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MC has ADHD, and medicated or not, there's no adderal in the Devildom, so they have to deal with it on their own. Sometimes that doesn't go over too well since the denizens of the Devildom have no clue how to handle you sometimes.
Lucifer
Lucifer understands that sometimes you put things off and procrastinate, he can deal with your habit when it's not nearly as bad as some of his brothers.
but today you just will not do anything. you have chores and homework and school and you haven't done any of them today! he can't understand it and is trying to lecture you but you just groan and tell him you can't do anything even if you tried. you did try, but he has a hard time believing it.
Lucifer freezes when you drop a phrase he doesn't know though. he stops and asks you what 'executive dysfunction' is and he sits and listens as you explain.
why do you not always have it, he wonders. and you do, but some days it's worse than others. today you can't do anything other than really mindless things and it's why you can't seem to get anything done.
is this condition tied to something else? . . . ok now you have to explain ADHD to him because he's heard of it but hasn't bothered learning about it since it's not something relevant to him.
after you explain everything he wants to know, Lucifer has a sneaking suspicion that it might be more relevant to his life than he thought, you described a certain brother of his and some of his behaviors too well.
he's curious and wonders if there's anything in the devildom will help. you said it's a physical thing, so there must be a medication that helps, right?
Adderal? he'll look into that. Lucifer leaves you be after that and within two days you're doing your work properly again. he does his best but there doesn't seem to be any human safe alternative to adderal in the devildom. he'll get you some from the human realm (somehow)
Mammon
don't get him wrong, Mammon loves it when you guys go shopping! but what's the occasion, you tend to try to avoid going shopping with him!
impulse buying-wait weren't you lecturing him about that just a few days ago?! hypocrite!! Mammon's all pouty and defensive but you're just rolling your eyes.
there's a difference between constantly buying things just because and a random but uncommon impulse buy, and you only wanted to go to one store.
Mammon doesn't get it, you see something you want and you buy it, that's exactly what you're doing right now! Control nothing you owe him for lecturing him! buy him something!
no?! why are you laughing?!
you appease him by stopping at a cafe and getting him something while you sit down and explain why you suddenly had the strong rudge to stop at that store and buy something. you like that store and just really needed something you saw from it online, but you prefer shopping in person.
Mammon's confused when you get into something you have and he panics when you drop some weird name. like do you have a disease?! are you dying?!
no? so what is it? geez, don't scare him like that human! Mammon settles back and does his best to remember everything you say, and he gets really confused when he starts asking questions about ADHD and you start telling him about things he does.
Mammon asks you about it, mad that you're just making fun of him, but you just laugh and say that you were pretty sure he had ADHD too, and that he can ask you about anything he wants to know about it. it might be different since he's a demon, but you'll do your best.
you make him listen though, you threaten to use your pact to make him remember what you say, and he promises he won't forget (he wont, he always remembers things you say). once he does that, you make it very clear that knowing about his ADHD and stuff is NOT an excuse to use to get away with things.
It's mental, yes, and it's a real physical issue you have and he might have, but it's not a tool to just have at your disposal. you use it to explain things sometimes but he can't use ADHD as a scapegoat to get away with things. if he does you will rat him out to Lucifer for things he hides from his brother and that's a very scary threat. he won't be using it as an excuse any time soon, not just because of that but because you told him and he finally understands a lot more about parts of himself.
the first time he uses that knowledge and apologizes for not being able to do his homework to Lucifer, it catches his brother off guard, but it actually works. You end up explaining to Lucifer, who says he'll try to find something to help Mammon! he's really happy and shows it with lots of happy cuddles and little gifts for you that you helped him out like that.
Leviathan
Leviathan is angry- no furious! at you! how dare you!
you promised to be in his room right after school to play the new game he bought for you both! and he waited and waited because maybe you were running late or grabbing snacks or- or maybe you got abducted and you were hurting-
but no! it was none of that! 2 hours after school ended he finds out that you were having out with Mammon!!
Levi paces as he snaps and rages, demon form out, trying not to cry and very upset! you broke his trust, you blew him off and you didn't even care enough to tell him-!
he shuts up when you cover his mouth with your hand
and Levi's pissed! he's angry! he wants to stay angry dammit! so stop looking at him so upset-
you're so sorry you forgot, you tell him, you didn't mean to. you were so excited and even Diavolo can tell you that you were so excited but then as you were leaving school Lucifer needed you to run an errand.
And a big issue you struggle with is out of sight out of mind. Once you got that errand, it took the forefront of your mind and you ended up forgetting about your guys' play date gaming session.
Levi doesn't understand, how can you forget things that important that easily?! It makes no sense
Levi, bro, honey, you sweet demon, you need to remember that you've gotten the following important things: Lucifer's birthday, going out with Asmo, a study date with Satan
You literally hadn't showered in three days when Mammon reminded you 10 MINUTES BEFORE YOU HAD TO LEAVE FOR A PHOTO SHOOT NO ONE REMINDED YOU ABOUT. Not to mention the many OTHER examples of shit you've forgotten of varying importance.
Levi was laughing by the time you were done.
He still didn't get it, but he got enough that you can't really help it and will try to be accmodating- wait! So you just need reminded!
Yup, pretty much.
Levi is proud of himself for figuring out a solution! You just laugh, bit he loves your laugh and you guys get right to gaming once he pulls you into his room. He'll just make sure in the future you won't be able to forget!
Satan
Normally Satan loves reading with you, even if its just him reading and you're doing something else, its still the same to him and he tends to love it. but now annoyance is building and he really doesn't want to but fuck!
stop tapping your foot!
his snap makes you jolt and his annoyance dies quickly. Satan apologizes and you do too, saying you'll stop.
and its ok for a few minutes
then the aggravation comes back full force as you bounce your leg
why are you fucking fidgety?!
you jump at his snarl, power leaking from him
it visibly pisses you off and Satan almost regrets it, but its so damn annoying and distracting! why can't you sit still
you can't fucking helping it, ok?! you'd stop if you could but you're not aware of it! you're just trying to focus on your stupid homework so if you're that much of an annoyance you'll just leave!
Satan immediately regrets it, he can sense your anger and frustration and stops you from grabbing your things, forcing himself to be calm.
what's wrong? he's sorry snapping and bursting like that, but can you explain why your so fidgety if he promises to be better?
you sigh but nod, sitting down and explain that figeting is something you can't help. you had ADHD, its a lot of things, but its got 'attention' and 'hyperactive' in its name on purpose.
there are different types, of course, its not all or nothing, but fidgeting comes from the hyperactive part. a bit of fidgeting helps you focus and right now you're really struggling with this Devildom history exam you're trying to study for.
Satan feels guilty and mentally promises to research more into ADHD for you, but sits down and helps you study, setting his book aside and finds that your tapping and leg bouncing isn't as annoying now that he know why you do it.
Asmodeus
Asmodeus was beyond confused as he watched you grumble and mutter about being bored but did nothing to solve that. you just laid there on the couch doing nothing.
he went over to asked if you wanted to go shopping with him, thinking that it would be perfect since you loved to go shopping with him!
nope
how about you have a spa day?
mmmmnnnnoooooo?
ooookkk- so how about you watch deviltube?
you could, but you don't want to watch anything so it would just be for him.
with every suggestion and idea, you shut Asmo down and he's just getting more and more frustrated.
well are you just going to sit here staying bored or are you going to do something about it?! because he doesn't know what you want, do you want to be bored or something?!
you sigh and sit up, looking as frustrated as he feels.
you tell him to sit down and ask if he knows what ADHD is.
Asmo had a few lovers who had it but he really doesn't know anything about it other than a few things in passing.
he listens raptly as you explain that your mind works fast on the best of days and that theres a reason its common knowledge that its hard to get someone with ADHD to pay attention.
their brains move from one thing to another trying to find serotonin, so when you don't get it from something or it stops giving you that serotonin, you want to move on to something else.
but sometimes you just can't focus on anything and everything does the opposite of what you want. thus the seemingly incurable boredom.
Asmo cant even imagine what that's like, the idea of not being entertained by what he loves (such as makeup and shopping and partying) is unfathomable! yet here you are telling him that even your favorite things can be boring sometimes!
he's nearly in tears at the fact that this is just something you're used to! he swears to find something that you enjoy right then, and despite it taking actual ages, he figures it out and is incredibly happy and proud when he figures out how to solve your boredom!
Beelzebub
Beel's been watching you all day with increasing concern, even though hes also impressed?
its the weekend so you don't have RAD, but it started because you were late to breakfast because you'd been cleaning up your room and lost track of time.
then after breakfast when he got back from the gym and was going to shower after his post workout meal, he found you cleaning the common room of stuff that had been last there the night before from the group study session.
then he heard from his brothers that Lucifer was asleep because you kicked him out of his office so you could clean in there and reorganize his desk.
then Satan came to lunch to tell them you weren't hungry and you were in his room cleaning up his books and helping making room for all of them on his shelves.
that was when Beel got worried, because you had to be hungry after all that cleaning, right? Lucifer told him not to worry, not everyone was him, after all, so he tried not to. but in the next four hours he started to watch you more.
you made Levi take a walk and got all the trash out of his room, dusted and cleaned up his booked, manga, and figurines and stuff.
you and Mammon hung out in his room, which Beel thought was fine since Mammon takes good care of you, until he found out from their group chat that you'd enlisted his help to clean his room. including all of the trash (even from his cars), dirty clothes, his bed, all the things!
then it was getting close to dinner and he waited for you to show up. you didn't, so as soon as he finished he went to find you. you were in Asmo's room talking to him as you two were in his closet talking about purging stuff and making room by reorganizing?
Beel decided he'd come back later when you were done talking to ask if you were ok, but when he did Asmo was bagging things up and said you'd left for the kitchen.
Beel was thirlled, you had to have gone to eat! he was going to ask you what you wanted but froze outside and then in the door, watching you wash the dishes since Belphie had forgotten to.
hey, uh,-
he tries not to scare you, and you turn to him asking if he needs anything.
yeah, have you eaten anything today and just not eaten with them?
the question makes you pause, and you cringe a bit.
no, sorry, i was just so focused on cleaning suddenly that you forgot.
how-how do you forget to eat?
Beels horrified at the prospect.
you laugh, but its a bit guilt. you tell him to sit down and stop doing to dishes, saying you'll explain. you get a water bottle first and he can feel it as it hits your body because your entire body reacts. you hadn't had any water either?!
Beel watches as you down that water bottle and then a second without stopping before suddenly stopping and turning to the fridge, hunger radiating off of you.
that hunger wasn't there before! what happened?!
as you dig through the fridge you tell him that you have something called ADHD, you tell Beel about it and how its not quite a deficit of attention but bad regulation of it. what you'd been doing all day was proof of that, its called hyperfocus.
Beel can't understand how you can get so focused on anything that you forget to eat or drink or even sleep (he shivers knowing how Belphie would react to finding out that you hadn't slept last night either because you'd been cleaning your room and the attic), but apparently if happens to you all the time.
hes glad that you stopped to eat as soon as you got reminded to, and he promised to watch you and make sure it doesn't happen again because you did kind of scare him (that's not good for humans, he knows that much).
you can't promise that it wont happen again, and you appreciate it, it helps a lot to have someone remind you to do stuff like that.
in other news, how much food are you making because that's a him sized snack.
you just gave him a look. you havent eaten since dinner yesterday and its nearly midnight! also, THIS IS A BIG MEAL AND ITS A YOU SNACK! YOU DON'T GET TO JUDGE!
Beel just laughs happily and tries to get his own snack.
key word being tries, you're still under orders from Lucifer to stop him and he pouts about it, but you share your food so he's ok with that.
Belphegor
Ok, Belphie knew that when he was awake could be stupid, but he was sloth and when he got enough sleep and was wide awake, it was random as hell.
But you are just ridiculous
Fucking idiotic even
He knows damn well humans need more sleep than you're getting
So why don't you tell him why you're up at 1 am after telling Lucifer you were going to go to bed early.
You freeze at Belphie in the doorway to the common room, looking thoroughly unimpressed at you gaming later than even Levi's usually up before an in person school day.
Uuhhh, you can explain?
You better, Belphie snorts. He's the master of dreams, so he knows you haven't been having nightmares. So don't even try that excuse
No, you weren't going you, you promise. You just couldn't sleep.
He doesn't believe you
Then he gets this look on his face like shock that rapidly changes to disgust
Don't tell him you have ADHD
Now you blanch. How did he guess that?!
Belphie grumbles and plops down next to you. Demons of all kinds suffer from a lot of thensame shit humans do, so even if he hated humans, he knew a stupid amount of shit from them for his own demons. ADHD sleep cycles are bullshit and he hates them, but he knows how to handle them because there are sloth demons with ADHD that he's helped
So he takds a guess to prove it sinc enow you were the skeptical one. You were sleepy and tired but as soon as you got ready for bed or got into bed, you suddenly had a random burst of energy and could sleep. (He also mentions that you don't have insomnia, he knows how that feels all too well, so it can't be the 'can't sleep' thing in that sense.)
Does it piss him off?
Yes
Is he mad to realize you have it too?
Absolutely
Are you shocked when you two end up as each other pillows anyways five minutes later, your energy suddenly slipping away from under your skin.
Is he getting rid of your energy?
Sort of, Belphie answers. He's getting rid of the excess by eating the extra. It'll keeping him awake longer, but you'll make it up to him by letting him sleep with you that night.
And if you need the sleep bad but this happens again, he makes you promise to come to him before the sleep takes over you.
his hands trail up and down your calf mindlessly as a random movie plays in the background. he can tell you're actually paying attention to the screen, unlike him. he notices when your eyes droop, and you have to shift a little stay fully awake. he notices how you began to breathe deeper and how you snuggle just a little bit closer to him.
mammon's face flushes and he gulps. he can't ruin this, not when you look so cute curled up next to him, about to fall asleep on his shoulder. not any of his brothers, him. a wave of protectiveness washes over him as you doze off and he can't help but wrap his arms around you and hold you just a little tighter. he wants to preserve this moment as long as he possibly can. just the two of you.
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( thought of u while writing this. @labetalol <3 )
his fingertips traced around the smooth wood, holding back a sigh of shame, as he knew the act of carving wouldn't distract him from this feeling for too long. when had he started, anyway? what time was it? the moon's light shined through his windows, as it always did — perks of being in the devildom, he supposed — but what did the moon get for showing off her brightness?
adoration, i guess, solomon thought.
what does she do with it? all the comments of awe from the mortals below her, all the imprints of a child's excitedly glistening eyes, the aching remarks that echoed, “i wish i were the moon,” and “i wonder what she thinks about,” where, solomon thought, does she put all of that?
a sudden breeze made its way through the curtains, reminding solomon that he's got to close the windows at some point, unless he wants to sleep with an unwelcome chill tonight. the cloth, moving freely in the wind, seemed to whisper to him: she puts it in her heart. it is an aura, you know. it makes her shine brighter.
solomon always knew that he loved you.
and here he was, in front of you, starstruck and, for once, completely and utterly unsure of what to say. he found it incredibly easy to talk with you until this very moment. before, his words would come out so easily; sliding off of his tongue like it was fate, like long before he was brought into the world, it was written: he would speak to you, eventually, and when he did, it would be thick and sweet like honey in tea; melting, becoming one with the other.
the moon is surrounded by stars — as you are surrounded by all 7 brothers — each feeding into your light, giving you the adoration you deserve, making you all the more unreachable, turning you into something almost.. bigger than him; a piece of a constellation he could never fit into, the beauty that guides a milky way, just — something incomprehensible. intangible.
he gets lost in your eyes the same way he loses track of time while basking in the moon's kisses. he aches for your touch the same way he wishes to be as high as the moon, to feel her against his hands. he prays for the day you'll cry out his name the same way he waits on the very night the moon decides to sing her song.
solomon always knew that he loved you.
and until the time comes — when he can feel your kisses, feel your touch, and hear your song —
he will keep admiring you from afar, wishing — wanting — hoping — that someday, the moon will see him the same way he sees her.
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MC: *clears throat* it has come to my attention that I may have been...a bit too passionate while courting you these past few months, to the point where I have become blinded by our many differences.
Lucifer, continuing to read over his bills: is that right?
MC: indeed. It seems that in my efforts to wile you I have slowly yet surely lost sight of myself. Most days, I can no longer recognize the person I once was: young, beautiful, exceptionally witty.
Lucifer: why do I have several invoices for Cats and Pats Monthly? *rolls eyes* As if I even need to ask.
MC: and so, it is with a heavy heart that I must...keep my distance from you. Nay, to merely be in your pressence now feels me with great despair...and longing.
Lucifer: should really consider having my card reissued.
MC: *sniffles* and yet, despite your indifference, I pray that one day we both look upon this memory not with bitterness or regret, yet...with forgiveness.
Lucifer: ...
MC: ...
Lucifer: are you finished?
MC: yes. Yes I do believe I am.
Lucifer: *smiles* excellent. Oh, and you all are still banned from The Fall.
Mammon, bursting through the door to Lucifer's study: dammit, you said that would work!
Lucifer: you attempt to manipulate me with subpar theatrics and that's your conclusion?
MC: I know what I said! *cries* oh, spiteful son of morning, why do you torture us so?
MC: *gasps* subpar?
Asmodeus, falling to the floor dramatically: Lucifer how could you! The Fall is literally my territory! Who knows what will happen if I'm not there to oversee it? There will be anarchy! Carnage! Overpriced martinis!
MC, grabbing Asmodeus by the shoulders: don't you dare say that! They would never!
Mammon: oof. Though they did raise the price on their mini hellfire devil wings.
MC: *gasps* it's begun!
Asmodeus: this is unrulable, I say! The judge is biased! We demand a retrial!
Lucifer: *sighs* you have two minutes.
Asmodeus, brushing themselves off: ooh, ooh, me first! *clears throat* ok, so first off, I just want to say that I had no idea things would go as crazy as they did. I mean, all I did was simply inform a few demons worthy of my time an evening of consensual, carnal pleasure in the VIP room. How was I suppose to know they would all try to cram in at once? I simply wasn't prepared.
MC: ...
Mammon: ...
Mammon: ...bit of a low hanging fruit, don't ya think?
MC: you're right. We're both better than that.
Lucifer: alright then. MC, I suppose you have more than a few words for yourself?
MC: you know me so well, my dear. So, as you all know, never have I been one to turn down a good, sexy romp.
Mammon: hm. That right, huh?
Lucifer: why, I never would've known.
Asmodeus: and I love you for it, sweetie.
MC: as I was saying--thank you, Asmo--that night, I was feeling a bit...overwhelmed and decided not to engage. However, there was one particular demon who insisted to have what he cannot have.
Mammon: oh man, that fight was insane! I don't think I ever saw ya--
MC: --Mammon, you're interupting my scene.
Mammon: oh yeah, sorry.
MC: anyway, it was then that I simply enacted what my species considers an inate physiological response towards a potentially threatening event. Unfortunately, for that particular demon, my flight or fight instincts are a bit...fighty, especially after 10 shots of Hennessey.
Asmodeus: you should've seen them, Lucifer! They were like a little hurricane with hands!
Lucifer: while I'm thankful you're unharmed and adept at self-defense, your little spat costed 40,000 Grimm worth of damages. Speaking of which, Mammon, care to elaborate on the 80,000 Grimm tab that was made in my name?
Mammon: w-well I mean, of course we all needed refreshments afterward, so...we informed the bartender that the Avatar of Pride would gladly pay for all expenses incurred. Which was both the responsible and mature thing to do, seeing as I would've definitely ran--I mean, would never leave an establishment without payin' proper.
MC: so in summary, my dear, clearly you can see that...well, obviously there's...when you really look at it we're all--
Lucifer: --guilty?
MC: ...
Lucifer: ...
MC: ...is such an ugly word.
Lucifer: enough. Neither one of you are to step foot inside that establishment again unless I deem it so. And if I even hear that you've gone against my word I will string you all by the ankles and hang you up from the highest pillar of the Demon Lord's Castle until the end of time.
MC: ha! Jokes on you guys. I'll be long dead by then.
Mammon: that's what you're focusin' on?
Lucifer: now get out.
Everyone: but Lucifer~~~
Lucifer: out!
*everyone running out of the room*
MC, poking their head back in: by the way, has anyone ever told you how hot you are when you're...
Lucifer: *glares menacingly*
MC: okgotitbye.
Lucifer: *rubs his forehead* start an exchange program, he said. It will change your life, he said.
***This is a prompt I've had in my drafts LITERALLY since I created this blog (aka a year and a half ago). I changed the angle to better suit my spooky month needs, and I am so so excited! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do! As per usual with my darker stuff, PLEASE exercise self care before, during, and after reading this fic. KNOW YOUR LIMITS. READ THE TAGS. Please read safely. Love you -B***
Summary: Something has MC shaken to their very core. The brothers can see it, but they don't know how to help.
CW: Paranoia, Mentions of past abusive relationships, very brief implied suicide (of a background character), thoughts of murder,
Since your arrival to the Devildom you were a constant to the brothers.
You were a support system that they could rely on at any moment. You were a friend — family. You had introduced love and light back into their lives and showed them that they could be good.
Now, after two years of being down below, they had come to depend on the security that you offered in the warmth of kindness.
But all good things come to an end.
Upon later reflection, none of them could pinpoint the exact moment when you had begun changing. It had been subtle, fast, and all too easy for them to brush aside as their human having a bad day.
When establishing a timeline for the trial, Beelzebub would testify as the first of his brothers to notice something was off.
Two months before the incident, Beel had gone to the gym for his typical workout. But as soon as he entered the room, the steady sound of fists against a punching bag echoed through the otherwise empty, concrete chamber.
With a frown, he wandered closer to the noise when he spotted you. Your fists were bare and knuckles were bruised, sweat dripping down your face with gritted teeth as you pounded into the punching bag with a dazed, yet fearful, look in your eyes.
"MC?" Beel called out, concern pooling in his gut as he watched the skin stretched around your taut knuckles begin to split. "MC!"
An infuriated shout filled the air as you swung your leg around and kicked it harshly against the bag before stumbling away from it.
You leaned against your knees, panting heavily, as Beel looked at you with wide eyes.
"MC," he tried again as you wiped the back of your hand across your forehead, staining your skin with blood.
"Yeah?" You panted, wincing as you looked down at your trembling hands.
Beel pressed his lips into a thin line, watching as crimson began to drip down your fingers, and your legs threatened to give out beneath you.
He sighed and moved over to you, offering out his arm. "Come here," he mumbled softly. "You need to take proper care of yourself before you begin a workout like that. Wrap your fists. Stretch."
He led you over to a wooden bench sitting nearby and pulled a small bag out from his gym duffle bag. He quietly grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and looked at you warily. "Just um ... this might sting."
You hissed through your teeth as he poured the clear liquid over your poor hands. It was strange to see you standing so quietly as he bandaged your injuries. There was a stiffness to your shoulders and a furrow to your brow that he didn't quite understand, but he didn't like it.
"Is everything alright?" He forwardly asked. "I mean, I don't usually see you down here and ... you look upset."
You looked down at your hands, silently clenching and unclenching your newly-dressed fingers. "I'm alright," you muttered distantly. "Just needed to let off some steam."
It pained Beel as you continued fiddling with your fingers and avoiding his eyes, but he didn't push. He reached forward and squeezed your shoulder. "If you want to start working out with me, or get into your own routine, I can help you out if you'd like."
You paused before nodding your head. "That'd be nice," you smiled gently at him. "Thanks."
He grinned, letting his hand drop to his side as he began to put back his medical supplies. "No problem. What is it that you're wanting to work on, anyways?"
A glint of something so grimly intense and horrifically unfamiliar flickered through your eyes. "Kickboxing and weight training," you flashed him a strangely sharp grin and goosebumps formed on the back of his neck. "Have to be able to defend myself, you know?"
Beelzebub couldn't help but frown at the words. He took a step closer to you. "You ... You know that we'll protect you. Right? You're safe with us, MC."
Something in his words caused you to shudder as you glanced down at your hands. "But not all the time," you mumbled in reply. Before Beel had a chance to question you, you shook your head and began to leave the room. "I'll meet you back here tomorrow. See ya."
And that was that. Only it wasn't.
You were jumpier, more an edge than normal. If the brothers tried asking about it, you should brush them off and insist that you were fine.
Belphie wasn't so sure.
Only two days after the gym incident, Belphegor had begun to find you walking around the house late into the night. There didn't seem to be any specific intent or purpose to your midnight brigades — just senseless drifting from room to room.
The one night he hadn't found you walking around, he came across a different problem entirely.
Your shrill scream pierced the air, and Belphie ran faster than he had thought was possible.
He burst into the room, panting, to find you wrestling with your blankets, screams and shouts continuing to pour from your lips and your eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Belphie cursed under his breath and rushed over to you. "MC! MC! Calm down. You're having a nightmare," he grabbed onto your shoulder, but quickly reeled back as your screams and thrashing only grew. "Shit," he breathed as panic flooded his heart. He felt sweat line his palms as he gently placed a hand over his pact mark on the back of his neck and felt it grow warm. The demon squeezed his eyes shut, channeling his energies of sloth through the symbol. "MC. Wake up"
Your eyes snapped open as a terrified gasp was ripped from your lungs and shot out of your bed. "Stop it!" You shouted in sleep-riddled-hysteria before you finally began to recognize your surroundings.
Your shoulders hunched as you curled in on yourself and ran a hand through your hair.
Belphegor swallowed thickly before ever-so-slowly approaching you. "MC are you-"
"Get out," you choked.
Belphie's heart clenched in his chest. "W-What?"
"Just-" a sob slipped from you as your grip tightened on your hair. "I need to be alone. Please. Just get out!"
The demon shakily nodded, beginning to take steps backward toward the door. "If ... If that's what you wish. I'll be in my room if you want to talk."
You responded with a barely noticeable nod.
Belphegor waited outside your room for several minutes. He had expected to hear cries, or whimpers, or even screams.
But all he got was silence.
A week of more sleepless nights and forcing Belphegor out of your room later, you had confronted Mammon.
The white-haired demon stood in the corner of your room with a deep frown as you began drilling a strange contraption to your window. "And what exactly is this meant to do again?"
"It'll make sure that no one can sneak in through the window," you mumbled, fiddling with the device a little more. "Not only will it lock it, but it's also sounded with an alarm that will go off if anyone manages to break the lock."
Mammon pursed his lips in thought. "But you're on the third floor?"
You scoffed, as though his argument was completely invalid. "As a demon with wings, you should know it's not impossible for someone to get up here," you stuck your head out the window and glanced down. "Even then, there's ivy all up this wall. ... Hey, can I have your help removing that after we finish this?"
Mammon narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he felt his heart sink at the slight tremble in your voice. "Oi. What's all this about? Is someone threatenin' ya or somethin'? Do I need to give someone a beat down?"
"NO!" Mammon flinched back as you practically screamed in his face. You both stared at each other for a moment with wide, frightened eyes.
You winced as you quickly took a step back. "I-I mean no. I'm just-" you groaned and glanced back over at the device. "It's nothing. I can do this on my own. You can go back to what ever you were doing."
Mammon clicked his tongue and stubbornly sat down on your bed. "Like hell I am! You've been actin' all weird lately and you've got circles under your eyes darker than Lucifer's! What's wrong?"
You glared at the demon before silently turning back and continuing to fiddle with the device. After a single minute of silence, Mammon let out a loud groan. "Come oooooon! You can't just give me the silent treatment and expect me to drop this!"
He didn't get an answer in response.
With a heavy sigh he finally got back to his feet. "You don't want to talk? Fine. But this isn't done. We will be talking about this later."
That conversation never did happen, and after everything that went down, Mammon regretted that more than anything else.
With all the things that had been happening at that time, it was a shock to everyone when you eventually approached Leviathan and asked if he wanted to go to an arcade.
The question shocked and flustered the demon (mostly because it sounded an AWFUL lot like a date, and he wasn't sure if he should dress up or just go normally) but he agreed none the less.
It's how he found himself standing slightly behind you with his jaw dropped as you took out zombie after zombie with a plastic arcade rifle and a cold, ruthless glaze to your eyes.
"Fucking hell," Leviathan swore as your name appeared at the top of the scoring chart. "How the hell are you this good at shooter games?!"
You flushed as you glanced down at the toy gun in your hands. "I don't know. Just ... did it."
Leviathan laughed as a slew of tickets came pouring out of the machine. "Well you're a freaking natural! Damn MC! You could seriously take someone out with that aim!"
You tensed at the comment, your eyes freezing on him with an intensity he had only ever seen in the ghosts haunting the Devildom. "You really think so?"
He chuckled and slipped a couple more coins into the machine. "Don't take my word for it. Go again."
And you did. Again, and again, and again. With each round your gaze grew less cold and more determined. Each round your score only grew more and more.
Eventually, Leviathan dragged you away from it (and no, it was not because he was jealous of the stupid game getting all your attention) to play something more multiplayer like Dance Dance Ruri Tunes, but you weren't there. Not mentally anyways.
Your mind was somewhere else along with the delighted grin on your face.
Satan recognized exactly what expression Leviathan was talking about when he described it in court.
Levi had used the word "distant," but Satan preferred the word "crazed."
It was one that he was no stranger to. He had seen it a number of times on himself whenever his brothers got shots of him setting up his pranks against Lucifer.
He had never expected to see it on you. Especially not when you were simply reading in the library.
He personally had gone in to do some reading on insomnia remedies for humans to help you with the nighttime issues that Belphegor said you'd been having, when he spotted you.
You were sitting at the table, smiling to yourself as you drank a cup of tea, scribbled down some notes, and read from your book.
In normal circumstances, there would be nothing wrong with the situation. If anything, Satan would've encouraged it and joined you to bask silently in each other's company.
But you were reading Demon Abilities and Weaknesses.
A book that he knew was not on your RAD curriculum. A book that he never expected you to have an interest in.
He tilted his head as he stalked over and quietly sat down beside you. You spared him a glance and nodded at him, before continuing your studies.
"Curious book?" He questioned gesturing to the text. You hummed thoughtfully. "Any particular reason for reading it?"
You scribbled down a couple more things before looking at him. "Like you said. It's a curious book," you leaned forward. "Did you know that despite what common human lore says, Holy water doesn't actually kill a demon? It just temporarily paralyzes it," you chuckled and shook your head as you looked fondly back down at the book in your hands. "It's fascinating what humans have gotten so so wrong about you guys."
Satan nodded in agreement and leaned forward onto his elbows. "Yes. Humans have remarkable imaginations and quite an interest in wrongly interpreting us."
You hummed in thought as you starred at the book in front of you. "Do people ever end up here by accident?"
Satan blinked at the question, his mind momentarily stalled by its suddenness. "Diavolo tries to avoid it, but I imagine it does happen from time to time."
"What about those who are purposefully brought here? The ones who were t-terrible awful people in their real lives?"
Your heavy stare was now fixed directly onto him and was unwavering. Satan felt chills run down his spine at the sheer desperation in your voice.
He would later testify that, in this moment, he wrongly thought he had figured out what had been bothering you.
"You aren't damned, MC," tears lined your eyes at his answer as he placed a hand over your trembling grasp. "When your time comes, I think you'll be one of the unique few who get a choice on where you go. Regardless, you'll be okay. We'll make sure of it."
You silently shook your head, and Satan took it as a sign to pull you into his arms and hold you. For the first time in a month, you broke down and began sobbing. The demon said nothing as your ugly, loud cries shook your frame and your tears soaked through his jacket. He just held you, allowed you to embrace your vulnerability.
Eventually you sniffled, and pulled away looking at the book once more. "Satan," you mumbled hoarsly. "There are bad people down here."
He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Yes. It is Hell. But those insufferable twits are meant for nothing more than be slaughtered and put in their place over and over again. Rest assured that you aren't one of them. You're safe here."
Your lips pulled into a thin line as you scooped up the book and put it in your bag. "Thanks Satan. You've given me a lot to think about," you didn't say another word before taking your leave, leaving the demon alone and concerned.
Asmodeus had heard about your meeting with Satan from the demon himself and knew that he just had to do something to cheer you up. Clearly, the best way to do that was a shopping.
Still, he was surprised when you agreed so easily.
The strawberry blond happily thumbed through a clothing rack beside you. "See?" He chirped excitedly. "Isn't this just what the doctor ordered? A nice relaxing day out with your favourite and handsomest of pact holders!"
You made a small noise of agreement as you pulled a black turtleneck from the rack and stretched the fabric a little.
Asmo cooed as he perched himself onto your shoulder. "Oh! Very chic. It'll be good for layering in these dreadful temperatures," he warily watched as you added the shirt to your growing pile of black fabric. "Though, might I recommend a little more colour, darling? You'd look radiant in a deep magenta."
You snorted and poked his cheek. "You're just saying that because pink is your designated colour."
The demon giggled and kissed your cheek in return. "So what if I am? It's hardly my fault that I have the best colour of all."
You shook your head in amusement. "Well thank you for the recommendation, but I'm aiming for a different look."
He picked up the black cargo pants you had deposited into your basket. "Ah. Is this an upcoming emo or punk phase? I suppose it makes sense."
You raised an eyebrow at the demon. "What do you mean?"
Asmodeus carefully threaded his next words together at the edge in your tone. "I just mean you seem to be doing a lot of reflection lately. Which isn't always bad, but ... You've been really quiet and distant. I miss being able to go out and just chit chat like old times with you."
You went silent as you fiddled with a pair of gloves you'd found. "I ... I've had some bad memories resurface lately. It's affecting me more than I thought. But don't worry," you smiled softly at the demon, oblivious of the nervous glint in your eyes, "I'm taking care of it."
The demon hummed and nuzzled against you. "So long as you're happy. I miss that wonderful smile of yours," he finally unlatched himself from you as he dragged you toward the cash register. "Now come on. I want to pamper you with some proper skin care products. You seem like you could use it."
You chuckled, squeezing lightly onto the demon's hand. "Okay, okay. But only if we can stop at the general store. I need to pick up a few things."
During all of this, Lucifer was taking notes.
Every interaction reported to him, every oddity that he noticed, he wrote it all down. He didn't know then just how helpful his notes would be — he only knew that something was wrong with you and he was determined to figure out what.
The night before the incident, his concern reached a climax.
He just returned from a tediously long meeting at Diavolo's castle and went to his office to complete his notes and paperwork regarding said meeting.
But when he got there, he wasn't alone.
You hadn't heard him enter. You couldn't have — Not with the way you were muttering to yourself as you dug through the chest behind his desk.
He cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his heavily beathing heart.
Your yelp echoed through the office as you whipped around.
"I don't believe this is your room, nor do I think you can find your bed in my private belongings.
You gulped and nodded. "Right. Yes. S-Sorry. I-I'll go."
He sighed as you tried to scurry past him and planted a heavy hand on your shoulder. Conflicting guilt coursed through him as you scrambled back from his touch. "MC. Sit down," he instructed.
He glided across the room, taking his place behind his desk, but you remained frozen. "I-I'd prefer to stand, th-thank you."
Lucifer's headache pulsed as he narrowed his eyes at you. "I've been informed that you've displayed some worrisome habits. You haven't been sleeping. You've been overworking yourself to the point of injury at the gym. You're questioning your place and security in the Devildom," your eyes darted to your hands as he called you out. "Why?"
You were tense, practically a rock with how rigid and stiff you were. But, both he and you knew that you would not be leaving without an answer.
"I can't tell you," you reluctantly replied.
"Can't or won't?" he countered.
You shook your head as your arms moved to wrap around yourself. "A mix of both, I-I guess."
Lucifer nodded and wished, not for the first time, that he possessed the ability to read your mind. "Asmodeus mentioned you've had some harmful memories resurface lately. Does that have something to do with it?"
"It has everything to do with it," you choked as your fingers dug into your flesh. Lucifer allowed himself to hope that maybe you would finally reveal the truth that he'd been chasing. "I thought it was over. It should have been over. I survived. I didn't have to be afraid anymore. But I was wrong. It'll never end."
Lucifer's heart clenched. He longed to comfort you, to hold you and personally reassure your safety, but he needed to remain firm. It would do him no good to soften his resolve just to lose grip on the cause of all of this.
"What will never end? What has you so afraid?"
You squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head. "I c-can't. I can't tell you. Please."
He hated how weak towards your pleas he had become. "Fine," he relented. "Then why were you here? What were you trying to take that you felt you couldn't ask for?"
Your eyes shifted to the chest behind him. "I ..." your jaw clenched and unclenched with unspoken confessions.
"You're not in trouble. I'm not angry. I'm confused. What were you looking for?"
You swallowed thickly as your eyes darted everywhere but at the demon in front of you. "The Morning Star Blade."
His eyes widened and lips parted as he felt time halt. "MC," he breathed. "Do you know the properties of that weapon?"
"I do," you whispered surely.
"Then you know how dangerous it is. It has the capabilities of permanently erasing the existence of any creature it is embedded into."
"I know," you whimpered this time as tears lined your eyes. "I-I just. ... I need it. I'm so so scared, but with that blade nothing could harm me and-"
Lucifer didn't let you say another word before he wrapped you in his embrace. For once, he felt himself tremble with vulnerability as he held you tightly against himself. "I don't know what it is that has made you so distressed you would act so extremely, but I assure you there's no need. You're not alone, MC. My brothers and I will protect you and defend you until our dying breath. You have our seals on your skin to prove it," he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away. He walked back over to his desk and pulled a small white bottle from the top drawer. "This is Holy Water. Blessed by Simeon himself. If you know about the dagger, I imagine you know what this can do," he held the bottle out to you. "Take it. Let provide to you the remaining comfort that I cannot provide."
You stared at the water as though it held the key to all your problems. With shaking hands, you grabbed it and carefully brought it to your chest. "Thank you," you breathed.
Lucifer nodded. "You're welcome. Come. We'll get you some tea to help calm you before you go to bed."
And that had been it. Lucifer was convinced the issue was resolved and that in a few days time you would come to them, newly rested, and explain everything.
He had been so very wrong.
The following day, at 3 a.m. the brothers had all been suddenly pulled from their sleep and summoned to a place none of them had recognized in the freezing pouring rain.
"Fuck!" Mammon shouted as he bellyflopped onto the ground. "For fuck's sake! What the hell is goin'-" he froze as his eyes fell to the figure standing in the darkness. "MC?"
There you stood, drenched, clothed in the black wardrobe you had bought with Asmodeus. A bottle of Holy Water was clenched tightly in one hand as a dagger quivered in the other. Your bottom lip trembled as horror and uncertainty battled in your eyes.
Those very same eyes fixed onto the brothers as you held out the weapons. "Take them. Quick. J-Just get them away from me."
Lucifer frowned deeply at the sight of the familiar bottle. "MC. What is this abou-"
"JUST TAKE THEM!" You screamed as sobs threatened to break through your voice. "Before I- ... He's down here and I was going to-"
Belphegor moved first, snatching the weapons from you just as you collapsed onto the ground.
Asmodeus quickly scooped you off of the cold wet earth. You were speaking words, but they were too jumbled and distraught for any of them to understand.
Beel quickly ripped off the sweater he hand been sleeping in and wrapped you in it. "It's alright MC," he soothed. "You're safe. No one's going to hurt you."
"It's not me being hurt I'm worried about," you cried. "It's me hurting him! Don't you get it?! I was going to kill him!"
A jolt ran through the brothers at the sheer idea of you even considering murder. Asmodeus held you tighter to his chest.
The dots began to connect in Satan's head, but he still had too may questions. "Kill who?" he pressed softly.
"M-My ex," you choked as you gripped desperately onto Asmodeus's silk pajamas. "I saw him. He's down here. He was j-j-just walking around when we went to the museum t-two months ago. As though n-nothing ever happened a-and I couldn't-" tears poured heavily down your cheeks. "I couldn't stand it. I-I'm not safe. Not with him here. Wh-What if he knows I'm with you and- and- and-"
Asmodeus gently soothed you before you could throw yourself further into your hysteria.
Belphegor felt a familiar coldness drip down his spine as he looked down at the dagger in his hand. "And this ex ... He hurt you?"
You shivered as you nodded. "He ... It was just verbal at first. Insults. Names. Jealousy. B-But then he started to lash out. One night, he went too far. The p-paramedics said I should've been dead. He must have thought so too, cause they found his dead body beside my unconscious one."
"Gods and Devils," Leviathan breathed. "No wonder he ended up down here. He fucking deserves it and worse!"
Your lip trembled as Asmodeus carefully took your clenching hands into his own and gently caressed them. "I didn't feel safe knowing he was here, that he could come find me any moment. A-And the only solution I could think of was- was to-"
"-Was to take his life before he could take yours," Lucifer finished.
"Shit," Mammon swore, moving over to Asmodeus's side. "Is this what you've been stressing out about lately?"
You took in a shaky breath as you nodded. "I was so torn. I didn't want to drop to his level. I didn't want to be evil like him. B-But I-I didn't know what else I could do!"
"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Satan spoke through gritted teeth. "We are going to bring the issue to Diavolo. Demons like him are supposed to be in a certain place in the Devildom. Sentenced to eternal punishment. Not flaunting about."
Lucifer hummed in agreement. "We'll take him to trial, and make sure he never tastes freedom again."
You couldn't help but cry at the words. A trial. Justice. Something you had never been given in human world.
The brothers said nothing. They merely gathered around and held you, whispering reassurances and promises.
They kept you under close watch for a while, never leaving you alone or allowing you to fester in your dark memories for too long. When the trial came, they stood by your said for every second of it and defended your name with all the ire of Hell.
You watched as the being who ruined your life was found guilty. You watched as he was dragged down to the pits of the Devildom.
You cried, and mourned, and grieved.
But you didn't do it alone.
*** OOF that was a big one. Thank you all so much for reading this. Happy Spooky Month, and remember to take care of yourselves. I love you all so much and thank you for the never ending support you all give me. Cheers -B***
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Redesigning Satan yet again (plz ignore bad anatomy, it wasn't my focus and people always roast me in the comments lol)
I wanted to give him less of a childish appearance as in my last redesign.
The second image are some thumbs for an illustration imagining 'what if Satan found a way to break the spell that prevented them from going to the attic?' He doesn't know what he's gonna find.
If Lucifer told them not to go there, I'm pretty sure Satan would do everything possible to disobey out of spite.
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