer sometimes misses having Satan's voice in his head. Like his mind feels weirdly lonely and quiet sometimes. He misses having another person to talk to at all times to confide in, and now it's just weird bring separated. I think whenever Lucifer gets drunk, he regularly calls Satan and cries. And it's not weird or shameful because everything Lucifer is crying about is stuff Satan already knew about. Stuff not even Mammon knows about. Worries about not being good enough, if he did the right thing, if he could've done more. Despite Satan claiming he hates him, Satan spends the entire time reassuring and comforting him. Lucifer makes a huge habit of calling Satan almost every day once RAD ends and everyone moves into their own homes. Lucifer lies and says he calls all of his brothers just as often as he calls Satan, but it's not true. He just wants to hear Satan talk.
Lmao i can Lucifer spam calling Satan because he misses him (it's been 3 hours since they'd seen each other) and Satan initially dodges the calls because "ew Lucifer" only to be worried because he's gotten 23 missed calls from Lucifer. Really it's just Lucifer listening to Satan's voicemail 23 times over because Satan won't answer his DDD
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Some headcanon about the brothers interactions and relationship.
Lucifer is well aware of Levi's social anxiety, so much that he was the one who intervened to allow him to study from home, speaking personally with Diavolo. For that reason, he can't help but spoil him.
Lucifer also greatly appreciates his passion, which is why he makes an effort to take an interest in his tastes, the new anime, manga, or games he’s passionate about, so he can share them with him and, in that way, try to help him open up more to the world and not withdraw so much into himself.
Mammon spoils Asmo; despite their differences, he’s the one who lands him the best shoots and opportunities in the modeling world, plus he always promotes Asmo’s products and frequently wears them. He’s the first to brag about his achievements.
The demon knows that Asmo is pretending, that he’s been pretending for a long time, so he makes sure to keep him busy, take him out partying, or just listen to him. It’s not uncommon for him to deal with obsessive fans or stalkers without Asmo ever noticing.
Leviathan fully understands Satan’s hyperfixations, so he’s Satan’s best ally when it comes to getting files, books, or other strange things. He’s the only one who can talk for hours on end with the fourth-born, and he often lets Satan “interrupt” his game nights to discuss a new interest.
Levi understands Satan’s frustration, imposter syndrome, and the helplessness of having someone dismiss your feelings. So often, when Satan has a fit of rage, Levi gives him his precious loyalty cards for cat cafes, or even accompanies him to shelters to volunteer with the kitties.
Asmodeus is always the first to go to Beel’s games, cheering him on with all his might and celebrating his victories as if they were his own. He promises to promote restaurants so they’ll continue to let Beel eat there. Many of his collaborations with restaurants are for this reason.
Asmo understands the pressure Beel feels from believing he must protect everyone, and the disappointment of having let his loved ones down. That’s why Asmo always gives him hugs, because, even if he doesn’t ask for it, Beel can feel his family’s presence.
Whenever Satan comes across a new or innovative blanket, pillow, or other sleep-related item, he buys it for Belphie. He also often uses his connections to stay informed about astrological events in the Devildom, and whenever he’s invited to these events, he always brings his brother along.
Satan knows that Belphie is suffering from deep depression. So he stays by his side, being with him without saying a word, simply being there for him whenever he needs it, without pressuring him, without forcing him to see the bright side, just there in case he ever wants to talk.
Beelzebub always tries to make sure Lucifer has some kind of snack in his study, bedroom, or RAD desk. He always tries to remind his older brother to eat, indirectly, for example by reminding him to buy certain things or suddenly deciding to make his brother's favorite meal.
He also takes care of putting him to bed on many of his nighttime expeditions. Beel tries to help his brother from the shadows, because he knows Lucifer doesn't want to depend on anyone, he takes care of him secretly so his pride isn't hurt.
Belphegor always makes sure Mammon has sweet dreams; despite how the younger brother acts, he knows how often his older brother has nightmares. Sometimes, he even uses them to persuade or scare off witches who are after his brother.
Belphie knows that Mammon can be many things, but above all, he cares deeply for them. So he shows just what a great older brother he is by acting like the younger brother from time to time. He knows Mammon loves it. And even if he doesn’t say so, he brags a lot about his accomplishments to other demons.
Mc always smiled when they heard about these situations, because there was nothing more adorable than seeing one of the brothers look out for the other.
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I wanted to explore the relationships between the siblings a little more; despite everything, all the problems, all the conflicts, they all care deeply about their family. And even though their relationship was strained for years, they're still siblings.
people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.
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