Greensparkle

it's been a long, long week of people not listening to you. ignoring your suggestions and then passing them off as their own. of other people's mistakes fucking up your own work. of "we'll talk about this tomorrow's" that never come. of people complaining about their wage and yet demonstrating exactly why they're on the lower ones. it doesn't help that your shit day at work has been topped off with sa week's worth of social media posts from friends and aquaintainces, half of whom are buying houses, getting married and having kids while the other half are globetrotting, getting post-graduate degrees and living it up in cities. you're miles away from both of those realities with your dead-end 9-5 in your backwater hometown. and even further still from the devildom.

all you want is a hot shower and to sleep. you can feel your breathing starting to shallow and the burning beginning in your eyes. quick little pants escape you as you rush to the bathroom, trying to hold it together by thinking of your faavourite body wash. your throat closes and you choke a a small, pathetic sound—wet and high. but then there's a hiss from the kitchen at the end of the hall like water evaporating on a hot ring. you know you didn't leave the stove on nor any pans near it when you left this morning. a strong acrid smell follows the noise and the glow seeping from under the door. and so after a moment, you takes brisk strides towards the kitchen. the fear that your home is about to go up in flames is enough to pull you out of your burgeoning panic attack.

you expect it to be little d no.2. he turns up every few months, wreaks havoc around your home under the guise of tidying up (and,in fairness, he does a good job) whilst he chatters at you for a before disappearing back to the devildom. it's their way of showing they miss you. they always seem to know you're on the precipice of a breakdown and need a unique type of moral support. you're not sure if little d no.2 ever tells the other inhabitants that he's visited you—your d.d.d. has been silent for months. you know time passes differently there but if little d no.2 can remember to check up on you why can't the others? instant messaging is just that, instant regardless of the realms. the thought sends a shot of indignation through you before it tapers to a dull pang which further compounds the upset of the working day. you fling the door open—

"you're back! welcome home!"

— solomon. solomon is stood in your kitchen. not little d no.2. solomon is stood there in your kitchen wearing a silly yellow apron, holding a wooden spoon and looking so happy to see you . the stove and under cupboard lights cast a warm ambient glow around him, not the raging inferno ypu had been anticipating. his smile is wide and sincere, cheeks slightly pink from the steam coiling upwards and his eyes are crinkled shut.

"— i thought youd be home earlier so it's probably slightly overdone but still edi-"his voice is bright until it breaks off. he's so pleased to see you it brings tears to your eyes. your expression crumples and you can't hold it together anymore. the tears come thick and fast and ugly. another sob escapes you and your breathing becomes short and sharp.

solomon freezes , eyes widening before he flings the wooden spoon aside and pulling you in to his chest. he tucks your chin into his shoulder. he smells faintly of dried rosmary and smoke; home in another life. you focus on that to regulate your breathing. in, rosmary. out, smoke. you notice the hair at his nape is a little longer than he usually keeps it, brushing against his rollneck jumper. the new length means the opalescene catches the light with delicate shimmering pinks and blues. it's mesmerising even in your state of abject misery.

the pressure of his arms around you is grounding, rooting you in the moment as you concentrate on matching the rhythms of his breath. solomon doesn't shush you and you're greatful for that. he lets you whimper and sob until the sounds fade and your tears run dry. he rocks you both gently side to side as your breathing starts to level. you feel lighter despite the salt tracks on your face and the tightness of an impending headache.

you pull away slowly after some time and solomon lets you, though he seems reluctant. he holds you still with one hand whilst he sweeps his thumb under your eyes, drying the tear tracks. you keep your eyes downcast and feel yourself start to burn under his attention. the floor is infinitlet more interesting with its dust bunnies and general grime. why did he have to be here?why couldn't you have been left to mope and sob alone? you dread to think what you'll see in the mirror and what solomon must think of you right now—weak and mortal and immature.

his hands are warm on your face as he guides you to look at him. the honey-yellow light diffuses through his hair making it a shimmering butter yellow. concern tightens his eyes though he tries to mask it by spinning you and slapping you boyishly on the shoulders.

"go," he ushers you towards the bathroom. "go shower. can't have my apprentice wallowing in despair." my apprentice. he attempts to be hauty but it falls flat when his expression is so fond. you look at him about to protest but he interupts you. "i will do my very best not to burn down your kitchen. what? i know that's what you were thinking when you came bursting in,"

you stop outside the bathroom and look at him in affectionate berwilderment. at least he's self-aware. solomon's stopped beside you. he pulls your raincoat off your shoulders and folds it over his forearm. you notice then he's pushed the it up to the elbow and both sleeves of pact marks are visible. the sight of the dark serpentine ink combined with the silly frilly yellow apron makes you smile.

solomon sees your expression and strikes a ridiculous pose with both legs spead far apart and one hand poimting upwards like a disco dancer. a laugh bubbles out of you unrestrained and you feel the remaining tension of the day disspiate. the sound echoes happily as you push into the tiled room.

later, when you're showered and in cozy pyjamas with empty plates still sat around your tiny kitchen table, you ask why him why solomon had chosen today to surprise you with dinner. he looks a little bashful, ears reddening as he avoids eye contact to admit—

"i missed you."

The only sound within the dining hall was the clinking of silverware and Beel's chewing. Satan started poking Lucifer with his knife just to be annoying like usual but they seemed closer with a growth Belphegor had missed. Asmo leaned over and stole Lucifer's hand the moment it was available to do Lucifer's nails before Lucifer had go do things and Leviathan made a suggestion they be legend of Zelda themed since Lucifer wore gloves anyway. normally Lucifer would say something about table manners but he kept eating nor would Asmodeus and Leviathan have ever attempted to do such things at the dinner table, at least not before. Belphegor grit his teeth, why did everyone seem to move on without him? Why is everyone fine with Lucifer but not him? Why doesn't he get to grow and be forgiven? Belphegor clicked his tongue and glared at Lucifer, but Mammon was the one to glare back. Belphegor shivered, unsused to the angry glare of the usually chill second eldest. Belphegor considered going to sleep to avoid this but Mammon's gaze was too unsettling.

All eyes fell on Belphegor the moment he opened his mouth "What are you looking at Mammon?"

"what about you, Belphe? If you're gonna glare at least say somethin'."

"Why do you only act strange around me and not Lucifer, none of this would have happened if he didn't lock me in the attic."

"Yeah, that was pretty shitty, more that he didn't tell us than the actual locking you up part."

Belphegor stood, slamming his hands on the table with more energy than he'd shown than when he laughed over Mc's corose "You're siding with him? I was doing what was right!"

Mammon looked at Belphegor and felt rather hysteric "Right? RIGHT?! Belphegor you were going to kill us, if ya had even a slight understanding of Politics we wouldn't be in this mess."

Belphegor looked offended at the accusation he was killing his brothers and that he didn't understand politics in comparison to Mammon "Huh?"

Mammon's wings unfurled behind him as his horns made an appearance "Don't "huh" me Belphegor, I'm supposed to be the stupid one but yer behavior makes a good argument against that. did ya forget how the House of Lords treated us when we first got here? They would take advantage of the fact you have committed treason a second time to kill the rest of us, do you understand? We weren't gonna to be able to run away a second time Belphegor, we barely got out the first time."

"But Lucife-"

Mammon scoffed "Lucifer is a fucking idiot with a lack of communication skills, that's fine we all have shit we need to fix but we can't fix that if we are dead, do you understand me? We got damn lucky with Mc, we were damn lucky it was only Lilith in the war, and we are damn lucky yer stunts haven't killed us all. actually, not all, Lucifer. Lucifer would pull some fucky bullshit to pardon the rest of us while he dies but there's no chance he'd be able to get ya pardoned too, do you hear me? And even if the rest of us did get pardoned we'd have to move again anyway since Lucifer is the one thing standing 'tween us and the House of Lords."

"But-"

Mammon started to approach his little brother, no one intervened as Magic wasn't permeating the air proving Mammon's self-restraint "No buts Belphegor, ya don't got a good reason. None of us were put in danger by the exchange program, none of us were going to be executed like before until you decided to act over nothing, it was you who put us in danger again. Yes Lucifer is at fault for not telling us you were up there, but at least he was actually trying to keep us alive, it is unfortunate he wasn't able to extend that too Mc thanks to you."

"Mc forgave me."

Mammon laughed, Mammon laughed at the sheer stupidity of Belphegor "Belphe, I'm supposed to be the stupid one here, ya never apologised, even Lucifer said sorry and is tryin' to do better. Mc only "forgave" ya because they didn't want to disrupt anything further or, I don't know, not die again? Does murder ring a bell to you Belphegor?"

Belphegor looked down in shame "Yes brother."

"Don't call me that," the others flinched and Mammon backed off Belphegor "just don't, not until you've learned to act like a brother and I apologise for not being a role model for that. Lucifer would apologise too but he's only capable of doing that once a month."

Lucifer huffed in response but made no objection, although he probably would apologise later to show he could. Belphegor was too scared of his big brother standing over him to get the humour, not that Mammon intended for the joke to be for Belphegor when it was just to comfort the others a little while the witness a rare lecture from Mammon.

"Belphe, get yer shit together before ya do something stupid again, I don't wanna have to hold Mc's body a second time."

Mammon took a deep breath and started walking away. He knew his limits well enough to understand he'd only get more upset the more he stayed. None of the others really looked at Belphegor except Lucifer who seemed rather sad at Belphegor's state. Mammon stopped by the door and hit the wall next to it lightly so he'd have Belphegor's attention back.

"Apologise to Mc when they get back Belphe, for real this time. G'nite Belphegor."

• 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.

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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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Oh, but he wasn’t prepared for this.

For someone who has lived for millennia, who has witnessed countless things, who has forged pacts with demons beyond number, he never imagined he could feel weak and vulnerable around anyone.

Around you.

You were everything he loved about humanity. So brave, so bold. You placed beings who would outlive you threefold above yourself without hesitation. You were fragile, sensitive. You could live among demons, yes, but Solomon knew how scared you must be.

He needed to protect you.

You were so warm. So human.

Your voice and your smile were the cracks forming in his soul. You opened that long-forgotten reliquary where his heart had slept, and you treated it gently.

His heart began to beat again; trembling, fragile… human.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so lost, so unsure of what to do. You brought a spark back into his life, a thrill as though every moment beside you were an adventure.

Now, you’re everywhere. Every corner he turns, there’s some trace of you that fills his chest with that warmth only you can bring.

He wants to take you away from that house, spend more time with you. He doesn’t blame the brothers for wanting your attention; you’re magnificent. Everyone feels safe around you.

But please… look at him.

His heart beats in his hands, ready to be offered to you as his final act of humanity.

Please, take care of it.

You were cruel without knowing it. How could your laughter disarm him so easily? How could a single glance remind him of who he once was, before he became what he is now? Human.

He aches, with every part of his being, to stay by your side. To look into the depths of your eyes and lose himself in that spark he so deeply admires.

But you don’t know how soulless eternity can be. He doesn’t want to imagine a day without you, a day where he is the reason for your pain.

He’s afraid.

Afraid that he can’t protect you from time itself. He knows it won’t stop for you… or for him.

He doesn’t want to entangle his soul with something mortal. He doesn’t want to love knowing it will hurt, that he will lose you.

And yet, now that you’re in his arms, he refuses to let go. The warmth of your body, breathing, alive, makes him tremble, makes him forget every promise he ever made.

Let him kiss you. Let him trace your face with his hands, feel the softness of your hair. Let him memorize every moment of your existence.

[Diavolo]

Diavolo’s jealousy is a complex, terrifyingly calm thing. As the future king of the Devildom, he is used to having everything he desires. When he feels jealousy, it isn't an emotion he's familiar with, so he treats it as a problem to be solved, a kingdom to be conquered. He won't get angry or make a scene. Instead, he will watch from a distance, a serene smile on his face, his eyes betraying no hint of the storm within. His jealousy is a quiet, intellectual dissection of the threat. He'll gather information, analyze the situation, and then make a series of subtle moves to render the competition obsolete. He might give you a task that requires you to spend all of your time with him, or he might arrange a "meeting" that pulls you away from the person he's jealous of. The person who provoked the feeling won't even realize they've been outmaneuvered until it's too late. When he's alone with you, his demeanor changes. The king is gone, replaced by a man who simply wants to be chosen. He won't demand your attention; he'll simply take it, wrapping you in a warm, possessive embrace and reminding you in a quiet voice how much you mean to him, and how much he has to lose.

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You’re in the castle garden, helping Barbatos prune some rare celestial roses. He’s teaching you the delicate art of shaping the thorny vines, his movements precise and graceful. You’re so engrossed in his quiet wisdom that you don't notice Diavolo approaching until he’s right beside you. “Barbatos,” Diavolo says, his voice as smooth as silk. “I have a most intriguing matter to discuss with you. It seems the Royal Devildom Treasury has discovered a rather... curious discrepancy in its ancient records. I was hoping you could assist me in a thorough investigation. A matter of utmost importance, I assure you.” Barbatos pauses, his eyes meeting Diavolo’s. There’s a silent, knowing moment between them before he bows his head. “Of course, my Lord. At once.” He gives you a small, apologetic smile. “I suppose our lesson will have to wait, MC.” Diavolo gives Barbatos a warm smile, but his eyes never leave you. “Oh, I don’t think so. I believe MC is required for the investigation as well. After all, two minds are always better than one, wouldn’t you agree?” He takes your arm gently, his touch firm and guiding. “I’m afraid this might take a while. It’s a rather… complex matter.” He leads you away from the garden, his presence commanding and all-consuming. Once you are alone in his study, the serene mask falls away. He doesn’t speak of any treasury or discrepancy. He simply pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. His grip is firm, almost desperate. “I’m sorry, MC. It was the only way to get you to myself.” His voice is a low murmur. "I don’t like it when I have to share you. It’s… a feeling I’m not accustomed to. I just want to make sure you know that you are my most treasured possession.” He lifts your chin, and his gaze is intense, a silent question. “Promise me you won’t look at anyone else the way you look at me?”

[Barbatos]

Barbatos’s jealousy is an elegant, almost imperceptible force. As a demon of time and space, he sees all possibilities, and he knows that a future without you is one he cannot bear. His jealousy is a cold certainty, a knowledge that he must act to secure his place by your side. He won’t raise his voice or betray any anger. Instead, he will become impossibly accommodating, anticipating your every need before you even have to ask. His moves will be subtle, a gentle redirection that steers you away from the person he's jealous of. He might “conveniently” have an urgent task that requires your help, or he might simply appear at the exact moment you're having a conversation, his presence a silent barrier. His jealousy is not about competition; it's about eliminating any possibility of you leaving him. It’s the fear of a future where you don’t belong to him. He’ll make sure you’re taken care of, but his affection will be a possessive, all-encompassing thing, his touch a gentle reminder that he is the one who sees and knows all, and you are the one thing he cannot afford to lose.

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You’re in the castle kitchen, trying to learn a complicated Devildom recipe from Luke. He’s excitedly explaining the different types of flour, his small hands gesturing wildly. You’re laughing at his earnestness when Barbatos enters the room, a tray of delicate pastries in his hand. “My Lord requested I bring these for you and Luke to sample,” he says, his voice calm and polite. He places the tray on the counter, then looks at Luke with a serene expression. “Luke, would you be so kind as to fetch the special tea blend from the royal pantry? Lord Diavolo insists it's the only one that will properly complement these pastries.” Luke's eyes light up. “Wow! Special tea! Of course, I’ll get it!” He scurries off, disappearing into the pantry. Barbatos’s smile fades the moment Luke is gone. He turns to you, his gaze intense. “I apologize, MC. Luke is... a very passionate teacher. I simply wanted to ensure you had a moment to rest.” He takes your hand and gently pulls you away from the counter. “He tends to get a bit carried away.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a soft, intimate gesture. "You know, the master of the royal pantry also happens to be a wonderful conversationalist. It would be a shame for him to be lonely. I was hoping you could keep him company while I prepare the tea." He leads you out of the kitchen and toward the pantry, not allowing you to return to Luke. Once inside, he doesn't bring up the pastries or the tea. He just looks at you, his eyes a quiet abyss. “I do hope you're not bored with my company, MC,” he says softly. "I find your presence... quite calming. It would be a great disappointment to know that you preferred the company of a lesser being." It's not a question. It's a subtle declaration, a quiet warning.

Solomon

Solomon's jealousy is a calculated game. He's an expert at charming his way out of a tight spot, and he’ll use that skill to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He won't get angry; he'll get playful, his smile a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright. He’ll use his magic to "accidentally" trip up the person he's jealous of, or he'll subtly rearrange things to put you in his path. His jealousy is a challenge, a test to see if he can still win you over. He will use his words and his magic to remind you of how much fun you have with him, weaving illusions or casting playful spells just to get your attention. His jealousy is a profound fear of being outsmarted or outcharmed, a fear that someone else might find a way into your heart that he can't. He needs to know that you chose him not because of his tricks, but because you genuinely want to be with him. When he’s alone with you, the game ends. He’ll be completely honest and vulnerable, admitting his fears and his need for you in a way that is more powerful than any spell.

Scenario

You're in the Royal Devildom Academy courtyard, and you're chatting with Simeon. He’s showing you a new drawing he made of a celestial creature, and you’re praising his talent. Solomon appears from behind a pillar, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Simeon,” he says, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s lovely. But you know, I think it’s missing something.” With a flick of his wrist, a shower of glittering, shimmering dust falls from the sky, a mini-starfall that lands on your hair and clothes. “There! Now it has… magic.” He smiles, a little too widely. Simeon shakes his head, a fond exasperation on his face. “Solomon, you know I don’t like it when you use your magic to show off.” “Oh, was I showing off?” Solomon asks, feigning innocence. “I was just trying to show MC what real magic looks like. Much more impressive than a simple drawing, wouldn’t you agree, MC?” He winks at you. Before you can answer, he takes your hand, his touch warm and electric. “Come on. I was just about to show you a new spell I’ve been working on. It’s a bit... dangerous, but I trust you to keep my secret.” He pulls you away from Simeon, his grip firm. Once you’re in a secluded classroom, he casts a spell that makes the air shimmer, creating a series of intricate, glowing constellations on the walls. It’s a mesmerizing sight. He doesn’t speak. He just watches you, his expression unreadable. “What’s wrong, Solomon?” you ask softly. He sighs, and the magic fades. “I just… I get this feeling in my chest. When I see you with someone else. I start to wonder if they’re as good for you as I am. If they make you feel… happy. I know it’s foolish. I’m not a bad person, but I get jealous. I need you to tell me that I'm your chosen one. That you would choose me even without my magic." His eyes are wide and vulnerable, and you realize that beneath the layers of confidence and charm, he’s just a boy who is terrified of being left behind.

[Solomon]

Solomon's jealousy is a calculated game. He's an expert at charming his way out of a tight spot, and he’ll use that skill to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He won't get angry; he'll get playful, his smile a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright. He’ll use his magic to "accidentally" trip up the person he's jealous of, or he'll subtly rearrange things to put you in his path. His jealousy is a challenge, a test to see if he can still win you over. He will use his words and his magic to remind you of how much fun you have with him, weaving illusions or casting playful spells just to get your attention. His jealousy is a profound fear of being outsmarted or outcharmed, a fear that someone else might find a way into your heart that he can't. He needs to know that you chose him not because of his tricks, but because you genuinely want to be with him. When he’s alone with you, the game ends. He’ll be completely honest and vulnerable, admitting his fears and his need for you in a way that is more powerful than any spell.

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You're in the RAD's courtyard, chatting with Simeon. He’s showing you a new drawing he made of a celestial creature, and you’re praising his talent. Solomon appears from behind a pillar, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Simeon,” he says, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s lovely. But you know, I think it’s missing something.” With a flick of his wrist, a shower of glittering, shimmering dust falls from the sky, a mini-starfall that lands on your hair and clothes. “There! Now it has… magic.” He smiles, a little too widely. Simeon shakes his head, a fond exasperation on his face. “Solomon, you know I don’t like it when you use your magic to show off.” “Oh, was I showing off?” Solomon asks, feigning innocence. “I was just trying to show MC what real magic looks like. Much more impressive than a simple drawing, wouldn’t you agree, MC?” He winks at you. Before you can answer, he takes your hand, his touch warm and electric. “Come on. I was just about to show you a new spell I’ve been working on. It’s a bit... dangerous, but I trust you to keep my secret.” He pulls you away from Simeon, his grip firm. Once you’re in a secluded classroom, he casts a spell that makes the air shimmer, creating a series of intricate, glowing constellations on the walls. It’s a mesmerizing sight. He doesn’t speak. He just watches you, his expression unreadable. “What’s wrong, Solomon?” you ask softly. He sighs, and the magic fades. “I just… I get this feeling in my chest. When I see you with someone else. I start to wonder if they’re as good for you as I am. If they make you feel… happy. I know it’s foolish. I’m not a bad person, but I get jealous. I need you to tell me that I'm your chosen one. That you would choose me even without my magic." His eyes are wide and vulnerable, and you realize that beneath the layers of confidence and charm, he’s just a boy who is terrified of being left behind.

[Simeon]

Simeon's jealousy is a profound sense of sadness and disappointment. As a being of the Celestial Realm, he is taught to be selfless, but when it comes to you, his human heart aches with a longing he can’t ignore. He won't get angry; he will simply grow quiet, his usual sunny demeanor replaced with a somber stillness. He will retreat into himself, watching you from a distance, a quiet, mournful expression on his face. He’ll become more introspective, questioning his own worthiness and his place in your life. His jealousy is a quiet, spiritual battle against a very human emotion. He’s not angry at you or the person you’re with; he’s angry at himself for feeling something so contrary to his divine nature. When you finally confront him, he won't admit to being jealous. He'll simply say he's "reflecting" or "deep in thought." But his eyes will betray him, filled with a sadness that is both profound and utterly heartbreaking.

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You're at the school festival, and you’re with Luke. You’re helping him with his stall, laughing at his attempts to sell his homemade baked goods. Simeon walks past, a small, sad smile on his face. He gives you a quick wave but doesn’t stop. The rest of the day, you see him standing alone, watching from a distance, a pensive look on his face.

Later that evening, you find him sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, staring up at the night sky. The usual bright light that emanates from him is dim, and he seems shrouded in a quiet sadness.

“Simeon?” you ask, sitting down beside him. “Is everything alright? You’ve been so quiet all day.”

He shakes his head slightly. “I’m fine, MC. Just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

He sighs, a heavy, weary sound. “I was just… reflecting. On how quickly time passes here in the Devildom. And how… how fragile our time together is.” He looks at you, his eyes filled with a deep, profound sadness. “I see you with others, and I’m happy for you. I truly am. But there’s a part of me that… aches. It's a feeling I’m not supposed to have. I am an angel, and I should be above such petty, human emotions. But when I see you with Luke, I get this feeling in my chest, a feeling of... dread. A feeling that you might not need me anymore. That you'll find a new companion. It's a selfish thought, and I am ashamed of it.”

You reach out and take his hand. “Simeon, it’s not selfish. It’s human. And I want you to feel that. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. With you. You will always have a place with me. You are my angel. Always.”

He holds your hand tightly, and a small, genuine smile finally breaks through the sadness. “Thank you, MC,” he says softly. "For making me feel like an angel and a man all at once."