Love is Horror🦋🥀

Guilt of just letting humans suffer the collateral of war they had no comprehension of, turned into guilt at not doing more to mend the bridge between them and angels, leading to the guilt of watching his own kind die in a civil war and doing nothing to stand up for what he already felt was right. Instead Simeon watched, saw the death of the one angel who was punished for doing exactly what Simeon wanted to do now.

Spending thousands of years on the side, forced to watch and never act. Told his guilt and emotions were betraying his loyalty and needed to be tossed aside. Angels weren’t humanity’s guardians of peace and faith. No, they were all created to be fathers soldiers. And soldiers, didn’t question authority.

Yet, here Simeon was. Realizing what kind of guilt Lilith felt about doing exactly what they were always warned against, and even moreso realizing how little she could have done to stop herself. Because Simeon couldn’t stop himself either.

The little gap between train cars was decorated with a fine metal railing, space for perhaps four people at most and not typically used for more then workers to pass between. Mammon and Satan had dragged Luke up to the roof using one of these cars maybe an hour ago and Simeon hadn’t found the strength to follow.

Instead, he had been leaning against the railing, green eyes sharp and bright as they looked out into the night passing almost too quickly by to appreciate. Forearms resting on the tops as he sunk deeper into those feelings, when you had come across him.

He wasn’t terribly surprised you weren’t sharing in the good spirits such an experience gave Satan. In a way, yes he was shown something of his own mind but he wasn’t fooled enough to think it was about either you or him. It was a vision of truth for the demon who’d never known such a life as they did. A story spinning a tale that he always was destined to fit amongst his brothers even when they were of different kind.

It wasn’t really for Simeon, and it wasn’t for you either. But he didn’t need a vision of magic tricking him into seeing what it was he wanted, what tormented him and what could fix that. It was the stunning beauty that shined from everything inside your beauty and around it. The kindness without a hint of suspicion or pity that he dreamed of every night no matter how hateful of himself waking up from it felt.

He remembered the first time he ever saw you, new in the halls of R.A.D but dripping with a lonely fear that you had no one to turn to with. It was over in that very moment for the remaining resolve he had passably maintained since the Great Celestial War. It was all over, because he knew what he felt looking at you, was exactly the look they all saw in Lilith’s eyes. Luke was beside him at the time, barley catching a breathless, “Oh,” from the older angel before catching his gaze.

Only Luke mistakened it. “Didn’t one of those demons get assigned to watch her, they aren’t doing a very good job are they?”

Simeon almost didn’t respond. Eyes not moved nor blinked from you, “I suppose not.” Luke just got worked up even more, but everyone had places to be and they’d meet her later on anyways. Simeon would make sure of it.

But the way you looked at him now, how gentle you pressed him knowing something wasn’t right and how much you just wanted him to be okay. What could he even tell you? That it wasn’t just seeing the brothers together and happy that hurt, it was seeing them so close to a time right before he lost them.

Before the weight of pain and guilt hurled him into a feeling that’s never truly left. How even in a vision, your hearts all belonged to each other and how normal it was for it to be that way. Did it hurt to know that you were destined for them, even in their angelic forms? Or did it hurt that this vision showed him the truth of his own feelings.

That he didn’t just lose his brothers, he was losing himself to the very thing his brothers loved in the exact way that lost them their dear sister. Was the pain of what life was before, or was the pain that they’ve found happiness where he only has fallen further. Even moreso now.

It wasn’t just the Ring of Light that forced Michael’s hand. Ripping away parts of Simeon’s very being, a pressure on his heart as he blocked more and more of Simeon’s power away from his control. Michael was smart, he knew that Simeon wouldn’t have given that ring to anyone. No. Stealing such an artifact, something that Michael had held onto with his own pain and guilt, and giving it to a human just as they sacrificed themselves.

Such an action, looked far too much like Lilith in his eyes. Simeon did it out of love.

Love for his once brothers was one thing. Not willing to watch your pacts be destroyed, something that despite their words of affirmation, meant the world to each of the demons. Losing such a bond wasn’t fair and they did nothing to deserve having that taken away. Saving Lucifer’s life wasn’t even the hard choice either. He wouldn’t let anyone bring him to harm like that. They were brothers once, if not now in truth, then somewhere deep in their hearts.

But you? Simeon knew what you would do. Your love was the most powerful thing about you, so much so that your angelic rooted magic almost didn’t matter. You would protect them, and you would never choose yourself if the cost was killing another. Especially Lucifer. No, Simeon knew what the night dagger required and he knew what you would do.

If the world was at stake, you would do whatever you needed, but if the answer was them or your life?

You chose your life, ending the source of the destruction rather then destroy what led to the ring’s creation. And Simeon refused it. He refused that ending for you, it was worse then what Lilith did maybe. She fell in love, so did Simeon. But Lilith wasn’t the one who took such a martyrdom from your fate and altered your course forever. No, only he did that.

And that was the love that got him in trouble. That was the love that forced Michael to keep Simeon’s abilities away from his reach. Simeon let his love interfere with the human fate to such a degree that he thinks perhaps the only reason Michael didn’t drag him into his fathers presence to be obliterated from existence was mere shock. That one of their own after everything was capable of letting such romantic emotions sway their actions in a way their father had refused to do in centuries.

The Celestial Realm had long been trying to let go of interfering so severely into human affairs, so for Simeon to give you The Ring of Light? Fathers last reminder of what happened to his favourite son? Stolen from the safekeeping of Michael and given to a human who was willing to die to protect that very favourite child?

Well, honestly it all made Simeon’s head spin. You tried to kill yourself to protect Lucifer and everyday he saw you, he could see it in your eyes. The worry that maybe you should have. And he hated it. He hated that doubt, because Simeon gave you that chance of life uncaring as to if it would cost him his.

But then you hugged him. And he knew why he wasn’t dropped to his knees in front of father and stripped of his wings in such an event it would leave the floors bloody before being cast into nothing.

Because this was supposed to be the punishment. Force him to the human world, see you, and feel the shame of what he was giving up for.

But it didn’t work. Did it father?

You were so warm in his arms, much like the brothers he stood tall and large against your smaller human self. Your head tucked so perfectly against him that his chin could rest at the top of your head as he held you as tight as you did him. He was supposed to be feeling guilty that he was letting a human take away what made him an angel.

You however, only gave him the hope that maybe one day, the guilt he had been carrying for thousands of years already could be eased away in your gentle touch. He understood why Lilith refused to stop seeing the human, he understood why despite the consequences for herself, she allowed father to imprison her rather then give them up.

Only there was no Lucifer to bravely free Simeon from his cell, no Lucifer in the Celestial Realm to fight for whats right instead of what his duty was for the first time in their lives. There was no one up there to fight for Simeon, so why should he care about returning.

There was comfort in the way you hugged him that he would be refused the second he returned to his once home. Why should Simeon want to go back, atone for his sins and drop to his knees and plead to father to return his powers to his control. You didn’t care if he had those powers, you cared about him on the inside.

So he did exactly what he wasn’t supposed to do. Spoke aloud the one thing that in his fathers eyes couldn’t be swept under the rug. “I’d like to kiss you right now..”

It wasn’t really a question, but you didn’t really answer either. He could see your breathe pause, a need in your eyes that mixed with the softness that he previously had only ever seen directed towards the brothers. You were a timid little lamb sometimes, though.

You leaned in, hesitating to close such a gap. Simeon suspected for more the one reason, how the brothers would feel about such an action. Which there was little conflict in his mind. Were you to truly let him him, Simeon may have to discuss it with Lucifer, well fight more was a better word. Time had only made the mans pride worse but Simeon was as stubborn as Lucifer was prideful. And deep down, both men could feel the pull that was once there as angelic brothers. Lucifer wouldn’t accept anyone else having your heart, but Simeon might just make a case to slip in.

But more importantly, you knew it had to be his choice. Simeon couldn’t let you choose for him, he had to do it himself. Take the final step that was unforgivable.

Slowly, Simeon slid one hand up the side of your neck. Gently holding you in place to tilt up, his thumb trailing over your cheek as he leaned down nudge his nose gently against yours. Eyes already fluttered shut, he could hear how much your heart pounded and it only made the guilt melt more.

You were nervous to kiss him, and Simeon liked it. What could be less angelic then that?

Very slowly he hovered over your lips, green eyes bright as he looked at you for as long as he could handle before his too slid shut as he closed the distance. Pressing his lips to yours.

Your lips were as warm as your soul and as soft as your heart. He felt so much at once it overwhelmed him. But with nowhere else to put it, he buried the feeling in a kiss. He had no practice and yet it seemed he didn’t need too. You followed his touch, his lead, let Simeon guide how he kissed you and it consumed him. His other hand sliding just under the fabric of your shirt and wrapping around to your back he pulled you into his chest.

Your palms moving to rest on his own, one staying close to his own heart as different as they were while the other hand slid up his neck. Sending shivers down his own spine at the sensitive touch while you wrapped it behind him, fingers so soothingly toying with the ends of his hair. His hand on your jaw was a little less kind then before at such a feeling.

His hand on your back a pressing you into him a little further. His kiss harder, rougher and it could have made him laugh at how his father would dare tell Lilith to give something like this up to go back to such a demanding, distant existence.

The hand on your jaw loosened a bit, enough that Simeon could dance over your hair and firmly press the back of your head to keep your breathless lips attached to his. He’d kiss you until you passed out if he had a little less sense. The brothers love for you made sense, he felt all of then.

Greed to take more and more of your kiss for himself, Envy that the seven of them had you in even more ways then this and so much more freely. Wrath for his father and Michael to dare tell them that angels weren’t allowed to feel this kind of closeness. Gluttony for the sweet taste of your lips and how much like honey you reminded him of. Sloth because honestly he could do nothing for the rest of his life and be content like this.

Pride that you still had room in that pure heart of yours for him. But most of all, he for a brief moment, understood what it was that made it so hard for Asmodeus to keep away from you. Lust burned through his veins and lit like a wildfire at the tiny sound of a whine.

Simeon hadn’t even realized how right he was gripping your skin under the shirt, hadn’t noticed how he had wanted to be so close to you, he bit your bottom lip begging for you to let him in. Your whine was full of such an innocent need for more. It made his cock twitch, the lust screaming at Simeon to turn you in his arms. Move you into your single room and keep you there until either the run rose or the brothers demanded you back.

But, you were still just his little lamb. And no amount of corruption the brothers gave and took from you and your body, you still were kind and soft inside your heart. And Simeon couldn’t just give into all of that without even thinking. He may be teetering on the edge of no longer an angel but he wasn’t a demon. Not yet at least.

So he pulled away. Pressing one last small kiss to your lips, watching you struggle to even breathe again and take a moment longer then him to even open your eyes. Simeon dreamt of what that would look like, waking up beside him in his bed, nothing but a sheet over both of your bodies but this was good too. Better even, because your lips swollen and slightly more red from his bite?

This was better because it was real.

Simeon couldn’t even hear himself speak at first. He didn’t make sense, and he didn’t even know what he could be saying to you. He had to pause, collect himself. Letting his hand on the back of your head slide down to the other side of your waist, holding you too him and your foreheads gently pressed together.

“Just looking at you makes my heart pound.” Your own palms slid back down to rest on his chest, no doubt feeling it beneath them. “Suddenly, I want to abandon all inhibition and tell you exactly how I feel.”

Now wasn’t really the time, there was too much on both your sides of the tracks to deal with before he had any right to barge in on your love. But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t prepare you that it’s coming.

Maybe he should tell you he loves you. It’s easy, it’s the truth, and it doesn’t require making the pain of returning to life from such a sacrifice hold more weight then already burdened your very being.

Simeon let you go though. Mammon and Satan held your heart in the ways Simeon wanted, and he would never take your time away from them.

Or Luke for that matter. You were as much a sister to Luke as any other true angel was. He’d want to spend time with you before returning home as well. And he wanted you too, it’s something he knew without a shadow of a doubt is part of what made Lucifer fall so deeply in love with you.

How much you could love in so many ways, how gentle you were at all times with them and their emotions and wanted nothing but the best of their lives to be in front of them. Lucifer adored that about you, and so did Simeon.

But he shook the thought off. Lucifer wasn’t going to be an easy discussion when he broaches that subject. He still was a demon after all, and if there ever was a more possessive once then him Simeon would be amused to find them.

Maybe, never returning home would be alright. Michael could strip away everything that made him an angel and cast him down to whatever depths human or otherwise. But as long as it gave Simeon the chance to kiss you once more, maybe it would be worth the suffering.

Simeon went to bed before anyone else that night, but still didn’t truly sleep.

Too consumed with the wonder of which sin consumed Lilith’s love when it was her? Because as little as Simeon would admit it to anyone else, he couldn’t deny that the buzz on his lips that made him still feel as if your kiss was right there.

At least Belphegor earnestly tried to make up for it in Season 1. Him making a pact with you was not for selfish reasons. He made a pact to protect you. He's giving complete control of himself to you. That's a big deal to a demon, mind you.

I've seen people say: "Oh, I just made a pact with him out of pity." And I'm like: No?

You have everything to gain, while he has everything to lose if you make a pact with him. You're not doing Belphie a favour.

But with Lucifer (and remember I love him to bits) I remember him apologizing, yeah, but only to right after say something along the lines of "Oh, but I did it for my brothers so I'm not really sorry. If you're a threat I will kill you." Like bruh.

Sure, he has a reason. But his actions are extreme. I recognize that.

However when Belphie does the same ignoring the fact he actually makes it up to MC then certain people are like: "Ooooh, that Belphegor! He's so irredeemable! How can you forget that he KILLED us? How can the fandom forget his crimes so easily??" (I have issues with people saying "Belphegor killed us", btw. you technically never even experienced death, but that's a big theory for another day.)

Like I've seen somebody suggest that Belphegor should be locked up forever for planning to murder you/attempting to murder you.

Really, bro? Then I suppose Lucifer and Leviathan should be locked up forever too, right?

...No?

Then why should Belphegor be?

Note that Belphie irritates me at times. Especially when he was in his manipulator era. I don't like when he hurts us, so I don't blame you if you dislike him.

But if you're one of those people who hates Belphie for hurting us and will never forgive him, but in the same breath doesn't hold the same standards to Lucifer... It's the textbook definition of double standards.

You can hate whatever character you want for the most petty reasons (I'm the same way, all power to you).

For one, there's the second prologue movie.

The “demon who could see into both past and future” is so obviously a description of Barbatos. Additionally, in the very same trailer, this demon was said to appear "with a flurry of trumpets from his king." This king definitely could be a reference to the Demon King (Diavolo’s Dad), who I believe Barbatos had previously worked for? Then, even in the end, Barbatos is the one that shushes out the name of the powerful time demon before a narrating Solomon can say it!

But despite all this evidence, there's just one in-game exchange that has me doubting all this. It has be thinking that maybe the devs are trying to pull a sneaky on us, and that Barbatos is simply just a red herring.  

 (all of these were provided by my lovely friend @tragicromanceisland. She's the one that put this idea in my head, too!)

Yes, people. Solomon is talking to Nightbringer here.

Solomon is talking with NIGHTBRINGER.

The demon that brought MC to the past.

This exchange is significant to me because there's one small but monumental part that got me to this theory in the first place.

At the end of this conversation, Solomon mentions that this Nightbringer person was "the one who made him who he is today".

Now who did get Solomon to where he is?

Who exactly is to thank for Solomon's power and his ability to control all 72 demons he has pacts with?

Has this ever been mentioned in the game?

Yes, it has.

According to the OG Obey Me! game (around late season 2 or anytime during season 3 I believe) Solomon mentions that he was able to control all 72 demons he had made pacts with because he had the Ring of Wisdom.

And do you remember who gave Solomon the Ring of Wisdom?

Michael.

MICHAEL IS NIGHTBRINGER, GUYS.

But hold up.

If that's so, why would the game say that Nightbringer is a demon? And what about all those out-of-game hints (including the second prologue movie) that it's Barbatos?

Well that’s where my theory falls flat. I'm not fully convinced it's Michael, anyway.

But if it is Michael, he could be lying about his true nature to the people he’s interacting with. Sort of like an alter-ego or disguise. In Judeo-Christian theology, angels have disguised themselves as human. So in Obey Me, a game that references Judeo-Christian theology while taking creative liberties, why not have an angel disguise himself as a demon?

Or maybe not.

There’s another way to interpret the phrase “you're the one who made me who I am today” that puts Barbatos back in favour of being Nightbringer. Barbatos is probably the most powerful demon in the Devildom and the three worlds. And by making a pact with a demon of that status, Solomon's power could have increased exponentially in some way.

Hell, maybe Nightbringer isn't Barbatos after all. They could be another demon entirely, one based on a different demon among the 72 Solomon made a pact with!

In conclusion, I theorize that Nightbringer is Michael in disguise but I'm not 100% sure.