#obeymeimagines

*Lucifer yelling at the brothers*

*Mammon and Levi trying not to break character and laugh*

Lucifer: “How many times do I have to- can you two stop laughing, and be serious? I’m trying to do a scene and this is our fifth take.” *says while also trying not to laugh now*

*all brothers start laughing*

Levi: “I’m sorry! He started it!” *says while laughing.

Mammon: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You were so serious, and it was funny.”

Lucifer: “I’m supposed to be serious in this scene!” *everyone is still laughing*

Mammon: “Sorry, sorry.” *looks at camera* “I feel like I should justify my laughter by saying he’s not that serious in real life. He’s actually pretty chill.”

*tries to start again, but Asmo accidentally snorts from trying not to laugh*

*Beel spits out his food.*

Beel: “Can we keep it together? I can’t keep eating. I’m going to have to start spitting food out.” *looks at camera* “I don’t eat as much in real life either.” *turns back to his brothers* “okay, let’s get this over with, and stop laughing. Mammon I’m talking to you.”

my maladaptive daydreaming sure does give me more obey me content </3 enjoy (and yes all of you will be seeing more angst)

   Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen of the Devildom. Spring. Beauty. Pure. Elegance. That was more like it. But with each passing day, you feel as if death followed you.  Or rather, associated with you. Every steep step you take with Diavolo, your lover, another sacrifice was made. Your soul. Your mentality. Your strength. But you could not tell him that. It would hurt him. He treated you as if you were someone worth living. But was he worth living for you?  It pained you every single time to force a smile and gleefully agree with him. You loved him. Of course you did. You loved him so much. And he did too. And yet, when you coughed up blood for the first time, you knew. There was not enough time. You had to keep going with the schedule. He was your husband after all. Every day, 7:00 am wake up. 8:00 am prepare for studies on etiquette and duties. 10:00 am lunch. 12:00 pm stroll. 1:00 pm paperwork. 9:00 pm sleep. No in betweens. Everyday of your schedule did not include seeing Diavolo, despite everything. You were tired. As you wiped the blood from your mouth, your head began throbbing. You staggered towards the bed and lied down from exhaustion. Why? Why were you suffering? It hurt. It hurt so bad. Blood began building up in your throat before you gag. This was going to be a long night.

   A few months after your disease was discovered, your stamina was decreased heavily and hallucinations always creeped up in the corners of your eyes. Blood began dripping on your ears and mouth after a few days. Diavolo never noticed it. Well, you forced yourself not to let him notice. You wanted him to not worry. Pain always tailed behind and slowly but surely, you were unable to attend to your daily schedule. As you feel your life slowly fading out of you, you decided to say goodbye to him. You wanted to love him. Even if it’s for the last time. “Hey Dia” You stood across the doorway, a smile on your face. He looked up from his paperwork. “Not now, my dear. I am busy.” A sad expression morphed on you as you try telling him. “But-” “No. I’m sorry, but the event affairs cannot wait. How about you tell me tomorrow?” Your grip tightened as your eyes lowered. There was no tomorrow.  You forced another smile. “Yeah...tomorrow” You left as your footsteps became heavier and heavier. You weren’t throwing a tantrum. You tried being stable. Your vision made your eyesight blurry as you stagger across each hallway, trying to reach your room. Your tears made your eyesight even more blurry. What were you even crying for? For your people you will abandon? For the future you try to achieve? Or was it because you never have been able to say I love you on your last day? Who knows... As your cold fingertips began touching the missing spot on the bed, another tear dropped towards the mattress. Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen. But as the sun finally rose, your dead body was all of that left of the once graceful woman. The moon was beautiful, wasn’t it, my queen? 

I might put Diavolo’s reaction soon. English is not my first language so please dismiss any bad grammar! I’ll make sure to post the replaced mc au part two soon as well! 

A/N: I really loved writing this one! Please reblog if you enjoy! <3 Warnings: Angst, sad angel, kissing in the rain Pairing: Simeon x GN!MC Words: 3581 ✨My Masterlist✨

Just as soon as your professor dismisses class, you pull out your DDD. You’re supposed to meet up with a certain angel today. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time together recently. And you couldn’t be more thrilled. He’s such a sweet person and you’re glad to call him your friend. He radiates warmth and love and… Well, you suppose that’s just what angels do–

Your eyes bulge out of your head when you see your most recent message. You stifle a laugh behind your hand. He can’t possibly mean what you think he does; you can’t wait to find out what this translates to. You double check what it says and grab your bag, laughing as you walk to your meeting place.

Started: April 4, 2020 at 10:10pm

Ended: April 5, 2020 at 12:19am

Word Count: 3,669

Ships: [Diavolo x fem!reader]

Trigger Warning(s): depression, eating disorders, self harm (cutting), stressful events

Author’s Note: Uh okay first thing: I’m sorry this is so long, it just keeps going. Second: I’m not sure if doing something this deep so quickly on my page is a good idea, but I’m going to do it anyway. Requests are open and appreciated!

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If anyone ever tries to tell you that RAD tests were easy to study for, the best thing for you to do is to either laugh in their face or ask them to tutor you. It might be because the tests in general are much harder than the ones administered on Earth, or maybe it was because you’re a human who hasn’t had any background to any of these topics other than the background taught in class.

And you paid attention, you took notes (when you weren’t distracted by Mammon, that is) to the best of your ability, and you asked for help when you needed it. You even stayed up almost all night the first time you had a test studying and revising your notes, rewriting them and even finding videos to watch on that subject. You had walked into the classroom the next morning, hyped up from (caffeinated beverage) and ready to kick this test in its butt.

The downfall of this attitude came when you looked at the first page of the test to not recognize almost any of the material, only a few things scattered here and there. You say in your chair, staring at the paper and trying to work your way through the questions, making the most sense out of them that you could, but it wasn’t helping all that much.

You weren’t surprised when your test came back with a barely passable grade, but Lucifer was. Oh, Lucifer laid into you for a good two hours, talking about how you were going to ruin Diavolo’s program, and that you should study harder next time and ask more questions. You assured him that you would, and he didn’t seem all too believing in your answer, but he let you be.

His speech stuck something into you, however. Something that you felt all too well in the human world: inadequacy. You felt terrible, you had tried your best, you had studied, but it still didn’t help anything. That night at dinner you heard all the brothers talking about the test, and even though you hadn’t done the worse (that medal went to Mammon, who even though he didn’t study or even pay attention in that class, still managed to only get a few point worse than you) you by far hadn’t done the best. Lucifer and Satan tied for that position. Asmo, Beel, and Belphie got somewhere worse than those two but better than you.

You picked at your food, not all too interested in it, your stomach filled with your old friend. You could feel Beel’s eyes on you, and then once you looked at him you noticed his eyes were actually just on your food. You took your napkin from your lap and placed it on the table next to your food.

“You can have the rest of my food if you want it, Beel. I’m not that hungry,” you say, and leave the dining hall, no one bothered by your exit. There was a sting of pain, but you quickly ignored it. You didn’t need to be their priority 24/7, that’s just ridiculous.

You went immediately to your room, sitting at your desk and looking over your test and then at your notes and textbook, to see where you went wrong. Turns out there was an entire section you had forgotten about, which was what almost the entire test was over. You made revisions on your test and slid them into a file to save for the final over that class, and started to read the next chapter in the textbook.

You idiot, you really didn’t double check that you studied everything? You don’t deserve to be here, you’ll tarnish Diavolo’s name. Worthless, they should’ve picked someone else.

You gripped the edges of your textbook, trying to shake the words from your head. You knew they weren’t true, but deep inside you, you couldn’t help but feel like they were true.

You tried to come up with excuses as to why you had just forgotten about that section, but you couldn’t. You had locked everyone out of your room except for Diavolo and Lucifer, of course, so that you could study. You didn’t have anything distracting you, no demon or phone (which you had hidden away in a drawer by the bed).

So you really just forgot about it? You should be punished for that. You know how to do it, so why not administer them yourself?

But you hadn’t self harmed in so long. You had been clean for multiple years now, and you hated the thought of ruining that for a measly test.

But it’s not just the test, is it? You have possibly tarnished the name of your beloved boyfriend, you broke the respect you’ve gone through so many lengths to build with Lucifer also. You don’t deserve to have either of them, or to be in this program. Just do it, they won’t notice. You need to be punished.

Silently you went over and got the razor out of one of the new pencils sharpeners you had bought a few days ago because you thought they were pretty, and they were having a sale. Moving over to your bathroom, you shut the door and locked it, bringing the blade to your wrist and slashing it a few times. You let out a small breath, an almost instantaneous relief washing over your body.

The dopamine that you had been drastically craving for so long flooded into you again, and you almost didn’t notice the knock on your room’s door. You quickly applied bandages to your wrists after you cleaned them, slipping the razor into the folded towels under your sink and pulling down the sleeves of your turtleneck. You were still wearing your school uniform, just without the jacket on top of it.

After being grilled for two hours and then having to finish homework before dinner you just hadn’t had the time to change. You stepped out of your bathroom to find Diavolo standing by your desk, his back turned toward you and one of his hands placed on something, looking it over.

You felt your stomach drop and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in your closet with a nest of blankets and pillows and just wallow in the darkness, but your boyfriend turned to face you, his hand now gripping the paper, a mask of confusion covering his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I know that grade isn’t acceptable, I thought I studied hard enough I just-”

“[Y/N], I know you studied hard for this test. You didn’t let me talk to you for a good three hours. What happened?”

Tears welled up in your eyes and he came over, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands stroking the top of your head.

“I forgot an entire section from the chapter. I’m sorry,” You sobbed, and he shushed you.

“You don’t need to apologize, Princess. Sometimes that happens. It’s happened to me, it’s happened to Lucifer. Sometimes we just forgot.”

“But ‘Volo, I can’t forget. My mistakes look bad on the both of us, not just me. Imagine if that grade was worse, how tarnished this exchange program would be?”

His eyebrows laced together.

“Princess, your grades can always come back. One bad test doesn’t harm much, considering your grade in that class, it shouldn’t affect you much.”

You stayed quiet, biting on your bottom lip.

Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you. That’s all demons do, lie. Are you really going to believe him over me, something you’ve known for so long?

You wrapped your arms around him, heat radiating off of his body. You didn’t believe him, he didn’t discredit that your grades could tarnish the program, so you would just have to make sure to study more. You could stand to skip a few meals, anyway. Then you could study and still manage to keep up your social life.

“‘Volo, no offense, but why did you come to my room anyway?” You ask him after you calm down a bit.

“I’m supposed to take you dress shopping for the ball coming up, remember?”

Suddenly the conversation the two of you had a few days ago came back. He wanted to instill some human school things, and you mentioned dances to him, and he was more than thrilled. He scheduled one for a few weeks from now as soon as he could gather the student council.

“Oh, yeah. I’m not changed or anything, just give me a few minutes, please. He nodded and walked over to your bookcase, filled with books from the human realm that you enjoyed, though some spots were vacant due to Satan.

You chuckled at him, going to your closet and picking out a long sleeved shirt and some skinny jeans, tucking in the shirt and making sure the sleeves covered your bandages.

“Alright, I’m good,” he turned and smiled at you.

“Beautiful, you know I love that color on you.” You blush and nod, taking his hand as he drags you to dress stores to find a base dress because “Barbatos can add anything you want to it.”

You felt bad, but then thought that Barbatos might enjoy something else to work on other than Diavolo’s issues.

You both decided on a simple long-sleeved crimson a-line dress, asking Barbatos to add whatever he felt would look nice. You had enough trust in him, and you’re sure that Diavolo will pitch in some ideas, too.

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Your plan of skipping meals had worked well enough, you steered away from the brother’s questioning by grabbing a granola bar from the supply you kept in your room and showing it to them before you left for school each day. You packed a few grapes and other soft fruits for your lunch so when you were in the library you wouldn’t disturb anyone.

You had been studying enough that you felt confident in your next few tests in any classes, and your efforts paid off when you passed all of them. Lucifer seemed pleased, and so did Diavolo when you showed him.

You still ate dinner with the brothers when Diavolo didn’t invite you out, but slowly you started to lose your appetite. You didn’t want to eat. You’ve noticed how much trimmer your waist was, and how much clearer your skin was. You knew it wasn’t healthy in the slightest, but you felt better about yourself. And if you could improve your grades and lose a few pounds, it couldn’t hurt to do this for a few more weeks, right?

That night was a try-on for the dress for the dance, to make sure it fit you correctly with the shoes you planned on wearing and the add-ons didn’t take away from any place or attract eyes to any place you didn’t want them to.

You were met by Barbatos at the foyer, and he led you to the dress’s room. You gasped when you saw it. Underneath a light and on a mannequin stood your dress in all its glory: the red dress had black tulle added underneath to add a bit of volume to the skirt, and red flowers were embroidered to the chest area and the sleeves.

“Barbatos, this looks beautiful!” You exclaim, walking over it to feel the fabric.

“I told you she’d say that,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice, and you look over at him and smile, quickly looking back at the dress. “Are you going to try it on, or are you going to let the mannequin model it?”

You squeal and nod, Barbatos unzipping the back and leading you and the dress over to a division. You quickly undress and step into the dress and he zips you up.

You look in the mirror and frown slightly. It doesn’t sit on you like it did, and you expected that because you were losing weight, but you didn’t expect this much. It had only been a few weeks- maybe two or three- it shouldn’t fit you like this.

“Is something wrong, Miss?” You quickly look at Barbatos and shake your head.

“No, no it’s amazing,” you run your hands over the gap in the waist and the shoulders before stepping out from behind the curtains.

Diavolo’s face flashed confusion for the quickest of seconds before returning to adoration.

“Ah, that looks stunning on you, Princess.”

You feel blood rush to your ears and cheeks before Barbatos comes at you with pins, pinning it where it needed altered. He fit it so that it laid against your body like it had in the dressing room at the shop.

You thanked Barbatos when he was finished, and he brushed off the thanks, saying that it was his duty.

You walked with Diavolo back to your dorm, and he offered to buy ice cream. The thought of ice cream made your stomach rumble, but then the thoughts of how many calories filled it also came and you told him you were hungry.

“[Y/N], I asked Lucifer and he said you hadn’t eaten dinner for the past few days. I also find it hard to believe that a granola bar and handful of fruit can keep you filled at all. Why aren’t you eating?”

He had stopped and grabbed your wrist directly over where the scars were healed, but the skin still felt slightly tender. You winced slightly and pulled away.

“Princess, please. Talk to me. I won’t judge you,” he comforts after you stayed quiet.

Don’t tell him. You’re perfectly fine. You know you are. Why is it his place to tell you what’s best for your body?

You felt a sudden wave of anger so strong you wonder if there was a lesser demon of wrath around impeding your judgement.

“Why does it matter?” You snap at him. “I’m thriving right now, I’ve never done better in school and I’m managing to lose a few pounds. I’m doing good.”

He’s just jealous. He’s trying to hold you back.

“Why are you trying to hold me back? I thought you would be proud of me.”

“I am proud of you Princess, but you can’t sacrifice your health to make me proud. Please, Princess I’m worried.”

You roll your eyes and look at anywhere but him.

“Can you just take me home, please.”

His mouth opens like he wants to say something else, but instead just closes his mouth and nods.

“Of course, Princess,” he comes over to you and laces his fingers with yours, and you walk in tension.

He kisses you when you reach the gate of the House of Lamentation, and you part ways.

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You didn’t have another issue until the next night, when you were setting up a small nest of pillows in your closet. You had put a light in there and made it a perfect place to study, other than your desk.

“Hey, Normie, Lucifer says you have to come to dinner tonight,” you hear Levi’s voice call to you through the door.

You huff and call back that you weren’t hungry and you could practically hear Levi’s eye roll through the door.

“He said if you said that to send Mammon so he could pester you, so I think I’ll just save you the agony of that and just tell you to come now.”

You scoff and pull on a flannel, buttoning it up over your sports bra you had been wearing.

You open the door and walk with him to the dining room, sitting at your place. You could feel all of the brother’s eyes on you, and you could hear Asmo whimper slightly.

“[Y/N], what have you done to yourself?” You hear him whisper, and you choose to ignore him. You hadn’t seen any of them but Lucifer for at least 5 days and that’s what he chose to start whatever conversation they planned on having with you?

You look at the plate in front of you, it was spaghetti and a side salad with garlic bread. Coincidentally, one of your favorite meals on Earth.

You pick up the fork to the side of your plate and place the napkin on your lap, stabbing a tomato from the salad and putting it in your mouth. You could still feel the eyes of the brothers on you.

“Why are you all staring at me? Please stop,” you ask them, and they almost immediately diverted their gaze to their food where they started to eat.

You finished the salad and took a bite of the garlic bread, almost gagging immediately. Not because of the taste, you noted. So why had you gagged? You placed the garlic bread down before taking your napkin off of your lap and setting it beside your plate.

“You think you’re done?” You hear Lucifer ask. You frown and look over at him, your heartbeat picking up in your chest.

“Yes? I’m not hungry. I wasn’t planning on coming to dinner but you made me anyway,” you told him, and pushed away from the seat.

“No, sit back down. You’re not done eating,”

“Yes I am, Lucifer,” you shot back, but you didn’t move from your seat.

Suddenly you were overloaded with all of the brother’s pleas that tried to make you eat. You felt the room start to spin as you look at the plate of food. You could only imagine the embarrassment of trying on that dress and it not fitting correctly, of you looking like a laughing stock next to Diavolo in an ill-fitting dress.

“[Y/N], please, you have to eat.” You heard a brother say, and to be honest you couldn’t remember or discern which one it was. All of their voices were melding together.

“No! I don’t have to do anything! I’m not fucking eating okay? You’ll have to deal with it. I can’t. I can’t eat this food, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.”

You stand up from the table, rushing out of the room and to your room, fastening the lock on your door that even Lucifer couldn’t get through with his powers, only Diavolo. You went directly into your closet after grabbing the blade from the towels and shut the door. You were in almost pitch black other than the little sliver underneath the door, but you didn’t bother turning on the light before you cut into your wrist. But you didn’t feel the dopamine this time, so you made another one.

Your movements were in such hysterics at this point that you didn’t notice how many you had made and how bloody it had gotten before you heard your door open and a bunch of feet come running in.

“Princess,” you hear Diavolo’s voice.

“Please, make them leave. Please,” you whimper out, loud enough for them to hear. You hear a few pairs of feet leave and a door close before Diavolo opens the door, looking at your wrists.

“Princess-” he started, and you sobbed.

“I’m sorry, ‘Volo, I’m so sorry, I just-”

“It’s going to be alright Princess,” he soothes you, and thankfully the cuts weren’t that deep, they had already stopped bleeding when he rinsed them in the sink.

He brings you to your bed after he puts ointment on the cuts and bandages them.

He sits leaning against the headboard and brings you to his lap and leaning against his chest.

“Princess, I don’t expect for you to talk to me unless you want to, I’ll wait here as long as you need me to.”

“Are you angry with me?”

“No, no! Of course not. I’m more disappointed than anything. Princess, you know you can tell me anything, and I’m saddened that you thought that the only resort you had to take whatever you were feeling out was on yourself.”

“I didn’t want to burden you. You have so many duties.”

His hand came up to rest on your hair, stroking it and rocking you slightly.

“All of my duties can be waived. I can always deal with my duties at another time, but how would I be able to console you if you are dead? How am I supposed to help you, Princess? I don’t want to lose you. I’m watching you waste away to nothing right in front of me and I don’t know why, I don’t know anything!”

“I just feel a lot of pressure from school, I guess. It’s a lot of changes at once, and I was never very good at changes. Then I started studying more in place of meals, and I started losing weight, and I liked the results. But now I can’t eat more than a few bites of anything substantial at mealtimes, because I’m scared I’ll look like an oaf standing next to you in my dress if I gain any amount of weight.”

“Princess, you shouldn’t treat yourself like an object. You aren’t just any ‘exchange program member’, you’re my girlfriend. You’re the one I want to marry, the one that will carry our children eventually. You aren’t an object to make me look better, you are your own self. You shouldn’t base your value or how you treat yourself off of other people’s perception of you or how you think they perceive you.”

You stayed quiet for a good while, thinking about what he said. You leaned back away from him, looking into his beautiful golden eyes, bringing one of your hands up to rub your thumb on his cheek bone.

“Can you help me, please? I need help. I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Of course I’ll help, Princess. Everyone will help. Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, and I’m sure even Mammon and Barbatos will help in their own ways.”

You smiled slightly.

“I love you,” you tell him before laying back on his chest.

“I love you too, Princess.”

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 1274

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You look at your alarm as it’s non stop blaring wakes you from your sleep. While turning off the alarm you think to yourself, ‘Why do I have school today? I wish I could stay home.’

You get out of bed and get ready for the day. When you’re done you head to the dining room. You’re the last one to arrive.

As you get closer to the door you hear the brothers talking but can’t make out any of their words because of their hushed tones. As you enter all the brothers stop talking and look at you. You notice this but decide to brush it off.

“Good Morning everyone.” you say while walking over to your seat at the table and sit down. “Good Morning!” Asmo says a little too cheerful. “Morning (Y/N)” says Satan.

Levi, Mammon, Belphie and Beel leave as soon as you sit down. “Good Morning Mikayla.” says Lucifer as he watches his brothers leave the room. You watch the three brothers leave with confusion on your face.

There was an unpleasant silence in the dining room so you decide to eat your breakfast quickly so you can get out of there. As you’re eating your breakfast you stop eating and notice no one has said happy birthday to you. Maybe they don’t celebrate birthdays? Or maybe they have forgotten? No, there’s no way they could have forgotten, you have been talking about this for days, subtly of course. You get pulled out of your train of thought by a voice. “(Y/N)?” says Lucifer. “Oh… Um yes?” you say as you look at Lucifer as he and Satan are standing up. “We are going to head to school would you like to walk with us?” asks Lucifer. “No thank you, I’m going to finish my breakfast, but thank you for the offer.” you say as you look at your barely touched plate full of food. “Okay just don’t be late.” says Lucifer as him and Satan walk out of the room. You finish your breakfast and head off to school.

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The school bell rings indicating that it is lunch time. You walk to the cafeteria and expect the brothers to be sitting at your normal table but they aren’t there which is odd because they normally get there before you. You notice Luke, Simeon, and Solomon sitting at a table and you walk over. “Hey guys…” you say a little nervous. “Hello (Y/N). What are you doing over here?” asks Simeon. “Um I was wondering if I could sit with you guys today?” you ask while watching for their reactions. They all look at each other and nod their heads. “Of course you can!” says Luke. You sit down and eat your lunch while talking and laughing with the three of them.

As you’re leaving the cafeteria you spot Levi. You run up to him. “Levi!!” He turns around, sees you and his eyes go wide. “Why weren’t you in the cafeteria?” “Um…. I’ve got to go!” He then runs away.

‘What’s going on? Why are they acting so weird? Did I do something wrong?’ You think about these questions all throughout the rest of the day.

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At the end of the day the final bell rings. You get a message from Lucifer. You pull out your DDD and read the message:

Lucifer: Diavolo has called a student council meeting. None of us are able to walk you home. I have arranged for Simeon to walk you home.

You: Ok thank you for letting me know.

Just you are about to put your DDD away, you get another message:

Lucifer:You’re welcome.

Lucifer: I know that it’s short notice but Diavolo is having a special formal gathering for the student council members and the exchange students. It is mandatory that you are there.

You: Oh ok, I’ll be there.

You put your DDD away and meet up with Simeon and head home.

You thank Simeon for walking you home and you go inside. The house is very quiet, especially since you pre the only one home. You head to your room and get ready. You decide on a red dress with black heels and some light jewelry. Just as you are finishing up your makeup you hear a knock at your door. “Come in!” You yell so they can hear you from the bathroom. Lucifer comes in and asks if you’re ready to go. You say yes and you follow him to the entrance hall and out the door. “Where is everyone else?” You ask curious and suspicious. “They are already there.” Says Lucifer not looking at you. You continue to Diavolo’s in silence. As you walk in you’re treated with a, “SURPRISE!”

You look around the room and see Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Solomon, and all the brothers. There’s streamers, balloons, a cake and a banner with ‘Happy Birthday’ written in giant letters. You stand there in shock before you start crying. Everyone’s faces turn to concern. With concern in his voice, Lucifer asks, “Why are you crying?” You look at everyone and then at Lucifer, “I..I thought you and your brothers were mad at me. You guys were avoiding me all day today. And I thought you forgot my birthday and….” Lucifer interrupts you, “The reason you didn’t see us today is because some of us…” he looks at Beel, Levi, Mammon, and Belphie. “....can’t keep a secret at all or from you. And as for the forgetting part of course we didn’t forget. You’re special to us.” You look at everyone and say, “Thank you all so much for this. I really appreciate it.” “Okay let’s get this party started!” says Mammon as the music starts to play. You laugh and dance with everyone and enjoy yourself. Diavolo stops the music and asks for everyone’s attention. He announces that it's time for presents. “Awe you guys didn’t have to get me anything!” you say. “It’s customary in the human world to give presents so we want to embrace your customs while you are here.” says Diavolo with a gentle smile. You head over to the table with the gifts. Mammon hands his gift to you and says that you should open it first. You smile and start to open it.

Mammon gives you a bracelet with the words ‘Mammon was my first”. You blush as you read the words. Asmo gives you a dress in your (F/C). Satan gives you a book written by your favorite author. Levi gives you a game the two of you can play together. Lucifer gives you a necklace that compliments your eyes. Beel gives you a coupon for your favorite restaurant in Devildom. Belphie gives you the softest blanket ever. Diavolo gives you a case for your DDD. Luke gives you a cookbook. Simeon gives you angel wing earrings. Solomon gives you a souvenir from your home. You look at everyone and say thank you and hug each individual person. “There’s one more person that needs to give you a gift.” says Diavolo. Much to your surprise you see Barbatos come out of the kitchen with a large birthday cake. You look over at Beel and see him drooling. Barbatos puts the cake on the table. “Thank you so much Barbatos!” you say walking up to him to give him a hug. “You’re welcome, it’s also your favorite flavor.” say Barbatos as you pull out of the hug. “No way thank you!”

*Female MC just cause I’m a girl so from my perspective they’re a girl*

*MC talking with Solomon*

MC: “Look, Mammon- you’re not Mammon.”

*Mammon bust out laughing off camera.*

Solomon: *chuckling slightly* “I know we kind of look alike, but still.”

MC: “I’m sorry! Apparently he’s on my mind right now.”

Mammon: “As I should be.”

MC: *rolls her eyes.* “you’re just that hot.”

Mammon: “Exactly.”

Asmo: “I feel betrayed.”

*when Satan and Lucifer switched bodies in the story, but for the sake of skit, they don’t actually switch. When it says ‘Satan’, it’s supposed to be Lucifer in Satan’s body.”

Lucifer: “Satan, I’ve told you to keep your forbidden books out of reach.”

Satan: *just looks at him with a raised brow.* “That’s my line.”

Lucifer: “Fuuuu***, I’m supposed to be you.” *everyone lightly chuckles*

Satan: “You are Satan. I am you.”

MC: “Cause that’s not confusing.” *Says sarcastically*

Lucifer: “Let’s try this again. Wait, what’s my line then?” *Levi with script jogs over to him* “Okay, I got it.”

Levi: “You sure?”

Lucifer: *Rolls eyes.* “Yes Asshole. Now start the scene.”

Satan: “I want to point out how much Lucifer isn’t like his character.” *says with a small laugh.*

MC: “Yea, and you two are actually best friend. As long as the viewers think you hate each other it’s okay.”

Mammon: “I’m not as much of a trouble maker in real life.”

Director: “That’s debatable.”

Mammon: “Pulling a prank and actually causing trouble are two different things.”

Everyone: “He has a point.”

*MC going around with a camera.*

MC: Lucifer! What is the biggest difference between you and your character?

Lucifer: My character cares a lot more about how his brothers act than I do.

MC: *snorts* Yea, you don’t give a shit.

Lucifer: I really don’t.

*MC goes to Mammon*

MC: Mammon! Same question.

Mammon: I don’t cause nearly as many problems, and Lucifer and I get along a lot better in real life.

Asmo: Yea, that’s an understatement.

*MC laughs and ask Asmo the same question*

Asmo: I’m not as vain in real life. Like, I know I’m attractive, but I don’t think I’m perfect.

MC: It’s not vain if it’s true

Asmo: *Playfully gives a flirtatious wink* That’s true.

*MC goes over to Satan and Levi*

Satan: Lucifer and I are practically best friends, so that’s the biggest difference with me.

Lucifer: *jokes while looking at his phone* That’s because I’m irresistible.

Satan: *laughs and jokes* he doesn’t have a flaw.

MC: *laughs and turns to Levi* What about you, Levi?

Levi: Um, probably that I’m not really shy in real life.

Belphie: Yea, he does public speaking on weekends.

MC: Do you really?

Levi: Oh yea. Try and motivate people to be themselves.

MC: Aw, that’s great! *turns to Belphie and Beel* What about you two?

Beel: Besides the fact that I don’t eat nearly as much? Probably that I’m an actually not that good at sports. At least sports involving a ball. I do rock climbing, but…”

Mammon: *jokingly mocking* “oh I suck at sports, but I do this really hard sport that normal people can’t do.”

*everyone laughs before looking to Belphie*

Belphie: Besides the fact that I don’t sleep all the time, probably that I don’t know anything about stars. Not a thing. I don’t know what I’m talking about half the time on the show.