🏍🐕

Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently. "GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.

Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybe— if he was truly lucky— a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!

Mammon stood up a little taller.

"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenly—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

—it started flying. The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.

The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.

The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.

MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, when—

*SMACK*

A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.

Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.

MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.

𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓:

There is some mockery. I mean, a lot. Most of it is playful, and he stops in the moment he sees you're not amused or even hurt by it.

“So, ya need Great Mammon's help to get cereal from the shelf? Ask nicely, and I'll consider it!”

In the end he gets you what you need, so you won't get offended by him acting like that. He tries to be good when he knows your day is worse than normally, and he would like to have your mood improved.

But when you two are in a playful state, he's able to tease you a lot, even by taking away your things and holding them above his head so you cannot reach, no matter how high you jump or climb.

Pets you on the head a lot while calling you shortie.

Won't admit it, but always when he sees you, he thinks that you're cute, even if you're grumpy.

He's not happy with anyone making fun of you.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓:

Height is just a small part of a human. But you… you're perfect size or all adorable cosplays! Ruri-chan is also short! And small is adorable too!

He won't mock you about your height but sometimes he gets a few shortie jokes running around. He also sends you memes with “the short friend”.

In reality he is still being controlled by you and your smile, blushing and being awkward in sweet moments between you two.

He's… taller than you… but you're the one in control. That's how it works?!

He doesn't want anyone to make fun of you, and he thinks he would stand up for you if needed.

No matter what he would do, you have him wrapped around your finger. Even if he complains a little, he'll still come to help you with anything.

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓:

He's a little more casual about the things with your height. Who cares? All that matters is that you're here, and you're yourself. Nothing matters more than that.

If that's how you look, it's also fine.

Well, you are cute… he needs to admit. Looking at the difference between you two makes him think about it even more.

When in mood, he would tease you. But all of that is only to play around, never to make you feel bad.

Even if that's flirting a bit, he wants to make you blush a bit. (Ends up blushing too, and being happy with how it turned out) When you reach up for something, he would take it and give it to you, or take your hand, making you turn around to him. That's what he calls playing.

On a daily basis, when you need him, he just comes and helps you. When he passes by and you need help, he can casually reach up, give it to you and go away to do what he was doing.

𝕬𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘:

He's the first one to call you cute even if you even appeared in their house. Since that moment you're his cutie, adorable little human. He is not making fun of you! And he dares anyone to laugh at you… they have to be right! What is even funny here? You're so adorable like that! A small little human who lives their life in giant Devildom.

You could think that him calling you like that would be mockery, but he genuinely thinks that all.

Small is cute and pretty too!

And if you're shorter, you can always have taller ones do work for you.

He's not the only one who complains he can't reach something. Now he got you, and he'll show you how it is to have taller people to help you!

𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇:

From the whole family he's actually the only one who would not tease you about your height.

Sure, he sees that you're really short, especially compared to him. But that's how it is, and why would he mock you about it? It's your body, so it doesn't matter how tall you are.

He needs to be honest, he finds you just cute… you're just here, looking up to meet his eyes. He can lift you without any effort and it'll be fine. (He would lift you even if you wasn't short)

He doesn't like that someone can bully you because of something so trivial. If your friends or closer ones are doing it and you agree, then it's fine. It can be playful. But when it starts to be unpleasant, he would like everyone to stop because they will hurt you.

He's your personal ladder if you need something. If any of his brothers can't do it, and you can't reach even with a chair or stool, he'll be here to help.

There are few things in the house of Lamentation that are placed really high, so even demons need to stand on something, but when you need it, he's happy to lift you up. It'll be safer than you trying to get up so high yourself.

He liked carrying you around on his back or shoulders. Or holding you whenever you are. When you need some physical touch he's the best one - allowing you to sit in his lap, having a literal throne made of a demon.

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗:

Your bully no.1 who always teases you that you're short. He laughs when he sees you next to Beel, because it's looking hilarious. He doesn't have to worry about him being shorter when you are this tiny.

You would need to get used to the fact that he sometimes is childish, making fun of your height or instead of helping you reach something, he takes pictures.

Although he doesn't mind you're short, he states it from the beginning that you're so small that he cannot ignore it.

As much as he likes to make you mad with his teasing and pranks, he gets angry as someone else tries to bully you too. No one asked them for their opinion, and no one had any right to do so.

But it has some advantages. He can just put his chin on your head and nuzzle you whenever he wants.

You're pocket sized for almost every activity. You took less place in bed or on the sofa, so you two sleep comfortably without worrying that any of you will fall off.

Imagine him filling the house with the traps and one fly right above your head and he goes “Crap, it missed. I forgot that YOU'RE SO SHORT”

༺✧A/N: I sometimes wish I was smaller...

╰⪼𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞.❞

✦ He's already constantly trying to find you and spoil you. But here? He's about three times worse.

✦ He splurges on your whims, but only if you let him kiss you.

✦ If you want to go somewhere, he'll drop class the moment you ask. Especially if you ask to go on a casino date.

✦ Also does not bite you, not often at least. When he does, it's more gentle nibbles that leave no mark longer than a few hours.

✦ If he can, he likes buying VIP rooms for the sake of having you alone and away from his brothers. It's here in these moments where he clings the most.

✦ It's mostly in private, but kisses, kisses, kisses! He has a bit of a fixation with kissing you.

✦ He isn't as angry when you don't wear his gifts, mostly because he gets you so many. But when you wear something gifted from someone else, he feels threatened.

✦ A threatened Mammon is a clingy Mammon. Her wraps himself around you more tightly and might just whine until you replace the other persons gift with one of his own. He'll even buy the same thing just to replace it with his touch.

✦ When confronted with his act, Mammon is defensive. He calls you silly and blames you for being narrow minded.

✦ But that's okay! He'll teach you all about being more open!

╰⪼𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞

✦ He's quite a bit more physical with his behavior. He likes to have his hands on you at all times, even when it's just the two of you reading in the library.

✦ He insists on buying you at least one gift every week. Something, even if a small trinket.

✦ If you like cats, he's more than willing to get one or two, just for you.

✦ Also enjoys the way you flush when he kisses you in public. He can be a biter, but not usually.

✦ He loves when you sit on his lap. Yes, he will be extra clingy and demand you do it more often.

✦ The more comfortable he gets, the more often he demands things from you. He begs for kisses, whines when you don't sit close enough, and gets angry when you avoid him.

✦ It's even worse when you don't show appreciation for the gifts he brings you. He goes out of his way to find ones you'd like, so he expects you to be grateful.

✦ I wouldn't say he would noncon (unless he's a Yandere, but that's different), but he's definitely hitting that dubcon territory. He's really handsy when you let him get close.

✦ On the bright side, a firm enough "no" will get him to back off.

╰⪼𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.❞

✦ He's really, really trying.

✦ Quality time, cozy game sessions, gifts, gentle voice. And he's desperately holding in his jealousy.

✦ You're just... so sweet. You let him hold you, play with your hands, ramble for hours about his interests. He doesn't understand you, and he loves it.

✦ He doesn't buy you many gifts compared to the others, but he makes you food when you game with him.

✦ He's... surprisingly good at making meals.

✦ Every bit of attention you give him, he doubles in his head and returns double of that. You're a normie, sure, but he can't help himself from loving you.

✦ Literally 70% of his brain is jealousy, and every moment you're away, he slowly starts to crave your return.

✦ He tracks your phone, and messages you frequently. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this is how most of his offers for you to come to his room happen.

✦ One time he had an idea about kissing you. He immediately thought of how stupid that idea was, until he saw how you interact with his brothers. Being the jealous type, it was your next gaming session, when you finally beat the boss you'd been struggling on, when he kissed you for the first time.

✦ After that, he started kissing you every time you came over and every time you left, at a minimum.

✦ When he starts learning things you like better, he starts gifting more.

✦ Every bit of praise goes to his head, which often finds your shoulder to rest on.

✦ He also really likes your name. Every compliment you give is followed my him whining you name and dragging you onto his lap. You're too good for him, honestly.

✦ If you call him out on his behavior, which does slowly get worse over time, he panics and tries to distract you. When that fails, he just kicks you from his room until he can figure out how to face you again.

╰⪼𝑨𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒔 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭.❞

✦ Literally will not leave you alone. He's clingy, he whines, and he bites. He also constantly says how much he loves you.

✦ It's always faint marks, but they last significantly longer than what Mammon would leave, like a day or two longer.

✦ He really wants you in his bed, less to sleep with you and more to keep track of you. He loves you, okay? How many times does he have to say it?

✦ He doesn't even have a full understanding of the idea, he just knows he doesn't want you anywhere he can't be.

✦ Asmodeus isn't exactly aggressive, but he is pushy. He'll give you a gift, and pout when you don't give him a kiss as thank you. Don't you like the choker he got you? It looks amazing on you, so why haven't you thanked him yet?

✦ Heavily believes in actions speaking louder than words, so he barely believes you when you say thank you like a normal person would. How does he know you like it if you aren't thanking him properly?

✦ Also texts you a lot. He wants you, and he won't say he doesn't.

✦ Does he act too submissive for you? Is that why you're so cold? He doesn't get it, but he will.

✦ When you tell him you're uncomfortable, he gets hurt and asks why.

✦ Probably the only one who would straight-up lie about his behavior being a Devildom custom.

✦ Once he understands your silly human boundaries, he's doing everything to get you over them. More cuddles, less bites, more kisses, better gifts.

✦ He doesn't even care if he fucks you or not. He just wants you to be his, really.

╰⪼𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒛𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒃 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭.❞

✦ He bites the most, which shouldn't a surprise. He kinda wants to eat you. Do with that what you will.

✦ Beelzebub has an oral fixation, you can't change my mind. His biggest forms of affection is nibbling on you and sharing good food.

✦ He also really likes when you join his workouts.

✦ He's very affectionate, less pervy than some of the others. If you ignore the constant want to have his mouth on you.

✦ It's less about a demon eating a human and more of a man wanting to devour his sweet little lover. Oh, wait, you don't see him as a lover?

✦ No big deal, he just won't say "I love you". Not until you do, of course.

✦ Beel has massive hands, so sometimes he touches the wrong place when holding you. He swears it's an accident. You get it, right? Of course you do.

✦ Possibly the most perverted thing he ever really does is when he's licking food off of you. You're such a messy eater, and he can't let good food go to waste.

✦ If you were to make a pact with him, that would change things quite a bit.

✦ He takes that as an "I love you" from you, and now he does this all shit more intentionally.

✦ But now it can happen in public.

✦ He likes the way people look at the two of you when he's eating from the palm of your hand, usually at his request. And he adores even more when you let him lay on top of you after a long day.

✦ You don't mind if he leaves a hickey on your shoulder, right?

╰⪼𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞.❞

✦ He doesn't not care. But he's too tired all the time to do much of anything. You will, however, come to him anyway. He calls you, often. Begging you like a little voice in the back of your head.

✦ He knows how you live with the brothers, he knows how you feel about them. He wants that. He wants it for himself.

✦ Belphie doesn't bring you gifts, but when you leave, its always with something of his. A pillow, a hoodie, anything that smells like him. You, in return, have to leave something for him.

✦ I saw a mini comic on Pinterest where MC is poking him, and he lifts his head and starts growling. So, yeah, he does that. Usually as a stim when he can't fully pass out. Something to keep him occupied.

✦ When he found out it intimidated you, he made use of small threats to keep you close. Always with a little growl until you agreed.

✦ He does kiss you, and quite often. Though his affection isn't as intensely romantic as the others, it is no less clear.

✦ Much like Beelzebub, he doesn't start saying "I love you" until after a pact is made with him. But by then, he's started getting way worse than simple threats and constant nagging for you to come to him.

✦ The only one I see an in-character noncon for is Belphie, but its not like... fully non? It's more dubcon. He "asks" if he can put you to sleep, and when you foolishly agree, he gets more handsy than he would with you awake.

✦ It would only get to the noncon point if you let him do it enough times.

✦ Belphie is a lazy person, but not a lazy lover. He does it in his own way, which isn't always the right way. He loves you, really, but you make it so hard for him to trust you.

✦ If you confront him soon enough before he gets to the noncon point, he feels so guilty it's not even funny. Give him an edge, please.

✦ When you ask if it's like, a Devildom custom, or something like that, he's desperately nodding along while crying against your chest. He didn't mean to be a creep, really!

✦ If you forgive him, he doesn't really change. He's just more careful and slows down. He just can't help the way he is, okay?

✦ Don't worry, he would never intentionally hurt you. That would be unforgivable if he did.

✦ Also, you should really wear his clothes more often.

─☆: .☽ . :☆─

Thank you for reading!

The problem wasn't you- Diavolo no, it could never be you. It was his dreams.

He would call them nightmares if he had more dignity, but when it came to you, his mind simply melted. Almost every night nowadays featured Satan waking up in a sweat, blood pumping and pajama pants tented like his dick was trying to fly away. The dreams came in a variety, but one factor stayed the same throughout them all.

Satan loved getting smothered in your body- your scent- anything his mind could conjure up in the middle of the night.

It started innocent enough; getting lost in your lips, his face held firmly by your hands. maybe you would let him trail kisses down your neck while you kept him close, maybe he'd be allowed to bite and mark wherever he see fit. and then it would devolve.

Sometimes you would appear fully dressed, as you did all those times you fell on him. But clothes never stopped his imagination. The memory of your weight, your smell, the feeling of your thighs around his body was more than enough to influence his deepest desires.

Satan might never admit it, but most nights, he dreams of suffocating between your legs.

--

Air refuses to reach his lungs, his hands are useless where they instinctively claw at your thighs, and Satan couldn't be happier.

"Really?" Your voice echos through his head, laced with disgust. "Out of all the brothers, I expected that at least you would have an ounce of dignity."

Satan let out a half-assed growl beneath you. Your thighs framed his head, leaving it barely visible beneath your crotch. The heat of his breath collected into a moist splotch against the seem of your boxers, making it stick obscenely to your sex, and keeping Satan from his first trip to heaven.

"phhm- hnn" He groaned through a mouthful of fabric, nose flaring as he sucked in the smell like an addict. The sore ache in his jaw meant nothing, so long as you kept letting him suckle on your flesh kept just millimeters away through thin boxers. He had to have more. Until the taste was burned onto his tongue and he'd be smelling you for weeks. His greed for it might even rival Mammon..

Every grind of your hips sent another wave of heat through his body that rolled violently into his length, which would jerk against the tight confines of his trousers. Spit and tears painted a pretty picture across his face, further wetting the entire experience and- and his cock was so fucking hard he might die. It was like some kind of eternal damnation that he couldn't escape.

Satan could cum just like this. The lack of air making his head dizzy and mind blank. He'd be thankful for it, so so thankful that you'd grace his degenerate fantasy with a climax. Pre was already soaking through his pjs and if he could just get the right angle- just a little more friction-

"And then what? You'll cum?"

That voice of yours, dripping with poisonous affection, is all it takes to tip him over the edge.

Satan finishes with a long drawn out whine, hips writhing pitifully on the ground and tail snapping side to side as he rides through the waves of his orgasm.

Then his eyes blink open and he's met with reality again.

Humping his own bed with his face shoved in a pillow.. really doesn't scream "Satan", does it? But he doesn't care. Doesn't even mind having to lazily crawl out of bed and change his newly slick pajama pants out for clean ones.

Until the day comes that he can man up and just, at the very least, suggest the idea of getting intimate with you.. he'll settle for this. And hopefully you find yourself a bit more clumsy around him.

He won't mind the bruises.

---

Most of the locations here are safe to visit, but they have their own rules to be followed, which you will find in the programme overleaf we have provided. The Mausoleum is not to be visited alone. It is a place that is hostile to humans, and the animals there are not tame. Keeping in mind the previous point, do not look into the eyes of the snake at the entrance for more than a minute. You may find yourself to be in a place you were not earlier.

Do not go into Siren Beach. Leviathan has released Lotan into the sea, and the sirens are craving human prey. If you must visit a beach to get your dose of vitamin D that is necessary for you, you may ask Lord Diavolo for the Sun's rays to shine upon you briefly. The warmth of it feels like forgiveness

Create pacts at your own discretion. Your soul is irresistible to demons, and you may be tempted into acquiring power, but remember where you are and where mortals end up once they die. The gates of the Celestial Realm may close in on you, and whom does your soul belong to you now?

Your shadow may seem like it is shifting, or has too many hands or legs for a human. Ignore it, as it is only your psyche adapting to the Devildom. Nothing more, nothing less.

If your preconscious tells you that something is wrong, it probably is. Ask the brothers for help, and let them handle the situation. Be quiet and thankful. Humans are adept at sensing danger, it seems.

The House of Lamentation holds many secrets. It is for your own safety that you do not roam about into forbidden rooms. There may be red paint spilled in rooms or claw marks indented into stone, it is only the felines which Satan likes to care for. The red is one of the many spilled cans of paint, pay it no heed.

Your chest may feel heavy in the Underground Tomb, if you find yourself there. It is a sacred place, hence it is imperative that you pay your respects to the girl etched on the stone. She was the catalyst for history to deem worthy to be remembered.

Do not misplace your D.D.D. It has been enchanted with spells, but you never know who might be snooping. Intruders are not be treated kindly, right?

If you hear heavy footsteps anywhere in the Tomb, or barking, call for Lucifer in its presence. It will know and obey him.

It is sacrosanct to attend annual events in the Devildom, like the Night Lantern Parade, and the birthday of our Prince. Pay your respects and ignore what you dislike. Do not ask the Prince why his claws have grown sharper, or why it is your second year here when you were supposed to be home

Beware of Solomon. Yes, he has been here before, and he is human. But the sheep that survive amongst demons do not remain the same.

Do not lie in the Devildom. No matter where you are, honesty is a virtue. Plus, we have ways to find out if you are lying. The consequences may not be pleasant.

Take care to not sneak out and get lost. If you find yourself in the lower layers of the Devildom, please hide immediately and call for the brothers. Do not talk to the creature that asks you for conversation, because you will be grateful that you did not when it rises on two legs and sheds its skin.

Do not attempt to make contact with a figure sleeping on the slab of gold. You may be drawn to it, but resist and leave. You were not supposed to witness this, and you do not want to attract the wrath of others.

Repent for your sins in front of the angels if you desire to. They are His envoys, and you may find it benefitting you. But do not anger the older angel, and take care to not offend the younger one. Do not confess your sins to demons, watch out for broken halos and leering smiles.

If you find yourself having memories of places or events when they have not occurred before, ignore it. Your sense of time is simply warped. Ignore the phantom pains in your neck, or the dread that fills you when you see the attic.

Remember that the seventh brother is in the human world, not in the Devildom. Ignore any voices, they are only mimics. Do not go where the eldest denies you entry.

Look into the mirror everyday and observe your reflection. Remind yourself that humans have two hands and two legs and two eyes. Angels have halos, demons do not. Halo means angel broken halo means fallen and oh god there are so many eyes angels do not look like that

He was desperately trying to do something, call their phone or search the house along with his brothers, but they weren't there.

With the search party his brother had organised, he devoted himself to looking for them, but the determination fizzled out when he desperately tried to touch the pact mark, to feel anything of MC's, their heartbeat, their soul, but he was met with silence.

Mammon almost attacked Barbatos when he confirmed they weren't coming back...their soul was wiped out from existence...

He refused to believe it. But he had to, eventually, when he was forced to.

He was MC's first man, for hell's sake! He was supposed to protect them!

Mammon threw himself into his sin, with even more ferocity, but even the witches pitied him, claiming one whose soul is gone can't be brought back.

He nearly killed the witches in disbelief, only when he was dragged back to the house by Lucifer did he collapse on the steps, crying as he begged MC to come back.

Some of MC's possessions are with him now, which he guards with his life. They're the only reminder Mammon has left of them, and he'll protect it.

LEVIATHAN

There's nothing he can do expect wring his hands and hide away in his despair.

He was frozen, tongue-tied as he looked on in shock. Only when he was reminded of his position did he spring into action. His soldiers were summoned, and they ventured into the Devildom waters. If MC was found, they were to be brought back and the kidnappers brought: dead or alive.

But it soon became clear they weren't coming back, when he had ventured into the deepest depths of the sea, and in a desperate attempt, tried to use their pact. But he was met with dangerous silence, just like the ocean.

When even a Prince and an angel couldn't find MC, how could he? He refused to accept they weren't existing anymore, and for a long time the Devildom waters were dangerous to be in, for anyone who's ventured in was drowned by the waves.

He retired to his room, defeated and tired. Levi was in a haze for days, refusing to accept their death. Only when he tried to call them on their D.D.D., and he didn't hear their voice, only then did he fully take in the fact they were gone.

For a long while, he couldn't even sleep, trying to ignore reality by diving into his virtual world, but on seeing MC's controller, the screen shattered.

Everything in his room reminded him of them. The pillow they liked to sleep with, the game progress Levi had saved with them, photos of him and MC cosplaying...

The only sound from his room is the music from his video games, and if one looks closer they can see the dark circles under Levi's eyes and his grumpiness. He refuses to accept reality, choosing to dive into the fictional world.

SATAN

He did not take MC's dissapearance very well. By 'very well' he was fuming as he tried to control the immediate anger that came. He was stuck in that haze for a long time, cursing himself and his brothers for not watching over MC.

Only when he was harshly reprimanded did he spring into action, putting his knowledge and skills into action. Satan pulled out a map of the Devildom, marking all the places where MC could be and lead the party in searching for clues, and with the aid of his connections.

But when all his brothers eventually began to fall down one by one, he had to too....The search was leading to nowhere, and for the first time his knowledge failed him.

Despair set in when Satan tried to feel the pact power, but he felt nothing on MC's side. They were gone, blipped out of existence, not even a fragment remaining.

He turned to the sorcerer, but even he couldn't say anything. It all led to anger, as Satan destroyed half of the house, with claw marks and torn fabric in every corner.

His room suffered the same fate. Countless books were torn when they couldn't bring MC back. Eventually, the anger turned to sorrow as he wept in his room.

It's almost like what he was before. Wrathful, lashing out in an instance. Satan's far too gone now to come back...whatever's left of them in this world, he'll protect it.

All the feelings and scenery he knew with MC are gone now, dead, buried with them. And they can't come back, nor can MC, nor can the last bit of humanity in him.

ASMODEUS

He was in a frenzy when he found out MC was missing. Trying to call them, searching the House, all in vain.

With his connections, he tried to look for them, but they weren't found. Not by him or his brothers efforts. On a stormy night, he eventually mustered the strength to try and use the pact, but when he was met with silence, he broke sobbing.

The power was so intense that Solomon rushed to see where his friend was. Asmodeus was begging the mage to find out where MC was, but the look of despair on his own face said everything....

For days, all he did was weep, until his appearance was one of red eyes and dried tears on his cheeks. The House was silent, save for the occasional destruction by Satan.

Eventually, he tried to pull himself together, making meals with Beelzebub and ensuring that his brothers sit down and eat something, even if they rushed out storming.

His glamour is gone, replaced by a broken demon. Asmodeus doesn't go out, he can't, and most of his time is spent clearing up the mess created in the House and trying to comfort his brothers.

He's mustering up the strength because that is what MC would have done, and wanted. Their room lies undisturbed, not a speck of dirt, with a spell to ensure it never decays, and that the leaves of the tree remain fresh as ever.

BEELZEBUB

They..MC...they won't, they can't...he can't let this happen again...he can't.

When he found out they were missing, he stormed outside, in his search for MC he desperately tried to look for them. He can't lose them too, he lost Lilith already.

Only when he tried to use their pact, did he finally realize it. They were gone. Not even a fragment of their soul remaining. Beel screamed as he fell down, sobbing and defeated, failed to protect his family.

The pain alerted Belphegor, who rushed to where his twin was, and his face also made Belphegor realize the one thing he was refusing to: MC was gone.

Both grieved in their pain, just as they had after the Fall. Belphegor slept most of the time, and Beel, apart from eating carefully preserved all their belongings.

A memorial was made for MC, and Beel spent most of his time there. A part of him hoped for a sign, an assurance that MC watched over them like Lilith did, but it was the same part that died when he remembered that their soul was gone.

He and Asmodeus cooked together, and he tried to ensure Belphegor ate to maintain his health, and he and Asmo sent the trays to their brothers rooms.

One time in the night, his hands instinctively reached for the bag of chips MC liked, and Beelzebub had to quieten his sobs as he retreated, finding comfort in Belphegor who hugged him tight as they both wept.

BELPHEGOR

All his sleepiness dissapeared when he found out MC was missing, as Belphegor immediately sprang into action. He's observant, and together with Satan they searched spots where MC could have been.

But no matter how much he looked, searched, threated, killed, MC was nowhere to be found. The brothers gave up their search one by one, and at last Belphegor was the only one standing.

He nearly threated Diavolo, if not for Beel stopping him.

Why were his brothers giving up? Didn't MC mean anything to them? Countless thoughts ran in his mind until he tried to reach them through the pact, and felt nothing. Empty, harsh silence.

That was all it took for him to kneel and give up. He felt Beel's pain, and the look in his eyes must have been one of despair because then they both were sobbing.

He refused to talk, choosing to sleep his pain away. Only thing was the pain still tormented him. Sometimes he dreamt of Lilith, and sometimes MC. Those nights were the worst.

A part of him dissapeared with MC, and sometimes when he was awake he would slink to their memorial, where Beel would often find him asleep.

The attic becomes the place Belphegor sleeps the most in now, away from pitying glances and his brothers.

DIAVOLO

He was helpless, despite his power and influence. MC just dissapeared, and now they weren't being able to be found.

The Devildom is dangerous, and Diavolo did his best to ensure that it would be safe. But it seems there were cracks in his ship, because the water seeped through.

Lucifer had organised his brothers into a search party, as Diavolo supervised. Barbatos was looking through different realities, every possibility or decision that yielded this outcome.

But the search was futile, and Barbatos bowed to his Lord as he confessed there was nothing he could do. MC's soul was gone, dissapeared from existence.

Diavolo has seen structures fall, empires crumble and blood be shed. Death didn't effect him much. But it does now. His shoulders feel heavy and there's a weight on his heart he can't describe.

It's his helplessness, he can't even do anything, revive them or give them another life, because their soul is gone, just like their physical body.

A memorial was made in honour of MC, with the best luxurious and materials royalty could provide. They had a special place in everyone's heart, and so will they in the palace and the House of Lamentation.

Diavolo visits on nights when he simply can't get MC out of his mind, telling them about a new human game or tradition he discovered, about how the brothers are faring, ignoring the trembling of his own voice.

BARBATOS

The one demon who could control time and choose realities, now helpless against fate. Fate that he once couldn't avoid, and now MC couldn't.

The brothers tore through the Devildom as Diavolo supervised, while he himself tore into timelines, searched through realities where this couldn't have happened.

But no matter what choices were made the outcome was same. Eventually, he had to wrung his hands and admit defeat.

The desperation in Lucifer's eyes was a mirror of his own: despondent.

Lord Diavolo had a memorial made for MC in the castle, and one was at the House of Lamentation. A room hidden by a spell, visible to those who cherished them.

He took special care in dusting each item, treating it with fragility and as if it were sacred, which it was. There was no body to bury, no soul for judgement, only their physical possessions.

Barbatos pretends not to see the Prince wander into MC's memorial late at night, because he does so himself.

Every single item of theirs- a tea cup or even the silly spoon they had given him as a gag gift is treasured, hidden away in remembrance.

SIMEON

He can't even turn towards Father, because their soul simply doesn't exist. Not anymore.

He himself looked for them in the Celestial Realm, like the brothers did in the Devildom. Each district was scrutinised, turned upside down as Simeon searched. But when he turned to Father, he got to know the Truth.

It's a fate worse than death, having your soul wiped from existence. Did they travel through the astral plane and got lost? Did someone hurt them...?

But one thing was clear: they were gone. The determination turned to helplessness when he saw Lucifer's pleading gaze.

Luke was inconsolable, and Solomon could be seen shaking whenever MC's name was mentioned. Countless nights Simeon woke up to screams from Luke's room, when the cherub had nightmares.

He has MC's handkerchief that they dropped one day but never returned to collect. It's preserved with a spell, in a hidden drawer in Simeon's room.

He tried to connect to Lucifer, but the latter has shut himself up in his room, cold and harsh as ever. Even Father failed him now....

There's nothing he can do except pray and hope they found peace, even if tears fall from his eyes as he weeps, even if the ground shakes with the fervency of his prayers, he hopes they found happiness.

SOLOMON

Perhaps this is the pain that an immortal being has to go through, to watch others crumble and fall while he remains to collect the pieces.

Asmodeus's call made him gather his materials as he set off to the Human world to search for MC. Every corner was searched, every aquantince contacted but it was futile.

They were kidnapped...right? They were just kidnapped, their soul was still intact... right? Solomon never thought he would have found himself praying that MC was just kidnapped, but....

He hoped they had been found. He tried calling Asmodeus. But the second he asked about MC the voice on the other side broke into sobs.

That confirmed his suspicions...and Solomon threw the phone as he fell on the ground. What happened to them? Were they dead? Their soul could be revived, right?

But there was no soul remaining to put in a physical body....

He delved through texts and spells, only to sink further into helplessness. He doesn't even know of their fate! He can't even do anything.....

Solomon felt pain through his pact with Asmodeus, and he rushed to where his friend was, only to find him weeping as he begged Solomon to find a way.

There was nothing he could do..

Someone cover this sopping wet human!

LEVIATHAN

He only got to know of it when he saw the sopping wet human...

He's glad he wasn't there because he would faint.

Although, this is something out of an anime!

SATAN

First impressions aren't supposed to be this-

Couldn't Barbatos have choosen another moment, one where the human wasn't naked and wet-

He has to stop Asmo from being all touchy with the human. * Sigh *

ASMODEUS

My, my, what a turn of events!

Barbatos certainly foreseed this, but still went on, oh my-

Satan, stop crushing his delicate hands with your grip!

BEELZEBUB

Why...did this happen....?

He wasn't prepared to see the human drenched and without clothes. He's glad Lucifer immediately threw his own coat over them.

He wants food after....

DIAVOLO

Oh dear, this wasn't how it was supposed to go!

He's questioning the world as he watched the chaos unfold, with Lucifer throwing his coat over the human while he slowly dies on the inside.

Barbatos knew.....He'd giving the butler the look....

BARBATOS

No, he will not acknowledge his mistake.

It wasn't a mistake, there was no other way! Otherwise the human would have showed up looking even more indecent!

Lord Diavolo, please stop giving him the look.

Bonus: *Belphegor*

"You don't deserve to be near them. None of you," Solomon mutters through gritted teeth, ignoring his friend whose left sobbing on the spot. The rest are in a similar state, with Levi rendered immobile without being made to, and Satan fuming.

Angry at himself for not being there for you, angry at the demon that dared to kill you, angry at everything because it took you away from him.

But we often only find out the value of something after losing it, don't we?

"Please, let me see them." Beelzebub pleads, the shaking of his shoulders evident as the demon stares in horror at the crimson in the cobblestone. His worst nightmare, come alive.

He wanted to hold you in his arms one last time too, but that's something he won't get to have.

Simeon stands still, shielding your form from the outside world, the lower half of his wings being stained with the blood on the ground.

The angel nods his head, his fists still clenched before shifting to allow the demon to pass.

The brothers feel their heart break.

"MC! No—no—no!" Beel mumbles fervently, the word a chant on his tongue as his hands tremble to touch you, yet afraid that you'll break when touched. Like porcelain, what humans were to demons and angels.

The anguish in his heart is felt by the demon's twin, who doesn't utter a single word, finding his nightmare having come alive again.

He had laughed, upon tricking you. Mocked your humanity before throwing you down the stairs, finding sick pleasure in the thud.

And now, he's also the cause for your demise.

The crows caw in the night, grieving the demise of someone they considered their own. They're mourning you, and the people you've left behind, who abandoned you.

"I found them bleeding out," Simeon finally speaks, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Solomon and I tried to heal MC, but it was futile."

At the mention of your name, the sorcerer doens't bother hiding his tears.

Lucifer rushes forward after, fingers desperately checking for a pulse, the gloves now stained with your blood. The hand falls weakly to the demon's side when not a sign of life is felt.

Mammon joins him next, desperately begging you to wake up, his voice being drowned out by the crows.

Levi stands fixated, yet his sobs are the loudest. A useless shut-in before, still useless after.

Satan holds your hand in his own trembling one; his roar at not being able to feel you shaking the air around the brothers.

Belpheghor doesn't move, at first. When he does, it's to fall on the ground and scream.

The brothers had promised once, that you didn't need to be scared because they would always be there to protect you, whether from beings from horror movies or in real life.

They've broken their promise.

Solomon and Simeon stand behind, their sobs quiet yet no less mournful. They were the ones to comfort you after the brothers didn't bother to treasure your presence, and the sorcerer can still hear you sobs when you cried into his chest after Lucifer berated you for not being on par with the new student.

Simeon doesn't know what he'll tell Luke. What will he say? The cherub hasn't handled someone's demise before, and yet he'll have to learn to live without you patting him on the head after he baked treats and comfort him when demons won't stop their teasing.

The brothers didn't treasure what they had, and now that you're gone only then do they realise what they've done.

Death is common, and yet the passing of someone you loved is hard to bear. Sometimes we don't value what we have, and it's through bitter lessons that we learn.

Fate is a cruel teacher, Diavolo thinks before signalling for Barbatos to proceed. The butler nods, preparing to open the portal.

The Prince has watched from the sidelines for far too long. This time, he'll forgive the brothers transgressions, and bring you back.

You made up excuses, and the hurt registered on his face, then something sank in your heart.

But you don't want him to know, don't want him to infiltrate your dreams. Because its shameful, the fact that you get no respite even in the dreams your brain conjures. You always wake up crying, worse off than before and with a shitty start to your day.

Mealtimes are a fickle affair too.

Sometimes you eat properly, sometimes you binge. You've hid it well from others. You never deny the snacks Beelzebub offers you, never hold back on food when with him. It makes you feel guilty after, like you want to sink in a pit and never get up again. When the flavours dance on your tongue, it makes you whole. Makes you forget everything else. Maybe this is gluttony, or maybe a distraction. You don't bother finding out.

You'd made yourself instant noodles once. Human world brand—Yipee noodles—but then you took two bites and then it felt as if there was no need for it. You gave it to him, along with the rest of your other snacks.

He was concerned, of course, he's always concerned, claiming that "You need to eat more, you're eating so less." But you want to tell him you have no desire left.

In the fogged up mirror of the bathroom, you wonder where it all went downhill. Then you nitpick—your appearance, your frame, your flaws and your existence as a whole.

It'll never be enough.

Sometimes, you fuss over your appearance. Other times, you let yourself be damaged. You've been wearing longer sleeves as of late, and protested harshly once when Asmodeus brought out a sleeveless top in the mall that he said brought out the colour in your eyes. You say you dislike them.

There's no desire left in you for anything except being nothing.

You still bother with routine of maintainance, because that is the bare minimum needed and you need to keep up appearances.

You think you are angry, on some days.

You don't even know who its directed at. Annoyance brewing in your veins until it saturates, maybe its when a cup slips from your hands or you stub your toe, or even when you slip. Then it is anger, boiling in your blood.

You snap at others in those days, apologising after. They don't deserve it, they deserve better. Not you, never you, you breathe out.

Satan's patient with you, more than you deserve. When you snap at him, he says nothing. When you apologise, he nods.

As a child, you were told you had endless possibilities.

Adult you begs to differ.

There's....so many expectations on your shoulders. Like how ever other human has. Normal ones. But you can't even expect anything from yourself. There's nothing special in you, just mediocrity. And to be seen you must differ.

You envy others somedays.

How they can effortlessly be, how they can attract. You're left standing in the crowd as a forgotten afterthought, clutching your belongings as if they'd leave too. You want to be chosen too without standing out or asking for it, but you can never be.

Too idealistic.

And it hurts, no matter how hard you try.

Levi tries to nudge you in the ways he knows. Games, arcades, trips, but every time after a failure you set down your stuff and declare defeat before it is proclaimed. You know he deserves better.

You think you'd die trying someday, turn over in your grave, and still regret.

Some days, greed escapes you.

It's a driving force for many: ambition, power, money, but for you it evokes nothing. You're just...tired. Maybe if you sleep it off it would stop hurting.

You've been told to chase your dreams, be greedy and work for it. But fear clouds your mind and prevents you from moving. Loathing brews in your gut and renders you weak. You don't even want to be an exchange student some days.

Mammon drags you along with him wherever he goes, and you watch with muted fascination as another demon tries to woo him over during a shoot of his. You sit huddled from the sidelines and watch, expecting the outcome your mind has convinced you of.

If he ever leaves you, you would accept it without any protests.

Sometimes, you don't want to claim your capabilities.

They were just strokes of luck. Fate herself taking pity on you and turning the tables in your favour. You are nothing, nothing, nothing. Always someone better, someone more capable, someone who chases perfection, like Lucifer.

Lucifer, who takes pride in what he does.

You'd expect him to flinch upon seeing the state you are in.

You just want to hide away from the world and never get up again. Tell the brothers to not invest in you because its worthless—fuck—you've always been that, and when everything is over to leave.

If they ever saw the marks on your arms they'd realise what a coward you are.

Some days, all you can feel is the sinking sensation in your gut which never goes away. Resignation clawing its way in your heart and brain, defeat accepted before victory was even proclaimed. You don't want to be on those days, and you chalk it up to hormones. Better explanation, but it doesn't explain the times you get blackout drunk and cry, until you wake up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth.

Fuck, its unhealthy, but you can't bring yourself to do anything when you're slowly rotting. Stagnant and in denial. You'd take drastic measures sooner but you're again, a coward, and cowards can't do brave things.

You curse Fate sometimes for bringing your application to the Prince's desk.

Though you'd rot either way.