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The Demon Brothers (Minus Asmo) at Their WorstĀ Pt. 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi)
To the anons who gave me this idea, here it is. Unfortunately, I canāt say Iām all that happy to bring it to you, cause yikes this hurt to write. Iām grateful, however, because I believe Iām better for it. You shouldnāt always stay in your comfort zone.Ā I left out Asmodeus for personal reasons. Regardless of my ability, given the nature of this challenge, I donāt feel comfortable with writing nor posting graphic content of sexual violence and chose to refrain from doing so. Please do not ask for this to be written at a later date, I will politely refuse then as I am now.
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Warnings: THEIR SINS HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO AN EXTREME (AND ALL THAT IMPLIES), Abusive/Controlling Relationships, Violence, Threat of Human Trafficking, Drowning, Angst, Regret, Suicidal Thoughts
This is all for the purposes of fantasy and in no way an endorsement for these behaviors in real life. Be nice (and smart) with your lives, my friends.
Intro: Maybe the MC should have known better. It should have sunk in a long time ago that they were in incredibly risky territory... They should have remembered that these men, though they call them friends, family, and perhaps even lovers, are still demons at their heart and core. Each of them are the embodiment of some of the worst behaviors man has to offer... MC, there are some people you just shouldnāt date, even if they love you, and now you suffer the consequences...
Lucifer
Itās not difficult to see how Pride can go awry. Self-confidence and dignity are wonderful things, but let them build up unchecked and all manner of petty, vindictive behavior can surface from within a person...Ā
Lucifer is far from immune to these flare ups. In fact, he falls victim to them so often that they may as well be ingrained in his personality. If you do anything that mocks or belittles him, even if itās small, youāll get a reaction. One thatās usually more severe than offense calls for...
The MC knew this going into a relationship with him. Supposedly, they knew all the no-go zones, too. Donāt make fun of him or Diavolo, donāt mention the Fall or his back, donāt call him a nag... That sort of thing.
What they hadnāt expected was the full brunt of the expectations suddenly leveled on them.
To say Lucifer was demanding would be an understatement. Everything about him had to be poised, powerful, collected, and perfect. Whether he realized it or not, these expectations bled into their relationship as well.
It started with him nitpicking little details... The way they stood, how they styled their hair, maybe a comment or two on what they ate. But it progressively got worse...
Suddenly he found problems with the way they dressed, what they listened to, what shows they watched, even how they greeted him in the mornings!
Before too long, nothing was right to himā¦ Nothing was good enough. They were his other half, his biggest vulnerability, and in order for him to feel secure about that they had to be perfectā¦ However Lucifer defined it.
They listened to him at first. Though his comments stung, he could be so loving tooā¦ He truly made them feel special. Like he wouldnāt be trying so hard if it were anyone but them...
But pretty words and kind actions could only go so far. They couldnāt completely erase the vitriol being tossed at them day after dayā¦Ā
Slowly, with every little change, they could feel themselves start to dwindleā¦ The choices they made felt foreign, the lifestyle they held became draining, and then one day they realized they didnāt even look right anymoreā¦ They were no longer the person they wanted to be.Ā
Lucifer was doing what he set out to do: train them, break them, then mold them into something new... So they could be perfect...
Just like him.
One day, however, they just couldnāt take being the person he wanted anymore...
He found them in their bedroom just before a party that Diavolo had been planning for weeks. Their hair wasnāt fixed and their clothes were a mess. His frustration nearly skyrocketed until he saw their face, vacant and broken, staring blankly straight aheadā¦
He couldnāt rouse them. They wouldnāt move no matter how much he shouted, threatened, or swore...
ā¦.they didnāt even budge when he beggedā¦
His brothers eventually noticed something amiss and took them away. Their disgust with him was fairly evidentā¦ They probably would have tried something had he not been the strongest.
He had taken something wonderful and squashed it... Hurt someone he truly loved and ruined what they could have had to protect his damn egoā¦
Lilith, his brothers, and Satan especiallyā¦ was everyone he tried to care for just bound to end up broken tooā¦?
The MCās recovery was slow. They had a lot of damage to repair and a whole new identity to build. He stayed out of it as much as he could, burying himself in work and seeing his brothers less and less...
Heād done enough damage to them anyway...
Mammon
The Greedy, Scummy Second-Bornā¦ Words to etch on his tombstone. Mammon had heard it all before from all angles: the demons above him, below him, hell even a passersby on the street would know his face and his laundry list of a rap sheet...
The one person who seemed to look past all that was MC.
He truly didnāt know what sort of karma heād gained or luck he scored to have them in his life. They didnāt just see him at his best side, they made him want to fix his worst...
But thatās easier said than done, isnāt it?
The sad truth is Mammon is a gambler at heart. Oh he loves the money, the riches, fine things, and the bling but what else does he enjoy? The rush.
Thereās nothing like that feeling of triumphant when the dice falls your way or the pure exhilaration of a close bet. When all cards are on the table and everythingās stacked against you, eking out that win can cause a head-rush better than any orgasm heās ever had... The higher the stakes? The better the high.
But maybe he went a little too farā¦
Itās one thing to bet Grimm, he can make more of that in a night. Itās another to bet items, harder to replace but not impossible. Peopleā¦? Well. If you want high stakesā¦
MC was actually with him that night when he made the āgreatā decision to bet his most valuable treasure on poker match. He was running out of Grimm and thought that the added risk would make him play betterā¦
He thought wrong.
MC hadnāt been at the table at the time he made the deal, but they had come back just in time to see him get his ass handed to him. He lost. Spectacularly.
When the other demons there came over to encircle MC, it already felt like his world was crumbling down around him... The look of confusion, then hurt and betrayal in their eyes forever seared themselves into his memory.
āYou bet me in a poker game?!ā
It sounds almost comical, but he knew what the demons were planning to do to them wasn't. And just seeing the way his humanās wrist snapped when one of the men wrenched their arm from them confirmed it.
He wouldnāt let them get away with that. When the threats escalated to violence, he took his share of punches but in the end he was left standing.
The MC was furious. He had just whittled their entire existence down to a bargaining chip and one that he tossed away carelesslyā¦
Yeah, heās truly a scumbag, isnāt he?
They didnāt talk to him for quite a while, despite him begging for forgiveness. There was always a part of him that wondered why he even botheredā¦ He had done it before, and in another gambling-induced high he would probably do it againā¦
Theyād honestly be better off without him...
Leviathan
Itās, frankly, quite difficult to be the Avatar of Envy. Every day Levi feels uncomfortable in his own skinā¦ Like he doesnāt measure up to this or that or like heās not worthy of being in the meager position afforded to him. He preferred to hide himself away and try not to dwell on itā¦ but then MC came alongā¦
For once, he felt like he had something. Something truly special. Something one of a kind and like no otherā¦ He couldnāt point to any of his brothers and say that they had something better, hell, he couldnāt even point to Diavolo and say that he had a finer version.
No. He had them. The one, the only, MC. Better than all the rest. His only great accomplishment in his miserable, pathetic life...
ā¦ so why did they keep leaving himā¦?
It didnāt hurt that badly at first when theyād tell him they couldnāt go watch some new anime with him because they had other plans. Sometimes theyād go off shopping with Mammon or have lunch with Beelā¦ That was fine. Understandable.
At least thatās what heād tell himself.
After a while though, he started to feel lonelyā¦ rejectedā¦ Was he not good enough for them? Surely that had to be it, right?? A miserable shut-in otaku with someone like them? What a joke!
Any time heād voice his insecurities, theyād always say the same things: āNo, donāt be silly!ā āI really do want to be with you.ā āI love you, Levi. Donāt you believe me?ā
No. He didnāt. With each passing hour spent away from him, time where he would get shafted for one of his brothers instead, he believed them less and lessā¦
Soon all he heard was liesā¦
Something possessed him that day. MC had just missed their third live stream in a row in order to be with his brothers instead. Which one was it? It didnāt really matter. He felt the stinging pain of isolation all the sameā¦
When the MC walked into his room they had no way of knowing that the festering hatred and inadequacy that had been stewing in him for months was about to spill over. His anger was so quick to spark and their human body too weak to resist...
It was only once he realized how long he had their head forced under the water of his aquarium that he finally let them up for air.
He was stepping over himself to apologize, stammering incoherently through his tears how he just lost control and didnāt know what came over him!
His brothers werenāt forgiving. Not in the slightest. Each of them seemed to want to beat him within an inch of his life and he didnāt blame themā¦ If he could get away with it, heād march himself into the sea and let it serve as his rightful prisonā¦
His punishments were severe, but not unending, and soon he was back in his room again. Now he never leaves it and the MC is never allowed back in, even if they want to be.
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