The Obey Me Brothers And Their Worst Nightmares Pt 2 (Levi, Satan, Asmo)
Part 1: Lucifer and Mammon Part 2: Levi, Satan and Asmo Part 3: Beel and Belphie
Notes: It took me way longer than expected to get the second part out.
Warnings: not really any warnings but itβs just sad ig, sort of body dysmorphia/distortion in Asmo's
Characters involved: Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus
Leviathan
He was on another gaming roll.
Leviathan was a demon known for his tendency to remain in his room for hours on end, but even so he would find himself at least texting his brothers once in a while to check up on them.
However, this time, the lure of a new game was strong enough to make Levi lock himself away as he faced one level after the other, battling dragons and losing himself in the game.
Yet as he leaned back into his gaming chair and stared in satisfaction at the big bold 'game over' plastered across his screen, Leviathan found himself finally thinking of something outside of his room.
Or more specifically, the six demons no doubt scattered across the house who absolutely needed to know about his new game and the way he had perfectly crossed every level.
In his haste to switch off the computer and leave his room, Levi hadn't even bothered to think of using his phone like he normally would.
Instead, he found himself excitedly racing towards the kitchen where he was sure to find at least one of his brothers.
However, what he hadn't expected was to find all of them.
"What are you all-"
Levi found himself coming to a stop as soon as he began to make his way toward the kitchen, noticing how all of his brothers were seated in their respective seats at the table.
The sight usually would have made him feel angered at the thought of not being called down with everyone else, however, Levi instead felt a wave of envy and sorrow as his eyes settled on the first seat at the left of the table.
His seat. That was occupied by someone he didn't know.
The demon seated there was beautiful, looking like one of those protagonists from an anime, yet with the way he steadily held a conversation with Satan about what seemed like some academic debate made it clear he had beauty and brains.
He was muscular but not awfully so, smart yet with a hint of humour, beautiful but in a way that was subtle.
He was everything Leviathan was not.
He was the perfect brother, and as Levi ran a shaky hand through his hair to further cover his face and hide his visible distress, he realised the strange demon was him.
Or yet, a replacement for him. A much better one.
As Levi backtracked and let his feet carry him to the front door, he realised that maybe it was a good thing that he had locked himself away in his room for so long.
Because Leviathan couldn't bear to see the image of everything he was not replace him.
Especially not when that was everything he wanted to be.
Satan
"Lucifer."
The name surrounded him, consumed him even.
It stole the breath from his lungs and the voice from his throat, forcing Satan to watch as the crowd around him thickened. And apparently, so did the glass blocking him from cursing them.
"Lucifer!"
Their voices got higher, desperate even, with the crowd now shoving against each other as one face after the other appeared to sneak a glimpse into his glass cage and say the same thing as before.
"-Lucifer's creation."
The way he banged against the glass didn't seem to faze the crowd, if anything, Satan's wrath only seemed to heighten their excitement.
"His child."
Their chatter picked up at the words, yet all Satan could focus on was the raven-haired demon standing at the back of the room before him.
His hair was ruffled, tie loosened and shirt wrinkled, yet even so there was no mistaking the way the avatar of pride stood at the back of the room with a smirk that told Satan everything his words couldn't.
That he was just a reaction, an accident.
Lesser than.
The others were all avatars of sin, all fallen angels who fought in wars and became bold demons. Yet he was just the result of Lucifer's wrath and resentment.
Was being the result of Lucifer's anger, being created by him, the only thing Satan would ever amount to?
Asmodeus
It was dark.
Why was his room so dark?
Asmodeus had specifically installed the perfect room lighting to ensure that his room was always ready to be used for yet another one of his photoshoots.
The mere thought had him quickly rising from the bed, ready to be faced with the vanity mirror that would showcase his beautiful face.
However, Asmodeus's daily routine of pampering himself with compliment about his beauty was cut short by the sudden scream that cut through the room.
It took him a moment to realise the scream was of his own, and another to comprehend just what had caused such a horrified reaction.
He looked horrifying.
Asmodeus's face was unsymmetrical, with his usually perfect nose and lips stretching to the sides almost comically while his eyes drooped low in a fashion that had the champagne-haired demon letting out yet another scream.
It was like one of those clown mirrors in a circus, except it wasn't. For it was not the mirror before him that was distorted, but Asmodeus himself.
"What's with the ruckus, Asmo?"
By the time Satan raced through his door, Asmodeus had already begun to sob as his fingers raced across his face, pushing at random patches of skin and crying even more as he realised how dry and cracked it felt.
"I- I look horrendous!"
Satan cocked his head to the side at his brother's words before letting out a sigh that had Asmodeus's heart clenching, and not in a good way.
"What do you mean? You look like this all the time."
His words were all Asmodeus needed to drive himself over the edge, causing him to let out a louder, more horrified scream as he kneeled over on his bed.
He was ruined.
For Asmodeus, beauty was the only thing important in the world.
Beauty wasn't just about vanity, it was a way of coping for him. A way to tell himself the fall hadn't changed his perfection, if anything, it had solidified it.
The fall had allowed Asmodeus to explore a part of himself he had to previously hide away.
He just hadn't realised the change would result in having to hide himself away.
Asmodeus wasn't just his body, he knew that, yet as he sunk further into his bed he couldn't help but feel like he had just lost himself. After all, without his beauty, he was nothing.
Asmodeus, the avatar of lust and fifth of the notorious demon brothers, was nothing.
The champagne-haired demon had always thought of immortality as a blessing to enjoy himself for the rest of eternity, yet as his eyes slipped shut and breathing began to slowly even out, he couldn't help but hope he wouldn't wake up again.
After all, what was the point in living a life void of beauty?
