Kimi

"What brings a lord of hell to an insignificant witch's home?" The avatar of greed's face is unreadable, but the irritated twitch of his black wings give him away. Seems appealing to his ego didn't work.

Of course, you've heard about him from your friends. Heard their everlasting complaints about unpaid dues, greedy demons, and how favors went unrewarded. So why was he approaching you? You didn't have anything worth of value to offer him. You were probably the poorest compared with your city friends, who loved to party in Devildom and the human world respectively, without a care in the world.

"Now, listen here, witch, ya owe me something." You furrow your eyebrows. Owe him something? What could you possibly owe him—oh!

"Are you talking about the baubles your familiars gave me? I was wondering where they came from. N-no worries, I-I can return it to you!" His face doesn't change, even as you place all the heavy watches, jewelry, and pieces of grimm in his large hands, sharp and clawed, curled like a dragon's talons clutching its treasure close.

An awkward beat passes.

"Is...there something else you need?" The second born shakes his head, and finally he turns with a stuttered scoff.

"No. Next time, ya better be grateful I had mercy as the great Mammon to spare yer measly life."

You purse your lips as he takes off, leaving you to stare at the singular long crow feather upon the dead leaves in front of you.

-

"Oh, Mammon? You're worried about him?" Your friend laughs, throwing her head back, teeth flashing. She adjusts her lavender wide brimmed hat as you narrow your eyes at her in irritation.

"Come on, hon, he's harmless. More like a complete dumbass, if you ask me." She scoffs, waving her manicured hand dismissively. You continue stirring the stew, sipping at the spoon in intervals. More salt. "All he cares about is money and what he can spend. I bet you can trick him with a credit card and a stick if you try hard enough."

"I'm not doubting your words, but I got a bad feeling about this." You set the spoon down, putting out the fire. "Do you know how much of a heart attack I had when one of the lords of hell showed up here? Man...I can't control what his familiars do. How was I supposed to know they were his stuff?!"

"And yet, you still feed them." Your friend deadpans, dipping a finger in the thick stew before you can slap her hand away. Popping the finger in her mouth, she hums, "Hm, a bit salty."

You groan, ladling the stew into two bowls. "If you're not going to give me good advice, just go already."

"Just saying you have nothing to worry about." She shrugs and waves, disappearing in a cloud of smoke and gas, leaving you to stand there coughing in the afterfumes.

She wasn't wrong, you thought, as the crows crowded around the bowls. Absent-mindedly petting one of them, you observe as the crow leans into your fingers, enjoying the scratching it was given. You already knew that you couldn't really bring yourself to stop feeding the mischievous avians. It has long become routine to cook a bit more, to enjoy the company of these all seeing birds, despite the fact they got you in trouble with their master.

"Ah, I've gotten soft…" You chuckle to yourself as the crow preened at your petting.

Maybe you were overreacting. Surely their master wouldn't mind so long as you don't take their gifts?

-

...is what you thought, before his looming silhouette falls over you again as you hold two bowls of curry.

"Oh, uhm, Mr. Mammon!" Your eyes are wide as you watch the demon look around your cottage with a barely contained sneer.

"This yer place? What a dump—don't ya have any good shit around?" You repress a violent urge to chuck curry at the literal second lord of hell.

"I have everything I need, if you want someone who has shiny items, Mr. Mammon, may I suggest my friend who you have yet to pay your fifty thousand grimm debt to?" You dryly reply, setting down the curry for the crows to eat.

"I-I'm good! Your house is ever so lovely, haha, uh…" Seems like your friend really was right, but then again, it seems in line with his whole title as the persona of greed.

"The name's [First]. May I ask why the oh so great Mammon is paying another visit here to this dump?" He flinches with a flustered expression at your blunt question.

"W-well, I was just wonderin' why my crows keep comin' back here all the time." He flounders, turning to his familiars, eyebrows furrowed in flustered confusion.

You shrug. "I think they like being fed. That's really it Mr. Mammon." Scratching the head of one crow, you turn to him. "Would you like a plate?"

He's obviously taken aback by your casual invite, and he quickly retaliates with a "H-ha ha, no way! Ya think your peasant-like food is worthy enough for me?"

You would feel offended if it weren't for the fact he sounds like an adult toddler refusing to cooperate. "Suit yourself." After getting yourself a bowl, you dig into your curry alongside your avian companions while their master watches you with a growing frustrated look.

"Tch, couldn't even bother to at least ask a second time—that's what politeness is about." He snatches the spoon out of your hands and gulps down a hearty helping of curry. His face changes as he chews, and his eyes positively sparkle when they reconnect with yours again. "Yo, this rocks. You're a pretty damn good cook!" He digs in more, and you deadpan.

"Hey, if you liked it so much, get your own bowl!!" You protest, trying to get your food back from the demon, who merely holds it out of your reach with a shit eating grin. "S'more convenient to eat from your bowl." He finally gives it back, cleaned out, and you resist another violent urge to choke the demon next to you.

"Hah, that really hits the spot!" Mammon stretches, his bat-like wings expanded to their full glory. He turns to you with a wide toothy grin, "I think I know why my crows keep comin' back to this place—s'pect to see more of me, little witch!"

Your angry curses are shouted too late as he takes off with his murder, leaving you in a storm of black feathers.

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"May all your clothes never come out of the laundry without wrinkles."

"What kinda petty curse is that?!"

After that Mammon became a regular visitor, much to your mild exasperation. You always knew when he was coming when the caws sounded out and the fluttering of wings landing in your yard. Somehow he manages to come at the most inconvenient of times, like now.

"It may be petty but it's annoying." You retort, still poring over your potions book pages.

"Some witch you are…" Mammon mutters, and you shoot him a scathing glare. "Would you like me to cast a curse of eternal silence on you?"

His panicked expression is gold to you as he frantically shakes his head no, while sputtering superficial apologies. You roll your eyes and continue reading. "Why are you here anyways? I haven't even cooked anything. And no, your crows haven't brought me anything either."

He groans, stretching out and head and limbs splayed out on the chair he's rocking in. The aged wood squeaks and you silently hope it was old enough to collapse. "I'm bored, what else? Don't ya have anything fun to do around here?"

You study Mammon with a twitching eyebrow, musing for a moment. If he's looking for something to occupy the time on his hands, then…

You slam your book shut, causing him to startle to a straight sitting position. "As a matter of fact, I do believe there is something you can do."

"Oh yeah?" He raises an eyebrow.

You merely grin threateningly as you grab his arm and haul him up and with you out the door.

"Hey hey hey what are you doing—!!" He yelps as you cackle menacingly.

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"No."

"You asked for something to do. I'm giving you something to do."

"I ain't trying to mess with THAT!" The demon gestures wildly to the hell boar who is currently snuffling around a tree, its gruff snorts puffing out acidic air, its sharp tusks gleam under the light.

"Come now, don't tell me the Great Mammon can't handle one little ol' hell boar?" You put your hands on your hips with a smirk.

"N-no way! It's just—"

"Is the oh so great Mammon scared?" Perhaps you shouldn't tease him so much, but you can't help but feel amused at how scared he acts, making him feel very human, in a way.

"Hah! In your dreams! Watch this!" Your eyes widen as he charges forward and tackles the hell boar, and a struggle ensues.

"Holy—Mammon!" You scream and quickly summon your staff. If you didn't hurry, he could get seriously injured! "Beasts of hell, hear my call, and be silenced and still!"

The hell boar freezes and falls over, and Mamon thankfully sits up as you rush over to check him.

"S-see, told ya I could do it...the Great Mammon can do anything!" You huff as you examine him to make sure he wasn't majorly injured somewhere, before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yes, you sure can, huh…" Turning to the frozen boar, you sigh. "Help me carry this back to my place."

"Wh-hey I'm not gonna just do what you say—"

"There's a reward waiting for you if you do."

"....fine."

-

“What did you need that thing for anyway?”

“Oh, I needed it for some potions. Did you know hell boar livers make sleeping potions very potent?”

The aroma of bread and soup hovers in the air tantalizingly, and when you turn around to tell Mammon the food is ready, you double over laughing at the amount of crows surrounding him, feathers ruffling and eyes glinting. One even caws expectantly, wings spread out.

“Stop laughing! What’s so funny anyway?!” He squawks, trying to shoo his familiars away from him and you continue laughing, wheezing so hard, that tears come out of your eyes.

“Your familiars are so cute!” You choke out and Mammon growls before snatching silverware to set the table, and you don’t fail to notice that he sets the table for two, not just for himself. As the two of you settle, you reach out an arm to his shoulder.

“Hey, Mammon, thank you for helping me.” You give his shoulder a squeeze, eyes looking up at him earnestly. “It really means a lot. You’re a lot nicer than I originally thought.”

He sputters, looking away, trying to hide his face in his arm. “Hey, of course I’mnice, the great Mammon is very generous when he wants to be! You should be grateful for my benevolence-!!”

You huff and shake your head but let his embarrassment go, choosing to ladle soup into his bowl and hand him the bread plate instead. Just as you’re about to serve yourself, you hear him clear his throat and you look up.

“I-If...you need me for anything, just ask...I’ll do it if you give me something.” His face might as well be on fire, but it’s rather endearing and refreshing to hear him actually state his feelings honestly for once.

You smile. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

He continues gazing at you with a discernible soft gaze before a caw catches his attention.

“OI! Hey that’s my food, you little-”

You laugh as Mammon tries to take back the bread piece his crow has snatched from his plate.

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"What the…" You blink down at the crow preening in front of you, its offering glittering upon your table's surface. You hold the tiara up to the sunlight pouring through your windows, the silver metal work and blood drop rubies gleaming brightly in the afternoon. A beautiful sight, of course but…

"Have you been stealing from your master again?" You huff at the avian, who merely titters at your statement, grooming its feathers and hopping off to mess around on your porch. You sigh. Nothing you could do now; you'll just have to return it back to Mammon when he next shows up.

But he didn't. Which was weird, because he always found some opportunity to visit you to scarf down your food alongside his familiars, then taking off for some shady money business or whatever he calls it. You’d wait each day for him, but as the pile of treasures his familiars brings you grows higher and even more expensive with each item brought, you're beginning to grow quite worried about the fact your home is becoming a literal dragon's hoard.

Finally, enough was enough. Your humble cottage couldn't hold all of these precious treasures and while they held worth to others, they were ultimately useless to you, as a forest witch who sustained themselves off of Mother Nature. You'd rather have your storage room filled with crops and herbs rather than diamonds and sapphires.

Devildom is cold and dark, and it’s raining by the time you arrive, but you don't pay the weather any mind when you're stomping your way to the infamous House of Lamentations, the rumored mansion of where the seven lords of hell made their residence.

"I would like to see Mammon, please." Your irritated expression and your soaked form is enough to make Mammon’s younger brother, the avatar of wrath, raise his hands in surrender.

"Alright, I'm not getting involved. His room is on the second floor left wing, third door to your left."

You don't even bother knocking, slamming open the door and startling the demon inside who was surrounded by a pile of papers of what seemed to be bills.

"Hey, what the hell-" He's silenced as you stride over to him and summon crates of all the treasure his familiars brought to you. He doesn't say anything as you slam down all his treasures around him, the boxes rattling with heavy metal and the clinks of trinkets.

"Thought you might need this to help with your bills." You huffed, putting your hands on your waist. "You never came by, so I came here instead. Did you seriously never notice your stuff going missing?"

His face sours visibly, as he turns his face away from you. "No, it's not like I needed 'em anyway." You raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "What? You literally got mad at me before because they kept bringing me your stuff. Well, I did you a favor and returned it." You yawn and stretch, turning around. Once you get home, you would make a quick soup and tuck yourself into bed. Travelling to Devildom was always a chore, and you'd rather not spend more time than necessary in the realm.

"What the hell are you talking about? You think I don't know how to command my own familiars?" You stop in your tracks, looking at Mammon, whose face is now a deep mahogany, reaching his neck, and lips jutted in a deep pout. It takes a good moment before your brain comprehends what he says to the situation.

You didn't think that it was possible for him to feel attraction or fondness other than his base desire for riches. Perhaps for his brothers maybe, but you?

"Mammon, I'm flattered but uhm...all of this is kinda useless to me." You reach over to pat his arm. "I think it's more practical if you keep it and use it to, you know, pay that giant pile of debt you somehow keep managing to get into?" His expression looks like a kicked puppy and you hurry to remedy it, feeling extremely bad for your blunt delivery. "H-hey, don't look so down, next time you come by I'll make that extra spicy curry you like, okay?"

"...just stay here then." He mumbles, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and before you can open your mouth, he's dragged you down to his level and is hugging you tightly. "Wh-Mammon!"

"Just stay here. I can give ya everything you ever want, so just stay here. I can't protect you up there in the human world. Not without a pact, at least." He draws back, his azure golden eyes glimmering with an unspoken hope. You gulp, fear beginning to creep under your skin at Mammon's intense gaze on you. You only saw that gaze when he looked at his collection. His possessions.

"M-Mammon, you're not thinking straight—I can't stay down here. Besides, I thought you said pacts were a pain in the ass? I don't think you'llwantapactwithme—" You yelp as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, lips pressed against your pulse in a daringly intimate move that you never would've expected from Mammon.

"C'mon, don't tell me you're gonna make me have to spell it out for ya?" Your breath is caught in your throat as his lips part for his hot tongue to glide upon your soft skin. "You're all I can ever think about, damnit...even with all these treasures, it doesn't compare to you!" He finally parts, cupping his large hands upon your face, heavy lidded eyes devouring your flustered and overwhelmed expression, as if it was the finest wine. "I need you. Please...stay?"

Your throat closes in on itself and you purse your lips. Your prolonged silence must've been too long because Mammon's face twists and suddenly his hug gets suffocating; and he buries his face once again into your neck.

"S'not like I'm gonna let ya leave anyway." He murmurs, and your blood goes cold.

"All he cares about is money and what he can spend. I bet you can trick him with a credit card and a stick if you try hard enough."

Your friend’s words echo in your mind.

“H-Hey Mammon, did you happen to lose a card of yours?”

It was a last desperate resort, but it works, making the demon loosen his grip and lean back to view your face in confusion.

“Did I?”

“Yeah, I think one of your familiars might’ve brought me it, you’ll have to check the crates.” He turns to shift through the piles of grimm, gold, and trinkets. You inch backwards as he continues to shuffle through the crates.

“Hm...are you sure, babe? I don’t think I see it…” That’s when you lunge for the door, heart thumping wildly with electricity in your veins and legs.

He moved so fast. You didn’t even see him get up, that was how fast he was.

In a millisecond, he has you pinned down on the cold marble floor, and despite the fact you flail under his grip, he merely tsks and drags you to his height as he presses a long, messy kiss to your mouth.

A liquid sloshes into your mouth, and despite your struggles, your cheeks burn hotly at the way his tongue wraps around yours lovingly and forces the fluid all down your throat. All of the sudden, your strength is immediately sapped, leaving your limbs leaden and heavy and at the mercy of Mammon’s hold.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed, silly witch…” Your eyes blink sluggishly, your brain not even able to keep up your fear and anxiety. In your last coherent thoughts, you realize with haunting deja vu that he gave you a sleeping potion, strengthened by hell boar liver.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3