solomon always goes with mc to the sorcerers' society for their safety and his peace of mind. mainly because solomon knows that plenty of the members there wish to seek mc out for their personal gain, but also because mc's pulling power is insane and if anyone tries to flirt with his adorable apprentice when he's already up against several others for mc's affection he's just gonna blow the society's building up
I saw somewhere that a bunch of other sorcerers like MC but they didnt do anything because spooky Solomon, Luci wuci and Beel have been seen walking alongside them
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That sickeningly sweet smell of decadent flesh, carefully paired with a bright savory drizzle of cruor and barrage of soft tissue — all perfectly packaged into an impeccable main course near complete from being served atop a dinner table.
You were torture; Solomon could no longer resist.
His nails scratched the underside of his hardwood desk. Traces of luminous liquid splatter on the floor in spontaneous droplets, singing 'pitter-patter' as the pool casts a mirror-like shine with arrays of blazing candlelight illuminating the study. Speckles and shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere: on the floor, on the table, through cracks, and at the tips of his fingers.
The sorcerer pants, his head hanging low as he tries to catch his breath. What little remained of his beating heart and working lungs staggered nearer to stillness with every 'tick' of the grandfather clock.
It was a day he dreaded most.
With a simple nudge, the bright diamond-shaped vile had loosened from his necklace. His last hope oozed into a small puddle, rendering the potion useless.
Curses were muttered beneath shaky breaths. That vile was airtight for a reason.
"Drat," Solomon's voice cracked, with each gasp of air growing more frantic than the last.
His hand lifts itself up to tangle its fingers within platinum locks, feeling his hair grow thinner with each pulling stroke. Whisked in the air was the rancid stench of oxidized flesh. It tickled his nostrils, making him salivate—
No.
The heavens forbid he turns into the cadaver buried all those centuries ago.
Every twitch of his bright, gray eyes made his irises turn translucent. Every prick of blood trailing from the corner of his lips was accompanied by his severed breathing. Every single sign of life now lost at his fingertips.
You feel the wooden door close shut. It was only you and the human sorcerer. A fellow human, you thought.
"A fellow human," you hoped still.
You could only feel a shudder up your spine. Each subsequent 'tick' had left the other gnawing at the high black collar for his turtleneck.
You open your mouth to say something. Anything.
'Please don't let this be.
Please don't let him be like this.
This wasn't him.'
You tried to plead, but the words lodged themselves in your throat.
Because earlier, he wasn't like this. For one second he was his usual cunning self, entertaining your simple choice of visiting Purgatory Hall.
Not like this. The usual. The normal: his simple nod and open arms to gesture you to the living room, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as he offers you some of his cooking—that. Just that.
And yet, despite all the familiarity, you've noticed how his already light skin had gotten paler, almost gray and dry. How the bags under his eyes grew more prominent. How with every chance he took a stealing glance, his breath hitches; his eyes scanning you with an underlying intent that you couldn't quite put a finger to.
"Have you been sleeping?" You asked, placing the cup of a nauseating mixture of spices on the table.
Solomon raises a brow. "Hm?"
You simply cocked your head to the side, your brows hinting at the glaring dark circles on his face.
"Your eyes. You look dead as hell," you said.
"Ah," he followed with a soft chuckle. "It's from the spell research. This book was written in a much older language, which took a lot more time to translate—but, you need not to worry. I've already had my fair share of all-nighters. Shouldn't affect me much."
You hummed in discontent. That wasn't the answer you wanted.
"You always say that," you pouted, resting your chin on your hand, with your elbow supported by the plush blue armrest. "'Shouldn't affect me much,' when it's written all over your face. What are even you researching anyway?"
Solomon takes a sip.
"It's rather important," he says, before staring back at you with that lingering gaze once more.
It seems like you could never get a proper answer, only averting your eyes so as to not shiver from his blatant choice of action. Had it not been obvious? You think he wasn't able to catch himself this time. Sure you recalled the moments of his longing stare, but those were different. Those were momentary glimpses that he'd use to tease you when given the incentive.
These were different.
You also noticed how beneath the cuffs of his dark turtleneck was an ombre of muddled blues, with veins bulging at its underside. Before you were able to point it out, Solomon excuses himself, tugging his sleeve to cover the marks.
You blurted out, "where are you going?"
Solomon clears his throat, his expression, once blank and unassuming, quickly shifts to a reassuring smile. "Nothing, just something... urgent."
You see his face turn bitter seconds before he coughs into the palm of his hand.
"Hey, wait up—"
With a shake of his head, he wipes whatever residue remained, closing his eyes as he gives you one final look. Solomon spoke through gritted teeth.
"Stay here."
Before you were able to interject, the sorcerer strides off to his room.
You hear the 'tap' of leather shoes against tiles grow quicker, yet fainter, the further he goes away. You were left sitting there, on the couch, with two cups and a teapot. The echoed would soon muffle out to a deafening silence. Now, it was only you.
The warm atmosphere shifted to an unnerving heat, with chills adding up as the flames burning within the living room lamps started to fade.
Luke and Simeon didn't seem to be here, and Raphael had been called back to the Celestial Realm upon Michael's request.
You took one final scan across the room: shelves open and hanging, plants wilted and dying, lights beyond blinding, the room beyond empty.
You get up, immediately inspecting the armchair in search for any more clues. Squinting your eyes, you knelt down on one knee, finger tracing over the brown dried up residue, slashes and mists that have long since passed.
The liquid trailed off to the underside of one of the pillows. You hesitate for a moment, your peripheral view scanning for any peering eyes.
The coast was clear. You gently picked up the large cushion, angling along one of the many blazing lights to take a proper view of what you suspected was underneath.
It was a reflective fabric, with subtle hints of gold and opal.
You shrieked, causing the cushion to fly off and hit the light turquoise walls. On one end, there was a loosely hanging golden diamond that had caught abor mold.
Not just any fabric. An angel's.
The brash ring of shattered glass bounces along the walls, hitting your ear without warning. You flinched again, slowly turning your head towards the now dark, barren hallway; with a luminescent crimson glow beneath the doorframe.
The end of the cold marble hall where Solomon had walked.
That was moments ago, before you started wishing to have moved cowardly, escaping this haunted wasteland before luring yourself in a weathered cage.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Your eyes shut tight, your feet twisting and turning you to face back.
Within moments, if your timing is just right, you'd swiftly open the door by the handle and dash long those same cold, marble halls. It didn't matter how long the run would be. You had to leave.
One step, and his erratic suffocation stops.
The eerie tension palpable in the air got thicker, cutting through the fog and reforming with ease. Your lips quivered.
"What did you do to them?"
There was no response; instead, you were only greeted by the unburied silence.
Two steps, and you hear the floor creak.
It was subtle, though you feel the walls pull closer towards the both of you. With him. Whatever he was. Be damned, whatever monstrosity extinguished the light of humanity.
His motions felt precise and calculated, yet wild and uncontrolled. Your ears could pick up the soles of his shoes grazing against the floor, as if he’s dragging through a limping stance. It’s inconsistent, almost as if the little spark surviving in his core tries to reignite and rule over his carcass.
The tiny sounds stop, but continue again with every branch his conscience falls.
Solomon mumbled incoherent phrases, his voice slurred but retained his clear and concise diction. Like a fork to a plate, he prolongs the roll of the ‘r’s or ‘ch’ of ‘ts’ with no breath in between.
Three steps, and his hands found your body.
Solomon pulls himself closer, limbs dangling as his hands would only cling tightly onto any grasp of loose fabric. A gush of cold air hits your neck, with his revellent embrace sinking you into his ashen body. His lips graze over your lower neck down towards your shoulder.
Solomon lowered his gazing, taking a whiff of your intoxicatingly delectable scent. He shook his own head in delight, cocking up his head to whisper in your ear.
“Starlight…”
It was a bloodshot speech with a croak of each syllable, but something was different. Solomon chuckled—that all too bastardous sneer you came to know and admire. The shift in tone and pitch had his timbre stabilize, as if you could picture his coy smile atop the barren pale face whom ghosts your every whim.
“Moni..?” you asked, your voice nearly squeaks.
“Oh, starlight,” Solomon hummed, thumb gliding along your chin in expertise. “You shouldn’t see me like this. Gifted to live forever but, at what cost?”
He lifts your chin up, while his other hand pushes back locks of hair that guarded your neck.
Solomon sighed. “Keep your eyes away. I'll handle the rest....”
"B-but—"
"You shouldn't have seen this," he grunted, almost annoyed.
You gulped, yet obliged with his words. Eye remained shut, feeling him inch closer. “What are you doing...?”
Solomon shushes you, giving your neck one final kiss. It was like that for a few moments, gentle praises while the reek of a living corpse circulates your thoughts.
“Would you hate me if I did this?” Solomon asked. That question came when you feel the lining of his teeth press on your skin, digging deeper like a tease, yet horrific with how it pained even in the dullest touch.
Your demeanor faltered, your foot lifting to take the final step. “If you...?”
Burked by the absence of common ground, yet arguably, he’s human still. Only proven by a simple answer, after Solomon playfully nips at the tougher parts of your cartridge.
“We’ve dealt with other atrocities before," he coos. "It will all just be the same. For sure..."
A beat.
"Demons and angels... Tell me,"
You feel the sudden clash of his teeth tearing off your skin.
"What's the worse?"
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Accompanying Diavolo on his business trips is a blast. He provides you with entire wardrobes of tailor-made clothing. Every meal tastes like a feast of delicacies. Your accommodations are usually massive suites that have hot tubs, monogrammed bathrobes, and fresh fruit baskets with wine.
Diavolo even lets you pilfer all of the pillow mints and tiny shampoos. He calls it compensation for having to share a room with him, as all of the adjacent suites sell out fast. Or, so he says.
The only thing that bugs you is etiquette. You never quite know how to act in certain situations, or how to publicly bring something to the prince's attention when there's something important to say.
"Lord Diavolo," you say, hesitantly interrupting his discussion with a delegation of noble vampires.
"Yes? Why so formal? You are not one of my denizens," he reminds you. "You know you can drop the title."
You hesitate before you address him again. "Diavolo."
He appears delighted when he replies, "Yes?"
"It's not that I dislike it, but, uh... I'm worried for your public image if you keep patting me like this."
"Hm?"
With only one arm needed for firm handshakes, Diavolo's other hand naturally drifted to your head, where he kept giving you plenty of headpats.
You don't think the prince is conscious of it. It's a habit he forgets to shake when the two of you aren't alone, and a habit that makes your hair all messy. You look more like a pet than an official representative of the human world.
He laughs, the joyous sound echoing around the ballroom and causing heads to turn. "Oh my! You're right. You better go and find Barbatos. As much as I enjoy having you next to me, it will surely be a matter of time before I put my hands on you again."
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This post got deleted when I just started it (kill me) sorry for my unc status on my references I'm so far behind in seasons
Lucifer
Stands in the room but "definitely isn't watching"
"you know reality TV isn't real right??
Complains to change the channel but gives his opinion on all the outfits
Will ask when the next episode is and conveniently be in the room when it airs
Favorite drag queen: Rupaul
Mammon
"I love drag racing!! Wait.. where are the cars?"
Takes him a minute but he thinks the queens are funny
Becomes an AVID watcher and cheers like he's watching football during the lipsyncs
Favorite drag queen: Miss Vanji
Levi
Will watch if you make him (he makes you watch every anime its only fair)
His favorite parts are the runways and sewing challanges
Will tell you in detail what he would do for said challenge/runway in great detail (me too bro)
Favorite drag queen: kim chi
Satan
Same as Lucifer thinks all reality TV is fake
Is reading a book when he drops it when the queens start yelling at each other
Favorite part is untucked
Favorite drag queen: Aja
Asmo
RIDE OR DIE DAY ONE
Watches untucked and the recap shows after
Loves everything, the fashion, the drama, the comedy, everything
Wants to be on the show and has a snatch game character picked out
Favorite drag queen: raja
Beel
If you bribe him with snacks he will be there
But he genuinely gets emotional when the queens start talking about their backstory
And he laughs a lot during comedy challenges!
Favorite drag queen: trixie mattel
Belphie
At first he's there to make fun of the show but we know how that goesss
But when the queens start yelling? He's sat
"she shouldn't even be talking when those shoes don't match that dress" Bro what do you know about fashion?? (He's got the spirit)
Favorite drag queen: gottmik
In the end y'all would all be watching every episode like it's Friday night football and its all a good time (trust me I lived in a house of boys I know)
How do we feel about the queen's choice? I think lucifer would also love bianca del rio but let me know!!
"Lucifer dotes on you so much," Diavolo noted with a laugh. "It's actually making me a little jealous!"
"I do not," Lucifer rebutted. He sliced into a tender cut of steak with slightly more force than he had previously, just to drive home his point. The meat was overflowing with juices and the scent of herbs. It looked so soft, a knife wasn't even necessary. The thought of a single bite melting on your tongue made your mouth water.
"Lucifer, perhaps I could be of assistance? You should taste your meal before it gets cold," Barbatos offered. He had just replenished the wine in Diavolo's glass and ensured your cup was similarly topped up. Everything for dinner had been served. The butler was left with nothing to do.
"That won't be necessary. Here, I'm finished. You can enjoy now."
Lucifer turned the plate and passed it over to you. The fine porcelain made a soft thud as it landed on the tablecloth. Your whole steak was cut into perfect little bite-sized pieces.
Diavolo watched with amusement as Lucifer began cutting up his own steak into much larger bites. The corners of his lips were turned up as he chewed.
"Yeah, this doesn't count as doting at all," you commented. It got a chuckle from the palace duo.
Lucifer shot you a glare, warning you to stay quiet, that was in odd contrast to his actions. He had pulled your chair out before you sat down, and pushed you in after you took a seat. Short of actually feeding you himself, Lucifer was most definitely doting on you.
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All the brothers and Mc all have their own bathrooms connected to their rooms, but the some have to use the guest bathroom because Mammon broke his sink but insists he knows how to fix it (he fucks it up worse but won't let anyone else touch it to prove he is competent) Satan filled his with books, Beel keeps eating the skin and Belphegor turns their tub into a pillow fort.
Lucifer technically has a level of legal custody over his brothers allowing him to more easily cover for them as a legal guardian even if they are adults, he occasionally threatens to hand custody to Barbatos if he's been worked into the ground which happens at least once a week.
Asmo got mad Lucifer looked hot with a beard after Beel ate his shaving cream (it's not Beel's fault it looks like whipped cream).
Mammon's luck does rub off on his brothers the way it does to Mc. Satan won the lottery six times in a row and then fell down the stairs.
Beel is very good at looking upset when he gets pranked because then Mammon will but him a lot of food.
Lucifer has never kicked his brothers out of the house, but Leviathan will dramatically act like he was whenever Lucifer makes him touch grass.
Asmo cried over an ex in front of Levi and Leviathan's response was the most awkward hug ever and an offer to dox whoever it was.
Satan threatens to leave and take Mc with him at least twice a week, Mammon jumps him every time because Mc has been kidnapped enough and if anyone was gonna take them away it will be him.
Mammon lets Beel hug him as hard as he likes and hides how all his ribs are broken, all of them, Lucifer will heal him he always does.
Satan, reluctantly, brings Lucifer water when Lucifer is in his office.
Lucifer threw Belphegor through a window because Belphe asked if Diavolo could lay on his stomach normally, and then Mammon and Asmo got thrown for asking Lucifer how he got a big tiddy sugar daddy so they could get one.
Asmo has literal skeletons in his closet that the brothers ignore, except Leviathan who decided to name them all while the internet was out.
Belphegor puts his laundry in with Leviathan's and Lucifer's since they use the nice fabric softener, technically Asmo does too but Belphegor knows he's not getting anywhere near Asmo's clothes without permission.
Beelzebub and Belphegor like using magic to swap colours from time to time just to trip up Mammon, who starts saying both their names at once. Beelphegor? Belphebub?
