Obey Me! Writer

Laughter erupts from the common room as you listen from the hall. A scowl grows on your face and your eyebrows furrow. 

This has been the fourth movie night in a row where the brothers forgot about you. And the thing is you can't even get mad. After your first year in the Devildom, Diavolo announced that another human student would be implemented into the exchange program. You were so excited at first. Finally having someone other than Solomon to talk about human things, much less shady human things. When the time came around you met the new student, Taylor. And boy- were they a hot commodity! Not only were they among the best in the class, they were also super charismatic. At first making friends with them was easy, they got along with everybody. Although, as time went on they needed more help from the brothers. It was their first year after all and you did all you could to help, truly you did. But you knew that only the demons could help with navigating the demon world best. 

They would always need tutoring from Satan, turning you down with the excuse of different learning styles. Whenever they were near Lucifer they talked more and more about the student council and how they could help. You were quite surprised when Lucifer actually gave them tasks to do, because when you asked him all bright eyed and bushy tailed to ease his stress- he said no. When meeting with Asmodeus, they always messed up their eyeliner, you tried to help Taylor out with tips but the glint in their eyes scared you off. It was odd, really, that was the first time they looked at you that way. You shivered but shrugged it off, because hey, it's Taylor and everyone loves Taylor,  including you. During dinner they would talk about various foods they've tried from around the world and how they got to study under Michelin star chefs, which clearly won over Beelzebub. Due to Asmo's preening, they would also have such soft skin that Belphie would so easily fall asleep on. Not to mention, Taylor had wrapped their finger around Leviathan and your first man! They had more free time due to Satan's tutoring paying off that they would always be around to scheme with Mammon and play video games with Levi.

The brothers kept brushing you off to attend to Taylor so much that you started resenting them, and yet, when you looked at Taylor with your unjustified ire they had a small smirk pointed towards you. Again, you were shocked to your core- how could your friend do this to you? It was as if they liked seeing you in pain, and them, a high above royal looking down at the plebian. Anger rising in your chest, you just decide to go to sleep early, laughter ringing through the house as you get a poor night's sleep.

“MC! MC wake up!”

You hear flurried and impatient knocking on your door. You groan, still groggy. What time is it even? You went to check your D.D.D. but all that shows is an empty battery signal blinking with a red light.

“MC!” The voice gets louder as you head to the door.

You see Belphegor waiting outside your room looking pissed. 

“Why aren't you dressed? You're gonna miss breakfast at this point!” He sneers 

“What? What do you-”

“Just hurry up.” He leaves with an annoyed huff.

You follow suit and get ready, speed brushing your teeth, half-assing washing your face, and putting on your wrinkled clothing, rushing to breakfast.

By the time you get down the stairs all food on the table is gone. You head to where your normal seat is, but it seemed no one had saved it for you.

“You're going to be late.” You hear Lucifer's voice grumble with disdain.

“And sorry to say it, but you look awful dear” Asmo turns to you in disgust.

Recently you had stopped taking care of yourself, and as such the oils on your face caked together and your sunken eyes from missing meals definitely didn't make you look or feel your best. You just roll your eyes at Asmo and try to find something in the fridge.

“Oh! I'm so sorry MC!” You hear a familiar voice, one you dreaded, “I actually saved you some food! But you didn't come down, and I was worried it was going to go to waste.” They give a pitiful look to you.

Annoyed and hungry, you snapped a little bit, “Well next time just put it in the fridge!”

Taylor's face contorts as tears well up in their eyes, they look down as the tears are shed and whimpers come from their throat. Yet for a brief second, you can see them smiling at you.

“MC!” Asmodeus rushes to Taylor's side, clearing their tears away with his thumb.

“MC, just what has gotten into you lately?! You've been cruel to Taylor for no reason. Not to mention you're failing almost all classes. What could possibly possess you to act so fucking childish?!” Lucifer spat out. He was already in a bad mood about you being late, and his temper was challenged the more your presence surrounded him.

“Me?! Me cruel?! What about them!” You point to Taylor.

All the brothers scoff and Belphegor speaks up,

“You know you've been such a bitch this year, and honestly it's making my sleep get ruined. Taylor has been nothing but nice to all of us- which I could hardly say about you. I wish you would've stayed in the human realm. I wish you weren't here, period.”

Your eyes widen. How could Belphie say those things? Does he not remember last year at all? All the sweet nothings he'd whisper. Him showing you all the stars?! What about the night you spent together holding each other so tightly?!

“I'm leaving.” You get your bag and head off to RAD. Alone.

The school day was shit. You failed two pop quizzes and got D's on all of the assignments you got back. You even got called to Diavolo's office where it was one of the few times he actually yelled at you. 

“Why can't you try harder? I mean are you serious?! You can only excuse your assignments with depression so many times, MC. I'm very disappointed in you. Please, as your kind says, ‘Grow Up.’”

You felt sick at his words. Using something you told him in confidentiality against you made you want to vomit right on his pristine rug. 

You walk home alone that evening, stewing in your anger. The brothers and Taylor are already there, once again laughing along, though when they acknowledge your presence, it goes silent.

“Why do you always have to ruin things for us?” Belphie said with venom, still upset from this morning.

“Belphie, what the fuck are you talking about? I just got home?!”

He scoffs and laughs, “do everyone a favor and go away.”

Angry, salty tears started to stain your cheeks as you clench your fists, infuriated at his words. But what hurts even more is the smirk Taylor has on his face, shared with Belphie.

You turn around without saying anything and head to your room, concocting a plan to make this torture stop.

A few days later, Taylor was scheduled to have a meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos escorted them. It was mid-day and you could hear the brothers sighs as they yearned for Taylor, talking about all the things they'd do when they came back. You walk downstairs in shorts and a tank top. Self inflicted scars, bruises, and burns across your body. The brothers stare silently in horror. And for a moment it seemed that everything was back to normal.

“M-MC!” Mammon started to run to you.

“Mammon. Stay.”

He felt his legs stop as he tried to lean to you, his best friend.

“MC?” Asmodeus starts to head your way, but you speak again.

“Asmodeus. Stay.” He too feels something stop his feet. The brothers look at you confused and frightened.

“MC? What happened to you?” Belphegor looked at you, mortified. He felt so guilty how he treated you the past few weeks and seeing these new marks that weren't there beforehand was tearing his soul.

You had hope, seeing the Belphie you once knew back again. All the other brothers came to check your body and mental state, but you command them all to stop, all except Belphie.

He walks to you with tears in his eyes, dropping his cow pillow on the floor. His eyes move quickly, trying to process what you had done just before coming down the steps. 

“Belphie…”

“MC?” He whimpers, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tries to hold his frown.

He stands before you as broken a man can be.

“Belphie, let me have your hands.”

And as it did with the others, he felt a shock as you took control of his hands. Putting them in a familiar place.

“MC?!” Belphie's demonic blood runs cold as you put his hands around your throat just like the year before.

“What are you- M-MC?!” The other brothers gasp as Belphegor tries to rip his hands away. 

He feels the vibrations in your neck when you’re about to speak as he begins to plead with you. His sobs turned into shrieks and screams of “No!” And “Stop! Don't do this!”

Everyone stares at you, horrified.

“I'm doing what you wanted Belphie” you give him a reassuring smile.

“I'm going away.” 

Belphegor shakes his head earnestly.

“Please! No! Please! Don't do this to me. MC! MC please!” He waits as his voice cracks, snot coming down his nose.

“Belphegor,” you look him in the eyes.

“MC, don't!”

“I order you to…”

“MC, please!” His voice hoarse from his screaming.

“Kill me.”

His hands flare and start closing in on your windpipe, once again a familiar feeling from the year prior.

“MC! STOP” He tries to pull away

“MC STOP ME PLEASE!” He shakes his head as he feels himself crush your throat, you giving out a choked out attempt to breathe.

“MC PLEASE DONT DO THIS TO ME! NOT AGAIN!” He can't even hear his brothers’ screams and sobs as he finally hears a snap and your body goes limp.

“MC!” He puts you down gently as his brothers rush to your body, hoping that it’s not too late. Belphie sobs looking at your sunken face, yelling out “Why?! Why?! MC Why?!!” Beelzebub hugs him but Belphie shakes him off, noticing his brothers near he screams.

“Don't touch them! Don't touch them! I can fix it. We can fix it MC!”

He shudders and sobs til he has no tears left, his brothers watching his despair.

“I'm so sorry, MC. I love you” and he kisses your cold forehead.

The funeral came soon after, the boys had solemnly gone through your things, just trying to find a sign, a glimpse of what was going on. Many spoke at your funeral, the brothers, the angels, the royals, and Solomon sobbing greatly. Belphie was the one who planned everything. Your favorite scents, flowers, and attire at your wake. He goes up last to say his goodbyes to you. 

“MC. I'm so sorry. I should've seen the signs. I should've been there for you. I only hurt you more than you already were. I wish I wasn't such an ass. I wish I held you more. I wish I told you I loved you sooner.”

He holds your hand one last time before saying goodbye.