Noroi

He knows that he drinks himself, and he could be addicted to coffee especially during work, but that doesn't change the fact that you're talking about YOUR health and not his. He will manage, you're the only human who can even die because of alcohol and cigarettes.

So yes, at first he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he saw that you took it too far with quantity, he wanted to push something in that head of yours. But as he realized you only did that after something happened, he understood your situation. Yet, that doesn't exactly say that you should reach for stimulants because you're stressed.

Exactly knowing what may happen to your body, he would force you to quit. He would control you. He would take every cigarette and alcohol you could use. He would even make bars not serve you, just to help you not use that when stressed.

Is he cruel? Maybe, but he does that for your better good. You can anyways find something else that will help you relax even in horrible moments. Even if you are sceptical, he will force you to try. He will make sure you won't even touch that. He will call you often. When he knows you're stressed he will personally meet you, or take you to his room/study, just to have an eye on you and help. Talk with him. Tell him anything and he is confident that he can take your attention away from both stress and these human stimulants.

If you did that spontaneously, he would even allow it. But when he knows that you use that for stress, it's over. He makes sure that neither stress nor these things will destroy your body.

𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓:

Alcohol and smoking is probably common in the Devildom, especially in the clubs. He has better things to do than waste his beloved money on something like that, but when someone else is pouring him a drink, he will accept that.

So having you drinking wasn't bad. Smoking wasn't too bad either. If you really want to, just do it. It doesn't bother him so much.

He is aware of what it does to a person, making them drunk on the substance, and he would be worried if you went out for it, but if you drink at home? You're safe.

Of course he doesn't want you to overdose. Let's just keep normal quantities for humans.

He looks like it's not bothering him at all, but he finds it bothersome when he sees that you're using these sometimes too often, and it's not to have fun or have a nice evening. He got more into it after he saw you drink and smoke before exams/hard situations or after arguments. You just took your things and quickly reached for these, like you need them.

And then he realized that you don't drink because you like it. You do it because it helps you with emotions. And he hates that idea very much. Idea of you looking for something that'll make your body calmer as quickly as possible. Alcohol made your mind hazy, that's why stress and worry disappeared. You stopped thinking about it. And smoking worked as a thing to do, to make your body busy. Smoke that took your attention away from your racing heart.

You don't know how much he HATED it, seeing your eyes distant, and you filling your body with junk that can destroy your health. Without a smile or positive thinking, lifting a glass or lighting a cigarette.

And he can't just sit back, seeing you fight with stress with THAT. That won't help at all, so why do you bother to try. It won't help you with anything in the long term.

He can't just be okay , indifferent , seeing your pain, stressed and looking for relief. You could laugh it off, but he won't. So he just hides all cigarettes and alcohol. Even Demonus. He walks by you, taking away your glass before you can take a sip. He steals your cigarette before you can light it, and throws it out of the window. Why? Maybe you'll laugh when he does that… or maybe you'll be angry. But that's better than relying on that thing to change your mood.

When he sees you worried, he tries to pull away your attention. You don't have to think about it. You can just focus on him. On laughing. On talking to him. On screaming. On getting annoyed by him. Everything but not doing something harmful…

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓:

Alcohol and smoking is quite popular probably in every world. Well, maybe not Celestial Realm. They probably don't have much time… and he can't imagine angels who stand on the balcony with cigarettes. Maybe that exists though…

Since everyone can do so, who would he be to say something to you about it? If you want to drink, you should be allowed. If you want to smoke, you can do that. It's not like he's in position to rule over your body. So even if he's not doing it himself, he wants you to feel free to do whatever you want. Accepting that you may like it, even while knowing it's not perfect aid for anything.

But he realized really quickly that you don't do it because you love it, but you depend on it with your stress. And again, he doesn't really know if he could do anything about it… if you want to do it as your help, then you could… even if he personally doesn't agree with it at all.

Some people drink and smoke for fun, but having it as a stress aid is not really a good option. Of course, he will be understanding about it. He wouldn't care at all if that was some stranger, but that's about you.

Who would he be, if he was allowing the person he… loves… to do something harmful to them. Drinking once a time is fine! He could even drink with you something… just to spend time together. But drinking to forget is never a good idea for anything at all! Better be safe than sorry later… so… could you consider trying something else?

Of course he will wait for your agreement. Always trying to convince you to listen to his arguments. He just wants to help you! And make you try some other stress relievers.

He found a lot of these online. Ones simple, others more… I need energy. Some you can do alone, others you can do with a partner… and also ones that could make him blush, just imagining you could pick that.

So… so yes, he very diligently worked with that.

Could take scissors and cut the lit part of the cigarette when you wanted to smoke, and tried to make you feel better himself.

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓:

Cigarettes and alcohol were invited for something. So since it's here for everyone, you have the right to use these too. There were times he drank with you, smiling the whole night. Feeling lightheaded. You can do that, but when you forget about something, that stops being fun.

Emotion makes you alive and conscious, even if alcohol would make you feel better, it won't last. Stress won't go away just because you started drinking. You will still feel bad. You will still be worried. But it will force you to think the moment is nice and warm. Doing that once or twice is okay. But it stops being good when you use that too many times. Considering both your physical and mental health, it won't heal you at all.

The same goes for smoking. Occasionally is fine. But when you overuse these, it's not so bright for the future.

When you started using these more, of course he saw it. Especially when you were stressed all day, then you reached for something that will suppress that emotion.

Do you think that suppressing true emotions is good? Do you think that something that's messing up with your body will help you?

He wanted to be lenient, knowing that maybe you do need that. Or maybe it's not that bad, and it's just keeping you relaxed.

Unfortunately he knew things that both of these stimulants do. He also knew what they do to the human body. So why would he accept your moment of peace when deep inside you're destroying yourself?

Stress is not something you should keep squeezed. You can work with it, calming down with various possibilities. But ones that are safe. Not ones that suppress that feeling for you, making you feel drugged for a moment.

He told you all of what he thinks about it when it comes out too oppressive. All of you worry about you. He may sound like he's nagging, but he really doesn't want you to get sick. There's so many things you can do when you're stressed.

He can't look at you when you slowly get addicted to that harmful help aid, that won't do anything good for you. S0 he takes away your glass. He throws out your cigarettes, knowing he may help you differently.

Just like he managed to control his emotions you can control your stress too. And he will help you with that. No matter what he needs to do. He will walk everywhere behind you. He will stay with you when you need it. Do you know that petting animals can help? Do you want some cats in bed? Do you want to talk about it? Do you want him to give you a hand with something? He will do anything.

𝕬𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘:

Some alcohol never ruins anything, especially when you're at a party. So he doesn't mind that sometimes you lift your glass and pour more. But he cannot not worry when he sees you drink more and more, adding smoking to that. That's… not really healthy. Additionally, smoke is really bad for your skin, hair, clothes, and for everyone around too.

He doesn't want to be the mean one, and he also doesn't want you to be angry at him, but he really thinks you should stop it. Of course you can have a few drinks! No one tells you to not! But you can do it too much, too often…

He would prefer you to drink and not smoke. Especially when you look so drained, sucking the smoke in your lungs.

He doesn't want to offend you at all, but honey, consider your body and health. Not even looking at people around. Do you really wish to destroy it? Humans are more fragile too…

As he knows you're drinking and smoking when you're stressed, he wonders how stressed you must be to do it so much? Unbelievable… he understands going to clubs to have some fun and relax. He understands spoiling yourself with anything you want. But, will that help you with stress?

First of all, he wants to have genuine conversation with you, to exactly tell you he hates that all. Both what you're doing and that you're stressed. Then he wants you to consider finding better things to deal with it.

You can always choose food over alcohol. You can watch TV, you can take a bath. You can go out with him. You can come to his room, and let him relax your body. He has a lot of ways to help you forget. And he won't stop insisting until you already agree and won't touch these bad things again.

𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇:

Always was sceptical about smoking and drinking. Of course it's not that healthy for anyone. And alcohol makes you not act like yourself… you feel much different after drinking, and he knows that himself.

He won't say no to you. You can do that, but he wants to make sure you're okay afterwards. Always reminding you to eat something. Drink water. Go rest when you feel bad.

He would have the same thoughts about breathing literal smoke in your lungs just like that. Because you want it… He also didn't want to force you with anything, even if he didn't like that.

Yet as you started doing it too often, too much, he needed to break the silence and care and genuinely tell you he doesn't like it at all, and he's worried about your health. Good thing you're not an addict, but it pained him to look at your trembling hands reaching for lighter with stress, unable to sleep. Always worried about something. That's the next destructive thing you did.

He will be mean now… forgive him. But he would find your cigarettes/alcohol and just keep it away from you. Putting it somewhere too cannot reach or get to at all. His brothers will help too, if he told them the whole situation. But it pained him seeing your nervous reactions when you didn't have anything to relieve that stress, that's when he had enough and started feeling guilty. But… he can't let you just do all those harmful things and not help you at all.

If you won't be stressed, you won't want it, right? That's why he wanted to help you with everything. He made sure you're not overthinking problems. That you're not feeling lonely or bad. He gave you everything you would need, just to make sure you're fine.

And if that won't help, he would try to replace stimulants with anything more healthy. Food, snacks, working out, laying in bed, spending time just like you would want.

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗:

He doesn't understand why you would like it so much to reach for it whenever you want. Not only is it not so good in taste, but it can make you feel horrible. Of course you won't get drunk with Demonus as a human, so you also need to get your own alcohol and probably cigarettes too. That's a waste of money and time…

He just likes the times when you're completely wasted, smiling and clinging to him, so he can pull you to bed to sleep, without worrying about anything. You're also cute like that.

But when drinking you're not always getting drunk. Sometimes you just sit here, sipping on it until you act more like some unfazed idiot.

What's happening with you? Do you really need cigarettes more than him? Instead of talking to him, you just choose smoking and drinking. That's not nice at all. You don't know how angry it's making him.

You go out, and come back looking unhappy and tired. Often taking more and more, drinking and smoking.

He knew that something was wrong with you, because you weren't like that before. You just do it after– stressful moments, or when you're worried…

It doesn't bother him that you do it. But your state is bothering him very much. It won't make you healthier and happier. So quit it. You'll save time and money. And also your sanity.

Say, what does cigarettes do that he can't do? He can also make you feel warm and relaxed. He can put you to sleep, like alcohol. He can make you feel alive too. So why bother with these things when he can give you everything you need?

He could be harsh, saying that he hates it. He would be not calm at all, but that's all because he cares. And stress isn't something that's a reason to just do shit.

Even if he needs to bury alcohol and all cigarettes. Even if he needs to go behind you to make sure you'll be better, he will do it. There are so many solutions. You could do anything. Even just resting and forgetting about bad thoughts. He will help you with that.

At the same time, he likes that you'll stand your ground and won't let anyone win over you.

In other words - he finds your attitude amusing as long as he's not the one arguing with you. Because when you two meet with your personalities, house of Lamentation is becoming a war zone.

When you clearly accept him as close to you, it all is more calm. When you don't pick up a fight with him, even with sarcasm, he also won't start. That's why days become calmer.

There could be teasing that makes you fight for who gets the upper hand. Never something really dangerous, just some smirks and snorting.

𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓:

What happened between you two should stay hidden. The amount of when he made you angry, or when he tasted how it was to live through hell you can get him was enough for him to reconsider his life choices.

Unlike his brothers, Mammon would be one who will drill the hole even if there's nothing left to be found. That's why he's the main reason for you turning on the “bitch mode”. Because he got one too!

He won't shut up. You won't shut up. It'll go over and over again, until someone stops you two. So what if he ends up dumbfounded and you smirk at him. That didn't happen for him! He doesn't know what you are talking about!

He's easy to tease, so he ends up as your victim a lot. The main point is that he just continues with that, not trying to stop you. Because when he shuts up with Lucifer because he can hang on the cable, he can talk with you all day long until he knows he can't win at all.

Humbled over and over again under you. In the end he likes that in you enough. And, do you like playing with him?

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓:

He doesn't want to get near you… especially at first, when he sees what you are… he doesn't want to have problems with you at all! He also doesn't want people to think he's on your side, because you can easily be targeted–

Meanwhile, you just humbled others, making you untouchable with your attitude. Having friends and haters, but never caring about the haters at all.

He didn't want to be the hater, that's why he tried to be on good terms with you.

When you fought a few times or things were tense, he was the one who backed up very quickly. He can't win with you… never… but as long as you two were around each other more and more, you weren't so harsh on him, and he saw that too. You're not evil… you're just mean sometimes. And he was happy to just have a small part of your attitude and your care.

𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓:

Care is one thing. Second thing is that he had enough of everything when he first met you, thinking you'll be acting like that for the rest of your days in the Devildom. He hated being the one who fights with you, because he would easily get angry at your comments. And you didn't step back even if he just wanted to talk. With his temper it was hard not to argue with you too. But he realized that this is how you will be no matter what. Without arguing, you're really calm and even sweet for them. Then you turn on the attitude and won't step back no matter what. As long as he likes when you're pain in the ass for Lucifer, he doesn't want to be on your bad side. He just doesn't like to fight with you.

𝕬𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘:

Your attitude is something both fun for him and something scary. Fun, as long as it's funny and he can laugh. Scary when he's the one who needs to talk with you and try to win. He likes your attitude very much. He loves you for that too, that's for sure. You're interesting and fun to be around. He doesn't want to be your enemy. EVER.

You'll not be humble, you'll be boss. Your self-confidence is making him jump proudly that he is right next to you.

Of course there were times when you probably got into a fight, and both of you didn't want to give up. But in the end you two can't live without each other much. If you care for him, you'll quickly forgive each other. So you can slay others like before.

𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇:

If there's even anything in him that'll make you act mean towards him that everyone would think that you have really big issue problems (Belphie would say so). Beel never wanted to make you mad at him, and he's oblivious to many things. If you decide to use sarcasm, he won't react. He also wouldn't like you to be mean to his brothers at all, but if you argue, what can he do about it? You won't listen even if he asks nicely.

He would make a great pacemaker, because he won't make anyone angry, and he can easily separate people who decide to argue with you.

He sees that you like popularity and when people give you some attention, and he will be on your side even if he needs to take you away when your attitude slips in a bad moment.

He also knows that you don't want to be mean to him, and you care for him as much as he does for you.

𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗:

Oh no, that's the end of the calm nights… Joking. He won't care what you do where. He can just sleep through your personality. At least it's what he thought.

He can get bratty sometimes, so that can cause fights between you. For most of the time he will complain, and you'll just answer with your typical responses that can make him annoyed even more. Can he even win with you? If he can, he'll just stop talking to anyone and ignore the world.

Normally you and him would be besties. Without fighting, having a normal day.

Belphie would like to listen to you fighting with anyone, because there's no way they can win. Especially if that person is Lucifer, and you just put your attitude on line.

Do you want to be part of Anti-Lucifer League?

𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔:

What could he even do to be the reason for your sarcasm? He doesn't want to be anything bad for you. He likes you. And he doesn't want to argue at all. You're his guest and he will try the best for you to have what you would need.

When you turn at him, he would just apologize or laugh, when Barbatos is angry at you for disrespecting the Prince.

For Diavolo you're not disrespecting him, he finds it amusing that you're so clear at showing your real opinion. He's sure you'll have a lot of enemies, but also friends who'll find you interesting.

You cannot offend him so easily, and he won't even talk back. That's why your relationship would be even calmer than yours with some of your brothers. And that's not because of sympathy, but the general way you two act with each other.

𝕸𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘:

He promises that he'll temper you to the point you won't ever make him mad again. When he met you, you two already could walk like enemies. The arrogant personality of a prideful noble being questioned by some human with attitude… hmph… how dare you even annoy him –

The problem is that he is quickly silenced himself when you start talking. That's both annoying him and making him think highly of you. He won't ever show that he may admire you for your high tone even towards him.

You two may argue a lot. He won't step back, even if he's screaming and screeching after a long time of talking with you. His own pride can't let him step back, and he also won't win. But that's part of your relationship!

You two respect each other the same, even if your personalities clash whenever you two meet. After time that's just tradition for you.

Remembrance of everything that was placed in his head, storming with his mind since the first second of his life. Pain, memories and RAGE, was the first he could ever feel. People who he never knew, calling each other brothers. He scratched his face, feeling like he could pull out his hair and eyeballs, just by simply living here. Where blood annoyingly flew down his hands, smearing fresh skin with crimson. Spat out in this world, by some monster who held bloody feathers in his hands. Crying and screaming at the sky. Cursing at something HE never saw himself. Not seeing that behind him is one, created just by his emotion. One and only - pure Avatar of wrath. Created from one, filled by it since the first second of his existence.

No matter how long he screamed and punched dark ground, it remained the same. His heart was beating with the same powerful rhythm, making him not able to recognize what's bad or good. Even if the other person stopped screaming and fighting, he couldn't stop. No matter how badly his throat hurts after screams. No matter if his eyes dried out with widening. No matter if his hands were red with his own wounds, after aggressively punching ground under his knees. It didn't disappear even for a moment.

He still wanted to scream.

He still felt that rage, even when he didn't know what.

Why is he angry?

Why is he even alive like that?

What's making him want to rip everything apart?

Then people he never met appeared, looking at him weirdly. As much as he didn't want to attack them all, when he turned around he wanted to tear the most bloody man here.

One, because of who he was even born this way.

No matter how others cried after a fight, he couldn't care. Because he was the reason for his own pain.

Fallen angel who caused it all. One, whose own wrath created this monstrum, that couldn't even calm down.

His first seconds of life were already filled with pain and hatred.

Even with hands holding him close, recognizing him as one of them, his eyes were placed on him. Man without reaction, sliding his fingers into his hair, letting out slow breath, eyes twitching with pain and realization, even when his face stayed stoic. Leftovers of his white wings spasming on the ground, the last wing joint on his back slowly dying, holding on to the thin string of his skin.

He wasn't worried about blood spilled by this man.

He hated him, because he was the one who brought him here, in hell.

“...That’s.. HIS FAULT I'M BORN LIKE THAT!”

That's his fault… So why can't he just go?

Why can't he just walk away, since he's already brought here?

Why not let him have free will to go, instead of dragging him behind?

Why does he need to stay in one house with people he never knew himself? Just memories of someone telling him who they are.

Where would he go?

He gained a family he never knew he wanted. People who called him brother, because they accepted him. Why?

They're some strangers, each one completely different. Each one, having problems adjusting to their new bodies.

They were angels before. He was just something negative from the moment he was created.

Wrath, walking around them. Pure rage without any holiness.

Demon, who gained name “Satan”.

With own small room, he never believed them with the term “family”. He was a stranger without a past. He was born a few days ago. And the moment he calmed down for a moment wasn't long.

Moments later he was angry again. He screamed at them. Cursed at them over and over again, because that was all he knew. That was the only emotion he was born with.

That's what pumps in his veins. Just rage. The strongest emotion Lucifer felt. Personification of that.

Then, just a copy of the eldest brother…

With his own name, but without true connection.

What's the point of being here when all he feels is wrath, over and over again.

The smallest sounds irritated him, making him burst. Just looking at them at first made him scream.

No matter how many times he did it, they looked aside, then tried to calm him down.

“Go on, end it. We're not related.” He thought, but nothing like that ever happened. He was pulled into the family more. He was called brother, because all of them were so close. Born from Lucifer, he knew them even if he wasn't aware of that. And they wanted to accept him.

That's it.

He was cursed so many times. With the worst temper. No matter how many times he tried to control it,it wasn't working. He was so quickly overestimated forcing himself to calm down didn't have a point at all. Ending with him saying things he would regret later. Making others fear him, hate him. Causing their new home to be in ruins.

Who is he? Who… to be here?

Just nuisance and taking up space… hurting people who want to call him family…

He was born like that because of one person… and he resented him even more by days passing.

A prideful bastard who thinks he can just chain him to bed, ordering him to calm down.

That's making him even angrier, you know? The inability to get free makes him scream with all the air in his lungs.

Tearing it all apart.

Getting free.

Ending it.

Why live like that when even they don't want him here?!

Why keep him after he was born when they could just end his existence before he could fight back?!

“I have… enough…” he whispered, staring at the broken mirror with tears filling his eyes. Bloody fist inside the reflecting glass, in the hole he created. Furniture tore apart. Chains near bed ripped. Holes and creakings on the walls and floor. Mattress of bed open, with filling flying around the whole room.

Just looking at it made him angry again.

“Why would you even let me in?” He asked once in the morning when they met for breakfast. He wanted to ask more, but words didn't come out. In worry he may explode again, before he can get a response.

Why does he have a place by the table with them?

Why did he get his own room?

Why did he get a name?

Why is he fed with food?

Why does he get their attention?

Why is he welcomed by their side when he was created unwanted?

Why do they continue to live with him, even if he's destroying everything?

“No matter how much I try… I'll just end breaking something again… I'll again be chained by you just to calm down…” he whispered, not looking up. Not to think that he is part of that “family”. “Why can't you just end me? I have enough… you have enough… I never asked to be here–.”

“If you're going to speak like that again, you can go back to your room.” A deep voice stopped his own words.

“Oi, Lucifer maybe you're too harsh–” Fallen angel corrupted by Envy said before his older brother glared at him.

“Levi is right…” Beelzebub added, not wanting the family to argue.

“Satan dear, you can come eat with us, don't worry.” Freshly created avatar of Lust said.

Can he really?

“Don't worry about it” something inside him said.

“They said it because they care”

But why would they even care for someone like him?

Why would they say that? Since he just broke everything they have…

They ended with nothing after the war, and additionally he appeared. Making them need to worry about him too.

As wrath was just his whole existence, it was turning into regret too.

And the question “why do they say I'm one of them?” is becoming more powerful than him saying that it's everything Lucifer's fault.

There were already some times when he destroyed their table, because he didn't like something. He felt like an upset child who can't control their emotions.

The dimming flame that got fresh air to burn, rising bigger once again. A feral animal that slowly starts to get angry at people who helped. Slowly losing patience.

The “family” he saw in fiction, when they watched something together. They called for him, since they all want to sit in one place. Spend time together. No matter if after some time he'll just burst out with rage, with the smallest trigger possible. Just with a snack falling down. With the movie not ending like he wanted. With someone not giving him enough space.

But they bear with it. They accept it, go through.

Once again, he wasn't kicked out.

Once again, he was welcomed by their table, eating a meal together.

Once again, he was called their brother.

No one can say how bad he felt after destroying their house, and then hear someone say “brothers”. “Family”.

Ones that decided to go to hell, because they wanted to be together.

Ones that never knew Satan, but pulled him in their arms feeling he's part of them.

The warmth when he was hugged for the first time… when they cried after war. In pain and loss.

Seeing their wounds.

Seeing their white wings turning white.

Looking at Lucifer's ripped wings slowly growing from blood.

Seeing tails, demon wings and horns opening their way from their skins. Taking permanent place on their bodies.

Compared to the pain they felt at this moment, can he even complain?

He was born from blood and hatred. Curse for a God.

Taken into a group of strangers after knowing his origin. Hugged. Held when they cried their eyes out, not knowing what will happen to them next. Not leaving him alone. Not caring that he is walking wrath that would destroy them.

His head pet with hand he would bite off.

Hand of person who brought him to this world.

Demon who let his own body cover in its own blood, wanting to protect his sibling.

He wasn't just randomly placed in their family. He was pulled in by people who already lost someone. Who was ready to love him, just because he was one of them.

And when he realized that he's not just tolerated, but loved, tears dripped down his cheeks.

He's here because they don't want him to leave.

They say he's their brother. They love him, no matter who he is.

One of them, since he was created. Accepted in their arms even if he'll destroy everything.

Just to hear soothing words, praying for a better life for their whole family in future.