#obeymexreader

Won’t tease you in public but as soon as ya’ll are alone? Ho ho, he’ll never shut up about it

Smug, the definition of smug

You had to go and inflate the ego of The Lord of Pride even more

Very possessive afterwards

Congrats, You know have a scary guard dog demon!

Mammon

He probably wouldn’t even really notice at first

He’d probably compliment how good you smell, Then would slowly realize…

Great, Now he's yelling gibberish while his face slowly gets redder and redder

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack, don’t do that to me!” But will become very clingy

If you say his shampoo smells good, he may lose his mind.

“Well of course ya wanted to smell Like the great Mammon!” 

Levi

Poor awkward nerd

He never saw this coming

I think he would realize you used his shampoo but won’t say anything

Flustered to the max

You have broken him

Levi.404 has stopped working, please reset.

After like the third day, You’re gonna have to bring it up

Secretly really likes it, Won’t tell you that though

Satan

I think he is very picky about scents so he knows as soon as you walk into the room

A little bit of a tease, asking if you were trying out a new shampoo

Smug 2.0 

He would tease you a little bit around the others but not bad

He would flood you with compliments, You using his shampoo would make him very lovey-dovey

Expect him to ask for ya’ll to just use the same stuff from now on

Asmo

Oh honey, he knows.

He knew before you even got out of the shower.

But that doesn't mean he's any less excited!

Better plug your ears because he will let out the loudest squeal known to mankind

Seriously, Lucifer may come and check on ya’ll helicopter mom

Asks what you do and don’t like about it

He just wants you to feel as fantastic as he does when using it

Everyone will know you used his shampoo, He brings it up in every conversation

Would also 100% ask you to use his bath products 24/7

Beel

Now Beel has never been really into insane products like Asmo or Luci

So he may not really recognize it at first

If you decide to tell him, This man will become a happy demon puddle

He’ll give you a big smile and tell you you’re free to use any of his stuff at anytime

We don’t deserve Beel

Will bury his face into your hair and just stay there

Takes you out to Hell’s kitchen that night just because he loves you so much

Belphie

Oh this little shit

Tease! He won’t quit bragging!!

Smug 3.0

Such a brat about it too, He won’t let anybody near you, Well of course he’d let Beel, but who wouldn't?

He has practically locked you up in the attic with him

Why go outside when ya’ll can cuddle? 

Diavolo

Has really expensive products 

He may even have a custom scent

If so, He’ll know instantly that you’ve used his shampoo

He’ll bring it up with a large grin on his face

When you confirm his suspicions, he’ll just laugh

He’s so happy ya’ll are close enough to share things like that, You have no idea!

He may make a sly comment to Barbatos or Lucifer just because he’s a little possessive

Will follow you around like a lost puppy, Now Barbatos is mad at you because even less of his work is done

He can’t help it! He just loves you!

Will be the third on my list to offer ya’ll to just share bath products

You thought that everything was going smoothly until you received orders from your father. He is telling you to make Lucifer take you as his wife, no matter what it takes.

Just a few days ago, a banquet was held in the Demon King's castle, and Diablo personally gave his blessing when Lucifer announced his engagement to MC.

"What should I do?" You feel like a mess, emotionally and physically exhausted.

You collected yourself and made up your mind after a few days of contemplation. You sent a letter to the House of Lamentation and tidied yourself up.

Meanwhile, at the brother’s residence, an unexpected letter has arrived. Satan was shocked when he received an invitation letter that came from you after days of not being able to get a hold of you.

"Where are you going?" Mammon asked him when he was about to leave the table in the dining hall. "I have some matters to attend to." He said so and quickly left.

"What was that about?" Lucifer asked when he arrived at the dining hall since he stumbled on Satan while he was on his way there.

"Don’t ask us; we don’t know. By the way, where is MC?" Leviathan asked.

By the time Satan arrived, you had finished tidying up and were waiting for him to arrive.

You were shocked when he rushed to your room and slammed the door open.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he rushed to you. You smiled bitterly. You were reminded that no one would ever show you this kind of concern except for him.

"Of course I am; why? Did someone tell you that I was beaten up and I am nearly dying?" You jokingly asked.

"But"

His face is full of concern.

You cut him off by saying, "As you can see, I am okay." You spread your arms wide just to let him know that you are perfectly well.

He was about to say something, but he stopped before uttering a word.

"I see. Then may I know why I was invited over?" He asked with suspicion.

You smiled at him.

"What do you mean? I simply wanted you to meet me one last time." You said that to him.

He grabbed you by your shoulder and shook you upon hearing your answer.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, and he sounds angry.

"I meant what I meant," you told him.

"What do you mean by that? Are you going somewhere?" He asked, looking around to see if you had some luggage that you had prepared.

"Stop shaking me. I feel dizzy. I haven’t taken proper sleep either," you said.

He stopped abruptly after hearing your words.

"I’m sorry. Are you okay?" he said as he carried you to the nearest sofa.

"I’m fine either way; stop babying me," you cried. He put you on her lap and is holding you like you are a baby. You are blushing so hard, embarrassed at what he is doing.

"Eh? Why? Don’t you like me treating you this way?" he teased.

"I like it though, he said with a seemingly hurt tone.

You sighed at his response.

"Anyway, I have a favour to ask," you say, trying to lighten up the mood.

He looks at you, confused.

"A favour?" he asked.

"Yes. Actually, the truth is that." You told him your plan.

"What?! Are you serious?" He asks in a high voice.

You nod.

"I can just kill him if that’s what you want," he said with killing intent.

You shook your head. No matter how badly you were treated by your father, you don't want Satan to kill him.

"Even if it’s you, Diablo won’t overlook it if you kill my father since our family is one of the longstanding supporters of the royal family," you reason out.

He looked down, and you know that he himself is aware that what you said is true.

"I believe you won’t let me down." You said you looked at him with hope.

"All right, I will follow you," he said, laying his head on the crook of your neck. You reddened when you felt his breathing.

"Thank you."

"All right. Now that we have talked about your problem, will you hear me out?" he said.

You sighed.

"What is it this time?" you asked, and he started to rant about how Mammon went ahead and spent a lot of grimms while he was out.

"As always, it is Mammon, I see," you said.

This is definitely not just a one-time thing, so you are pretty much used to it.

"Then why didn’t you ask MC for help?" You asked. You don't know yourself; why did you even bring it up when you knew that you might feel hurt asking?

You were sure that if it were her, Mammon would definitely say yes to anything.

"MC is just too good. She would definitely go easy on him again."

You nod, and you are also aware of the fact that MC is a good human.

"I see, so you want me to be the devil who takes over the teaching of lessons to Mammon since I am not as soft as her?" You stated.

"Yes."

"Okay, then Bring him to me. The door to my torture room is always open."

"Anyway, I heard that the next banquet will be held at the Demon King’s castle." You said that and played with his hair, which he really liked. He reminds you of cats; was it because he loves cats so much? you thought.

"Yes, the annual celebration of the standing royalty will be held."

"Then we will execute it on that day, and I am sure that Father will be attending the banquet."

You were one hundred percent positive that he would leave, but you made a mistake.

"What are you doing here?" A dominating voice echoed.

You slowly turned back and saw your father staring at you with disgust and suspicion.

You did not utter a word and just waited for him to say anything else.

"Ha! Do you think that I am a fool?" He said that and slapped you hard enough that she was sent a few inches away. You caressed the cheek that was hit and looked down.

He continued to rumble about how you made a mistake by turning your back on him and how you are useless.

You just stay still while he speaks, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

He went closer to you, and you took the chance and stabbed him straight through the heart. You smirked, but you heard a laugh not that far from you.

"Do you think I am naive not to see the bloodlust in your eyes?" Your father spoke from a distance.

The figure in front of you vanished like smoke.

You look at him with gritted teeth.

"Father, why are you doing this? Aren't you satisfied that we are honoured in the kingdom?" you asked him.

While he was away, you discovered a lot of things that he did. He was planning on taking the throne in the first place.

He did every dirty thing imaginable and unimaginable, from abducting denizens to experimenting on them. There was not a single bad thing that he did not do in order to seize the throne.

"What do you mean honoured? No, That Bastard was just like his father—someone who doesn’t deserve the throne. We are demons! We are not supposed to be kind. Did you see how they embraced that human? What a disgrace!" He exclaimed.

You wanted to laugh; did you get maltreated because of this reason? Growing up, you didn’t even hear your father call your name.

The distance between you shortened, and he punched you in the stomach. You throw up blood. He grabbed you by your hair and forced you to stand.

"This slut, you are just like your mother. Why can’t you just listen to what I ordered you to do?" He said. It is obvious that he is greatly enraged after being reminded of your mother.

"Is that why you killed my mother?" You asked.

"What are you talking about?" She chose to die by herself." He said it with no faint hint of sadness, regret, or whatever.

You laughed while tears streamed down your face. He just looked at you while you laughed like some crazy woman. You smiled at him bitterly and pointed a dagger in your heart.

"What are you trying to do?" Suicide?  Go on! "  He said.

"Do you really think that my mother just died without preparing for the future? Let’s die together. You bastard!" You said that before stabbing your heart.

You know that your mother died after putting a binding curse on both of you so that if you were killed, he would die alongside you, but she was not able to remove the reverse of it. Although it would have been a different story if he had died of old age or if he had killed himself.

He quickly realised what was going on, and in an attempt to stop you, he ran towards you. At the same time, footsteps came from many people.

"Y/N!" A voice came from a person whom you knew well, but he was too late.

The dagger was already in your heart, and you coughed up blood once again.

The next thing you knew, you were on the floor. You can see Satan running towards you.

Why did you come? Are you an idiot? you thought.

He saw your father crawling towards you with blood all over him, and Satan kicked him away from you before heading your way.

"Y/N; please no. Hold on tight; I will save you no matter what," he said as he put his hand on his cheeks.

It’s the first time you've ever seen him cry.

"Why are you crying, dummy?" You asked.

"How could you ask me that? You promised me. You promised me you'd be safe," he says while continuous tears flow.

"Yeah, and I’m sorry for breaking my promise to you."

"Please don’t do this to me, Y/N. I l-lo-love you," he said, sobbing.

You smiled bitterly.

As I have thought, I really did fall for you. you thought.

You know that he loves you, but you pretend not to know.

"Maybe if you had told me that earlier, I would have dated you," you said jokingly.

You coughed up more blood; you know you don’t have much time left.

"Perhaps in the next life you will date me?" You asked him.

He nods his head while gripping your hand, which he has been holding since awhile ago.

"Tantan I love you," You said, smiling.

Those were the last words Satan had heard from the only woman he had ever loved.

On that day, a loud cry from the basement was heard. An agonising heart that was left with wounds.

He walks with a bouquet of flowers in his hand; he kneels and leaves it.

"I’m here again, Y/N." He said it with a smile.

He proceeded to tell stories, like he always does whenever he visits.

"Satan, let’s go!" Lucifer screams from afar.

"I’ll be there in a bit, he shouted back.

"I will get going now. I’ll visit again." He said that and got up.

After walking for a few meters, he stopped and looked back.

—

“I just don’t understand,” Simeon starts, a crease forming on his forehead. “Why were the emojis I sent… inappropriate?” 

“Simeon, a lot of people use the eggplant emoji to mean…” You glance around the mostly-empty hallway, and rise up on your toes to whisper in his ear. As soon as you’re finished explaining, his cheeks darken and his eyes are wider than you thought possible. He’s too cute for this world, you think as he raises a gloved hand to cover his mouth.

“So, you see now why I was sort of confused. Right?” You ask, a dusting of pink on your own face. 

“Oh dear, MC. I– I apologize.” Simeon cringes, realizing what he’d accidentally done. He could die of embarrassment. 

You laugh and pat the technologically clueless angel’s arm. He’s so special. Kind, smart, funny. But, despite being thousands of years old, somehow naive at times. “It’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean it like that.”

“Do any other symbols have secret meanings?” He asks, a scared look in his eyes. You stand next to him as he scrolls through his emoji keyboard and point out the ones that could have not-so-angelic meanings.

“That means what?!” Simeon asks, in disbelief, when you reach the sweat droplets emoji. His face is burning. And yours is no different. “I… can’t believe I’ve been sending it to Luke when it’s hot out.”

“I’m sure Luke has no idea. It only means that in… certain contexts. Like, if you paired it with an eggplant,” you explain softly. He sighs, thankful that at least he isn’t somehow sending dirty texts to his pseudo-child. Then he puts his phone away, unwilling to learn more.

“So, um, would you like to come over for some leftover eggplant parmesan?” Simeon asks, his eyes on the ground and his face warm.

“Sure.” You try your best not to laugh, but when your eyes meet his, you can’t help it.

—

Simeon had been drawn to you since the day you met. You were easy to talk to. You were sweet and friendly and helpful. You gave off a light, some sort of beacon in the darkness of the Devildom. He wasn’t sure where that light came from. Or why he could see it. Until recently.

He has feelings for you. Of this, he is certain. They are undeniable and unrelenting. And, as much as they frighten him, he can’t shake them. What’s more, he doesn’t want to.

So, that’s why he’s been walking you home. He’s in love and he’s not sure what to do about it, so he’s decided to follow you like a puppy as long as you’ll let him. And last week, when he invited you over for leftovers, you didn’t laugh in his face. (Okay, well, you did, but only because he’s technologically illiterate.) 

Besides inadvertently sexting you, Simeon thinks he must be doing something right. He cringes inwardly, remembering how he’d felt when he learned that people had some pretty vulgar uses for cartoonized fruits. But he shakes that away.

For the past week, or maybe longer, he’s been trying to find the courage to tell you how he feels. And while he’s written these feelings before, he can’t say he’s ever felt them. And there is a stark difference. 

For instance, when he’s writing, he controls each characters’ feelings and responses. He knows what one will say, because he knows what the others’ reaction will be. What if you were to go off-script? The idea is nauseating. 

So, now, on the walk to the House with you, he’s anxious. His stomach is in knots, and not just because he let Solomon help with dinner the night before. The two of you are walking side-by-side and he can vaguely hear you prattling about something, but he has no idea what. Because his heart is pounding in his ears. And he can barely focus on moving his legs in time to walk with you.

“Don’t you think so, Simeon?” You ask, looking up at him.

At the sound of his name, he gives you a confused look. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Weren’t you paying attention?” Your eyebrows are scrunched.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t. My mind was elsewhere.” He admits, looking away sheepishly.

You smile, “Oh, it’s okay. I was just saying how weird it is that it’s always night down here. I’m still not entirely used to it.”

Was it night? He’d hardly noticed. Your smile has that effect on him.

“Oh, yeah. It is strange. Of course, where I’m from, you get neverending sun.” He replies. 

“Huh. That sounds kinda… awful. No offense.” 

Simeon laughs at your honesty. “It’s a big change, but a welcome one. I rather enjoy the night. How about you? Do you miss the sun?” 

The two of you are approaching the stoop of the House. He’s running out of time! 

“Oh yeah, I miss daytime for sure,” you say, rummaging through your bag. “I’m always terrified to walk anywhere alone here.” You add before triumphantly pulling out your keys.

Simeon is well aware of the dangers of the Devildom. He can’t imagine how frightening it must be to a human. The thought of anything happening to you…  

“I’d be happy to accompany you anywhere you go.” Simeon offers. 

Your eyes widen and you start to smile. “Really? That’s so sweet.”

He merely nods. Oh Father, his palms are sweating. That ruins his plan to hold your hands and pour his heart out. Think quicker! Simeon takes a deep breath as you turn to unlock the door. 

“MC?” He says, softly. Nervously. 

You turn back towards him, just in time for him to swoop down and place a kiss on your forehead, taking you by surprise. Your mouth drops open and you drop your keys. And you don’t have time to respond, because as soon as you feel it, he’s gone in a blur of white.

Simeon’s face is on fire as he soars through the dark, Devildom sky. He did it! He did it! Wait… He did what exactly? 

As he nears his own dormitory, he realizes that, instead of confessing his feelings to you, he’d slapped a kiss to your head and flew away. Like a coward. 

“Oh, feathers,” he says, bringing a hand to his own forehead. Maybe he at least got the point across?

You press your fingertips to the searing spot on your forehead, wondering what had come over the angel. You step into the House, still confused. Do… Do angels just spontaneously kiss their friends on the head? 

Stranger things have happened, I guess, you think as you step into the entrance hall, noting the cow hanging from the chandelier. “Hi Belphie.”

“Hmmph.” 

“Are you… asleep?” You ask, but don’t get a response. Lucifer must’ve strung him up for skipping class. You continue to your room and start to tap out a text. As soon as it’s sent, your heart does a flip.

There’s a knock on your door and, before you have time to pretend you aren’t there, it swings open revealing the Avatar of Lust. “Hi Asmo. What’s up?” You say, trying your best to seem normal.

“Hey darling, I just wanted to ask if this top looks okay with this neckl–” He pauses and gives you a once over, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you so blushy?”

“What? I’m not blushy,” you deny, though you can feel the warmth in your cheeks. Asmo sits down next to you.

“Yes you are. And I thought only I could fluster you so.” He sighs, dejectedly falling backwards onto your mattress with an arm over his face.

“Simeon kissed me,” you blurt out. Asmo sits up immediately, with a grave look on his lovely face.

“He what?” 

“I… uh, he kissed me on the forehead.” You explain, pointing to the spot. 

Asmo furrows his brows, “That’s… odd.”

“It is?” 

“I… Sweetie.” Asmo takes a breath and exhales slowly. Instead of his usual, cheerful expression, he wears a serious one. “Our little sister, Lilith. She fell in love with a human…” He trails off, letting you fill in the blanks. 

“Oh. Right…” Your heart clenches and your hands clutch your DDD.

Asmodeus smiles sadly and puts an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t look so sad, dear. Maybe… Maybe He is more forgiving now.” He offers, but he doesn’t look convinced.

—

Simeon is still kicking himself for flying away like an idiot when his DDD makes a noise. It is, however; the special noise that it always makes when you text him, so he grabs it. 

You can kiss me properly next time. If you want to. <3

He reads it several times and has a smile on his face for the rest of the evening. 

—

You’d spent all night fretting over your situation. And you had eventually come to the decision that it was too risky for you to pursue Simeon any longer. For his sake, you had to put a stop whatever it was you had. Even if it broke both your hearts.

But, you supposed letting him walk you home one last time would be all right. So, you’re walking silently beside him, trying to figure out how to let him down gently.

“MC, may I take you up on what you said last night?” Simeon asks as you near the gate, shaking you from your thoughts.

You’d been hoping that he’d forgotten the message, so you wouldn’t have to turn him down. But… Now that he’s here looking at you like that, you can’t refuse. You nod slowly and he exhales before leaning down to press his lips against yours. 

His lips are soft. And warm. And angelic. 

You pull away abruptly. “I, uh, really need to head inside. I’ve got cooking duty tonight!” You lie, rushing up the stairs to the door. 

“Do you need any help?” He offers.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll see you later!” You wave, then shut the door and leave the angel alone on the walkway confused. 

He was so sure that you… 

Maybe he was wrong.

—

Once Simeon gets home, he goes to ask for advice from his only other human friend. He finds Solomon in his bedroom, reading a dusty-looking book. The sorcerer listens intently as Simeon breaks down his last few interactions with you. 

“I just don’t understand. I thought… See, they said yes, but then they froze up and rushed into the house.” Simeon says, recounting his most recent encounter.

Solomon thinks for a moment. “Maybe they just got nervous.”

“Hmm.” Simeon considers it a possibility. “What do you think I should do now?”

“Try to be more direct? Tell them exactly how you feel.” Solomon says with a smile before turning the page.

Simeon nods. He can do that.

Wrong. 

Over the course of two weeks, he spends approximately six minutes alone with you. You’ve started walking home with one of your demonic housemates every day. You don’t answer your messages as quickly as before. And when you do answer them, it’s often with short, one word replies or stickers. 

It’s starting to stress him out. 

He can’t understand the radio silence. You tell him that you’re busy with class projects and he believes it for a while, but… You seem to have time for everyone except him. 

He finally catches you with free time and invites you over for lunch. When you accept, he’s relieved. And excited. He’s telling you today. Today! 

He’s just finished preparing something delicious for you, with help from Luke. (And Solomon, who’d agreed to stay away from the kitchen for the day.) Simeon dusts his hands off and takes a step back to admire his work. The table looks wonderful, all it needs is you sitting on one side.

The chime of the doorbell rings throughout the house, startling him. He checks his appearance with Luke quickly and rushes to answer the door. 

When he opens it and starts to usher you inside, you don’t move. You have a sad look on your face.

“MC?” Simeon asks. He notices Beelzebub on the sidewalk by the mailbox, leaning against the fence.  

You take a deep breath. “I just came by to say that… I don’t think we should see each other anymore. At least for a little while.”

Simeon’s mouth drops open. His eyes search your face, waiting for a grin to break out. For you to say ‘Just kidding! Let’s go have lunch.’

But you don’t. He can’t form any thoughts in his mind or on his tongue. “W-what?”

“I’m so sorry.” You say softly. Then you turn and rush down the steps to where Beelzebub is waiting. The two of you start in the direction of the HOL and Simeon stands stupidly in the doorway, watching you leave.

“Simeon, MC. The cookies are…” Luke starts, coming into the living room. But he stops when he sees his guardian standing alone at the door.

“Where’s MC?” The younger angel asks.

Simeon swallows the lump in his throat and shuts the door, leaning against it for a moment to take a breath. Then he turns. “They left.” Is all he says as he walks past Luke and to his room. 

—

Simeon spends the next few days hiding away in his room. He leaves to go to RAD and comes right back, to brood alone until bedtime. He does his best not to show how devastated he is, but it’s rough. He’s not even sure what he’d done wrong. He was so sure…

Regardless, he tries to keep a pleasant expression around Luke. And everyone else really. But there’s not really a point, because by now, everyone knows what happened.

Currently, he’s sitting on a chair in his room, gazing out the picture window at the dark, cloudy sky. He has the view memorized. Four small bushes, each of them filled with blooming roses. Four trees, one of which has a bird’s nest in it. The fence around the border of the backyard. A streetlamp on the far right side.

And… MC walking down the street with Asmodeus?

As soon as he sees you, rain starts to trickle down from the sky, making Asmodeus lift his coat over his head. And the two of you start to run. He watches until you’re around the corner, then becomes content with watching water droplets on the window pane, how they race to the bottom and fall. 

How melodramatic. Simeon huffs out a sigh. He has better things to do than stare out the window, hasn’t he? 

Simeon makes himself rise from the chair to go fetch his TSL notes from the desk. He settles himself back into his seat and starts to reread what he’s got. But, as he reads, he finds himself uninterested in it. 

“The pacing of this chapter is entirely too fast. What was I thinking?” Simeon rolls his eyes and starts to make notes for future him. 

“Too fast?” He repeats to himself. He drops his notepad and rushes out of his room, scaring the hell out of Solomon in the process. 

The wizard nearly spills the cup of tea he’d been bringing. “Where are you going so quickly?” He asks as he recovers.

“I have to talk to MC. I think I know what I did wrong.” Simeon says, opening the door. He doesn’t give Solomon enough time to talk him out of it. Instead, he unfurls his wings and dives off the porch.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach the House, even in the hastily deteriorating weather. He spots you and Asmo just reaching the stairs.

—

“I hate this weather. It was humid earlier and my hair is already hard to manage,” Asmo whines. 

“I know,” you sigh.

“Show a little sympathy, MC! It’s practically wilted—” Asmo cuts off to look behind you, mouth dropped open.

Your eyebrows scrunch, “What is it?” 

Asmo merely takes you by the arm and spins you around in time for you to see Simeon’s feet hit the ground. The angel’s cape is wet and his hair is plastered to his forehead.

“I need to talk to you MC. Please?” He asks as his wings fold up and disappear behind him. And with the look on his face, you can’t help but agree. 

“Okay.” You say with a small nod. Asmo gives you a look. “Go in, Asmo. Your hair is getting ruined.” 

“Oh, fuck.” Asmo curses, still with his coat over his head. The Avatar of Lust climbs the stairs and stands on the porch, waiting for you. 

“What is it?” You ask, with your eyes on the ground. You focus on a puddle forming in the dirt. Simeon steps closer to you.

“I have to apologize.” 

You make a face and look up at him. “For what?”

“For pressuring you. You see, I thought things were going well. I care so much for you and I thought I was taking the next step. But, if it’s too fast for you, that’s all right. We can slow down.” He says, an earnest look on his face. 

“Simeon.” You try to stop him, but he just continues.

“I just miss you. And I’m sorry for what I did.”

“Sim—”

“Please, give me another chance. I’ll fix it.” The angel pleads, staring into your eyes. You can’t believe what you’re about to say.

The corners of your mouth tremble. “No.” Your voice breaks, taking his heart with it.

“No?” Simeon repeats, devastated. His eyes are watery and the lump in his throat only expands, making it hard to breathe. “Why?”

Your own eyes are brimming over with tears and as hard as you try to blink them away, you can’t. They start to stream down your face, alongside the rain. Simeon reaches out for you, but you shake your head and he freezes.

“I can’t do this. I can’t–” You sob. The rain picks up. “I won’t be the reason you fall, Simeon. I love you too much. I won’t let it happen. Not because of me. So, please, just… Just go home.”

Simeon lets out an uneven breath. You’ve been worried about him this whole time, trying to protect him. It makes his heart swell. Of course falling had crossed his mind; it was a horrifying possibility. But you were worth it. Oh God, you were worth everything.

Simeon takes another step, closing the distance between you. “That isn’t your decision to make.” He says. Then he takes your hands in his and smiles at you softly, fondly. 

“Whether we are together or not, I will love you. Whether I’m an angel or… not, I will love you. Nothing can change that. These feelings are already in my heart; I’m afraid I can’t do anything about them. What happens to me now is up to my Father and no one else. You hold no responsibility for my fate.”

You gulp, “but–”

“I would rather be with you than be an angel,” Simeon insists. You blink again, new tears are forming, for a completely different reason. 

“But you…”

“Falling isn’t something I want to do, but if that comes, at least I’ll have a soft place to land.” He says, a smile playing on his lips. 

You snort a laugh, “Simeon–”

“I love you, MC.” He declares.

“I love you too.” You reply shakily, as if you’re waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike. Simeon beams at your words. You step forward, into his arms, and both of you can breathe again. The angel is wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. 

“More than my wings. More than my life.” He whispers into your ear. And he means it. Though, he does shudder when a clash of thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet. It’s… just a coincidence. 

“May I kiss you properly now?” Simeon asks, making your eyes widen. When you nod, he tilts your face up and presses his lips to yours. Thunder rumbles yet again as you break apart. 

“Awww!!! This is so sweet, I’m dying!” You hear from behind you. Both you and Simeon furrow your brows. When you turn to look, Asmodeus has his DDD pointed your way. He gapes at your murderous expression and bolts off, into the House.

“ASMO!” You shout, chasing after him and dragging Simeon behind you by the hand. You nearly trip over the rug in the entrance hall, but Simeon keeps you steady. He laughs as you hurl curses at the Avatar of Lust and adores the way his hand feels in yours. 

"God Levi how can you stay in the water for so long ? it’s so cold in here ! my feet are freezing !" MC took her feet out of the water, bringing her knees to her chest in an attempt to warm herself up, going out at night wearing only a nightdress sure wasn’t a good idea. "You know MC, I was quite literally made to be in the water, not to stay on earth" Leviathan started swimming towards her "Why don’t you come inside ? The water won’t feel as cold as it does now once your whole body is submerged" She smiled and gently shook her head, letting go of her knees and putting her hand on her boyfriend’s wet cheek "No, I can look at you from here ! You look really happy and that’s adorable !" The demon sank his face halfway in the water in a failed attempt to hide his blushing face.

Watching him swimming away, MC noticed something, his tail and horns weren’t here. "Hey Levi ?" he hummed and turned around to face her "why aren’t you in your demon form ?" Leviathan didn’t really knew what to say. He was a bit self conscious of his demon form, for some reason he was afraid he might scare or disgust her, especially after what happened during the TSL tournament they had when they first met. "It would probably be more comfortable for you" She said with a soft smile to reassure him after noticing his lack of answer. "Yeah, you’re right" Her words made the demon feel a bit more at ease and so, his long snake tail and his horns appeared but the young girl knew that it wasn’t it. "Levi, I meant your true demon form"

Her boyfriend started to shook his head while saying "no no no no no no absolutely not ! you don’t wanna see this trust me… I don’t like this true demon form, I look disgusting and scary, I mean more then usual" MC put her hand in the water to pull on his tail and grab him towards her so their faces would only be inches away from each other. "Listen here you little otaku, I love you and no matter what you look like I will always love you. I never saw you as disgusting or scary, I know you have a degrading kink or something but you really need to stop calling you that !" Upon evoking his filthy little kink Leviathan started blushing because of shame "Why would you want to see me like that anyway ? It’s not like sea monsters are sexy…" "Because I love you ! And I wanna know each and every part of you" The demon sighed, reconsidering for a bit "You promise you won’t break up with me right..?" MC noted, smiling as always "I promise !"

Leviathan placed both of his hands on the border of the lake, on both sides of MC’s knees, trapping her. Closing his eyes, Levi started to grow much bigger, becoming stronger but also taller. Black and dark blue scales appeared on both of his arms, going up until his pecs and stopping right before his abs. His tail and both of his legs disappeared they were replaced by a long, really long, snake tail, making him look like a mermaid. His nails got longer like claws and she noticed the palms between his fingers. Leviathan kept his eyes closed, scared of seeing her reaction, scared of seeing her disgusted. Gently she placed her hand on his arm and he flinched under her touch, to reassure him she started lightly caressing his scales, trailing up to his face. "Leviathan ? Leviathan please look at me, I’m not running away" He shook his head. "What ? You’re not speaking now ?" He shook his head, again "Ooh come on now please don’t be a-" She stopped when she noticed the gills on his neck "Oh my god ! You can breathe under water !" "Yeah well of course I can you idiot I- !" Leviathan accidentally opened his eyes and he spoke, so he knew she saw them, she saw his shark like teeth, as sharp as knives, made to eat flesh, flesh like hers. He immediately put a hand on his mouth and he swam away from her "You saw them..I knew it was a bad idea to show you this… You’re probably scared of me now.." MC was hurt, does he really hate himself this much ? She felt a little pain in her heart upon thinking this. The human tried calling his name multiple times, but he wouldn’t answer, he wouldn’t even face her.

He loved her, he never loved someone as much as he loves her and loosing her would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him. It’s already a miracle she chose him among all of his brothers. Since it was no use calling his name, MC decided to jump in the cold water while wearing only her nightdress in order to get to him and hug her boyfriend to finally have his attention. She placed her arms on his broad shoulders, forcing Levi to jump out of his thoughts. "MC what are you doing ?? I thought the water was too cold for you !" "And it is !! But you wouldn’t answer so I just had to get your attention" Leviathan felt a bit bad, she did this just for him ? He doesn’t deserve her.. "Leviathan please listen and get that through your thick skull ! I love you !! No matter what you look like ! You will always be my one and only and I’m so proud of you for showing me your true form ! Thank you so much for this.." The demon felt his heart warm up. He gave his girlfriend the tightest hug ever and some small kisses on her cheek.