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Sappy Yandere was used to everyone fawning over him, giving him everything, obsessing over him. He never knew how it felt to act that way until he met you and you turned his entire world upside down. Suddenly everything is about cherishing you and being without you for even a second just makes him wanna cry. He’ll spoil you so long as you spoil him with attention.
Sappy!Yandere isn’t sure exactly when or how he fell under your spell but he knows he’s only under it because you want him to be. Before meeting you he wouldn’t have called himself an obsessive guy. It was usually the other way around.
People called him charming, effeminate, and tender hearted. But he was also a heavy flirt who used that to always get what he wanted. Yet he’d never get attached. To anyone. They were all toys for him to mess with and see how badly they could obsess over him.
Until things switched in an instant when he met you. Someone equally as flirty in his opinion and furiously unimpressed by his charms. It was like you could see right through his mask of indifference. Seeing the needy boy he kept hidden underneath.
And being seen by you rocked him to his very core. It made him feel warm and a strange urge to submit to you.
He couldn’t stop thinking about you when you weren’t even around. When you were there he wouldn’t stop trying to woo you. Nothing he ever did was enough. He wasn’t enough for someone as amazing as you but he desperately wanted to be.
It was driving him crazy, making him mad. It fractured his entire reality. Till it rebuilt itself around you.
Eventually he had stopped flirting with anyone else. Or giving attention to literally everyone that wasn’t you. It felt wrong. If it wasn’t you then it was as if a hollowness dug deeper into his chest. He couldn’t do it anymore, the meaningless flirting. Not when trying to win you was so much sweeter.
Getting his way was boring, he was used to it. It didn’t give him the same satisfaction anymore. If by the end he wasn’t getting you then he didn’t see the point.
Everything he did now came down to getting you what you wanted instead. Doting on you and cherishing you. Just to see that precious smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye.
It made his cock so fucking hard just to see it. Even worse when you’d reward him. Make him feel all special and seen with your attention. He was getting spoiled by your love. A love that had felt better than anything he felt toward the people he causally used to flirt with.
With you it was special. The slightest hint of affection had his cock twitching with interest. Your eyes on him had him leaking, completely u touched, until he was ruined. Boxers soaked through and he wouldn’t have even cum yet.
Another thing he’d experienced since falling under your spell. Not even needing stimulation when just the thought of sliding into your slick warmth, of being gripped so tightly it bordered on suffocation, was enough to have him explode inside his boxers.
The actual sensation of your affection was better than anything he ever could’ve imagined though. When you finally gave into him, just a little bit. Gave him a taste. Let him treat you how he’s always wanted.
Right then and there he knew he could never be without it again. And when you withdrew a few minutes later it was like being separated from a limb.
Tears had sprung to his eyes and rolled heavily down his round cheeks as he blubbered like a fish. Begging and pleading for you to not draw away from him. He needed you. More, he just needed a little more. Then he’d totally be fine.
Now he starts sobbing, tears gathering in his lashes whenever you don’t kiss him quick enough when you guys meet up to hand out. If you’re at a party with your friends and he can’t see you he’ll start whining for you. He’s tried getting you to wear a teacher but you keep saying no, no matter how much he pouted.
He’s also always the one carrying your purse. Not only because it’s the gentlemanly thing to do but also so that he can snoop through your things and look in your phone. Deleting dick pics and other guys’ numbers to replace them with his own.
Of course you still dated around. It’s not exactly like you two were together. At least on your end. Meanwhile you were it for him, he had no interest in anyone else. He’d just have to slowly get you to only see him too.
As much as he’s in your bed nearly every night making you cum on his cock, his tongue, his fingers, and even his thighs. Still you continue to draw others into your orbit. You’re the only thing he needs, why can’t it be the same for you? The thought nearly had him crying again.
To distract himself he’ll spend hours with you; hands gripping your hips and slamming your spent body down his shaft over and over again. Bringing you to climax more times than he can count.
Fucking you all around your home. On every piece of furniture and in every position he can think of. Probably creating a few moves in the process.
His favorite moment is when you reach that point, too fucked out to even stand. So he’ll hold you up by the throat, your back pushed into his chest as you both watched yourself in the mirror.
Making sure that when you squirt for him it sprays all over the clear glass till you’re blurry. Desperately watching for every and all signs of your pleasure. It’s one of the main draws of the position, obviously.
When he could no longer fuck you on his cock he’d bring you down onto his mouth, adding in his fingers till his jaw ached and his digits cramped up. He lied. It will never be just a little more, he could never get enough.
Even as you’re both cuddling and coming down from the next dimensions your pussy has sent him into he rocks you against his thigh. Keeping those sparks of pleasure tingling throughout your body. It’s all he wants to do.
You’ve completely broken him into a million fragile pieces. Only to put him back together exactly the way you want him to be. And he loves every moment of it.
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scent marking fic was super cute!! I’m gonna rub my face all over them before they get a chance!!
a/n: tysm!! i'm so glad yall liked pt 1 :,)) here is pt 2 :p
cw: fluff, mentions of sex in asmo's part bc it's asmo, pre-relationship -> relationship
pt.1 pt.3
scent marking - younger brothers
what if demons had the same scenting habits as cats? i like to think demons have the same scent points/habits as cats do. they have scent glands on their face, hands, and hips.
satan
- he's also sly about how he scents you at first
- he'll invite you to read with him, and by the time you finish the second chapter he's scooched over to press his hip to yours
- he's definitely a hopeless romantic so i can see him offering his arm for you, holding his hand out when you come down the stairs, etc. little gentlemanly things that double as scenting opportunities!
- loves studying with you bc 1. he gets to spend time with you and 2. you're constantly trading supplies and notebooks. his scent is all over your schoolwork now :)
- he's pretty chill about it until you start to smell like lucifer more and more often. he will do whatever it takes to replace that scent with his
- once you start dating he's really obvious with it, almost smug - especially when you're in lucifer's view
- he always has an arm around you or linked with yours, almost instinctively, he just needs you close all the time
- demons sharing habits with cats is not lost on him, and he thoroughly enjoys this fact. he has told this to lucifer as a reason to let him have cats. it did not work, even with you backing him up
- this also means he knows when you've been petting cats without him. where are they, mc.
~~
The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages. You and Satan sat across from each other, textbooks spread out, studying for an exam. His sharp eyes flicked between his own notes and yours, and though his focus was impressive, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his presence.
"Need help?" Satan asked, his voice a smooth drawl. He was leaning just a bit closer than usual, and you found it hard to concentrate with him so near.
"I think I’ve got it," You replied, trying to ignore the strange warmth blooming in your chest. But, then the air around you shifted. It was subtle at first, but soon it surrounded you, pulling your attention away from your books.
Satan’s gaze flickered to your neck, then back to your eyes, “You smell... interesting tonight,” He said, his voice lowering.
You swallowed, trying to ignore the flush spreading across your face, “I… what do you mean?”
His lips curled into a soft, knowing smile, “I mean, you smell like me,” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "I like it."
Before you could respond, Satan pulled back, his eyes dark with amusement. The scent lingered, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.
“Are we still studying?” You asked, though you knew the answer already.
He grinned, “I think this session’s over.”
asmodeus
- he scents you because who wouldn't want to smell like him???
- jk he likes when you smell like him because you're always on his mind and it's only fair that you're always reminded of him, too!! nobody tell him you can't smell shit
- he's usually wearing perfume and doesn't bother scenting anyone (except occasionally solomon), so you're usually the only thing that really smells like him, and it only makes him more obsessed with you
- he's cheeky and obvious when he scents you, he wants you to know and approve
- even before you're together, he's touchy with you. greets you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, always holding your hand or linking arms, etc.
- he likes scenting you, but he also likes it when you share perfume. again, he doesn't smell like him most of the time, so people don't recognize his scent. but they do recognize his rare perfumes!!
- probably likes scenting you the most during sex. it makes it more intimate for him - you're not just a quick fuck to him
- probably washes your clothes with his so you have the same detergent smell
- he wants you to ask him to scent you. he likes being reminded of the fact that you love him, too <3
~~
You were relaxing in the HoL’s lounge when Asmo appeared - holding a small, elegantly decorated bottle.
“Darling! I’ve found something perfect for us,” He said, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “A perfume - just for you and me!”
You raised an eyebrow, curious, “Matching perfume?”
Asmo nodded enthusiastically, “Exactly! My brothers scent you all the time, but nobody recognizes my scent. With this,” He held up the bottle, "Everyone will know you're mine!"
He uncorked the bottle, and a delicate fragrance of sweet vanilla with a hint of jasmine filled the air. You inhaled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.
“It’s... really nice,” You admitted, blushing slightly.
Asmo grinned, tilting his head, “I knew you’d love it, darling. Here, let me help you apply it.”
He guided your hand to dab a small amount on your wrist, then swirled his own on the inside of his arm. Instantly, the matching scents intertwined - soft, comforting, and intimate.
“There,” He said, holding your wrist gently, “Now, whenever you smell this, you’ll think of me... and I’ll think of you.”
You smiled, your heart fluttering, “I like that.”
Asmo leaned in, his face close enough that the fragrance of both the perfume and him enveloped you, “Of course you do, darling. It’s us in a bottle.”
For the rest of the evening, the two of you stayed close, the soft scent lingering around you both - a little invisible reminder that, in every sense, you were connected.
beelzebub
- you are family. family together smell🩷
- no but actually he just sees you as part of the pack so to speak, so scenting you at first isn't romantic it's just. what he does.
- if you ask him what he's doing it's just "scenting you." like it's obvious. he doesn't do it to be controlling, and it isn't hurting anybody, so you let him do his thing
- belphie probably has to tell him that yes, mc is family and beel scents all of them occasionally, but never as often as he does with mc. maybe there are other feelings there?
- he'll think about it for like, a day, and then tells you. he doesn't see the point in hiding it, and trusts that you'll see him the same if it isn't reciprocated (he really hopes it is, though)
- when you're dating, nothing really changes with his scenting habits. he might increase how often he does it if you smell like anyone but him or his brothers, but that's about it
- he is very sad you can't scent him back </3 sure, he smells like your shampoo after cuddling but it's so faint its not the same :(
- sorry but he will try and scent you post-workout. it's when the scent is strongest! mc please, where are you going he's not that sweaty
- preferred scenting method is to just pick you up. all scent points are touching and he gets to kiss you!
~~
You were sitting at the dining table, buried in your notes, trying to memorize the last few pages for an upcoming exam. The quiet of the House of Lamentation was broken only by the soft rustling of your papers, until Beel plopped down beside you, a curious look on his face.
“Whatcha doin’?” He asked, peering at your notes.
“Studying,” You mumbled, a little stressed, “I need to focus.”
Beel hummed, tilting his head, “Hmm... lemme help,” Before you could protest, he leaned closer, and a faint, comforting scent of his natural warmth washed over you.
“Beel...” You said softly, cheeks heating up.
“You smell different tonight,” He murmured, voice low. “Like... like you’ve been working really hard. I like it.”
You blinked, flustered, “Are... are you... scenting me?”
Beel’s lips curled into a shy, awkward smile, “Maybe... it’s my way of making sure you’re safe. And mine,” He admitted, brushing a hand lightly against yours.
The warmth of him was undeniable. The scent clung gently to your clothes, mingling with your own, and for a moment, all your stress melted away. You could feel his steady presence beside you, protective and grounding.
“You’re cute when you concentrate,” He said softly, leaning just a little closer, “I like being near you like this.”
You smiled, your heart fluttering as his comforting scent lingered around you, a quiet, tender mark that said without words, I’m here. You’re mine.
belphegor
- he's flopping himself onto you every chance he gets anyways - scenting you is simply a byproduct
- he's sooo annoying and obnoxious about it too, like full-on pressing his face against you
- doesn't care if anyone else is around either. diavolo could be sitting in the same room and he's still rubbing on you like a cat, practically purring
- if you even slightly let on that you enjoy him scenting you, he's somehow even more annoying.
- he glues himself to your side, yall are practically one being at this point. best way to smell like him is always having him around!
- once you're together, he acts the same, but with a lot more teasing. he'll sneak kisses onto your neck when he's nuzzling and then tease you when you go red.
- he will steal your sweaters so it's only fair you steal some of his back. except he's playing 4d chess and now you smell like him! his evil plan worked
- doesn't like when you smell like anyone but him or beel. he'll lay on top of you until he's satisfied the other demon's scent is gone
~~
"You smell weird."
"H-What?" You and Belphie were meeting up to walk home after RAD, and those were the words he chose to greet you with.
He didn't answer you, leaning into you to sniff your hair, "Gross. Who have you been hanging out with?"
You leaned away in turn, playfully smacking his shoulder, "Okay, ouch. I don't smell gross. And, I haven't been hanging out with anyone - I've been at school. Same as you." You turned to walk away, knowing Belphie would follow.
He grabbed your hand in his before you got too far, pulling you to walk side by side, "It's not fair," His voice was half pout, half growl, "Other demons get to be so close to you their scent rubs off." He stopped on the sidewalk, facing you, "I'm the only demon you should smell like."
You rolled your eyes, though your heart gave an annoying flutter at how serious he sounded, “You make it sound like I’m rolling around with them.”
He didn’t smile. He stopped right there on the sidewalk, tugging you to face him. His purple eyes were sharper than usual - less lazy, more focused, "I’m the only demon you should smell like.”
You stared at him. “Belphie-”
He stepped in closer, his chest brushing yours. You could see the faint shimmer of starlight in his hair, the sleepy sort of magic that always clung to him.
“You don’t even realize what it does to me,” He said quietly, “When I catch another demon’s scent on you. It’s like they’re trying to claim you.”
You swallowed hard, caught between flustered and amused, “So what, you’re jealous?”
He tilted his head. “Yeah. Maybe I am.”
The honesty in his tone surprised you. No teasing. No lazy smirk. You opened your mouth to answer, but he was already moving - leaning in, his nose brushing your neck, then the side of your jaw. A low sound hummed from his throat, something between a sigh and a purr.
“Belphie-!”
“Shh,” He murmured, “Just fixing the problem.”
You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin as he lingered there, slow and deliberate, like a cat marking its favorite spot on the couch - or in this case, its favorite human.
He finally pulled back, eyes half-lidded, looking far too pleased with himself, “There. Now you smell like me again.”
You could feel your face heat, “...You’re lucky you’re cute.”
A faint chuckle rumbled against your arm, “I know.”
a/n: let me know if yall want me to do the younger brothers! hope u enjoy >_<!
cw: fluff, suggestiveness, mentions of sex in mammon's part, pre-relationship -> relationship
pt.2 pt.3
scent marking - older brothers
what if demons had the same scenting habits as cats? i like to think demons have the same scent points/habits as cats do. they have scent glands on their face, hands, and hips.
lucifer
- he's slick w it
- bumps into you in the halls at RAD whenever you've been spending more time with your classmates, his hip tapping yours
- his hand constantly lingers on yours when handing you something
- occasionally brushes your hair back, letting his knuckles trace your cheekbone
- he doesn't even realize he's doing it at first, he just wants needs to have everyone know who you belong to
- once you're together he's not subtle though
- he'll tug you into an empty classroom or hall just to nuzzle his face against yours and walk away like nothing happened
- he loves when you sit on his lap. he will offer a little massage but don't be fooled he's actually scenting your shoulders and back oops
- if his hands start to wander it's not his fault, he needs every part of you to smell like him.
~~
You were lying in bed with Lucifer, wrapped in his arms. It was a rare day where no work had to be done, and you made sure the brothers knew to not bother you - a lazy morning was in order.
Every so often, softly, as if to keep you from noticing, Lucifer would press his cheek into your head a little harder. Or shift his position, his hands dragging across your skin a little unnecessarily. You knew what he was doing, and while you couldn't smell whatever it was he was leaving behind yourself, you knew everyone else could (including Lord Diavolo. That was an unfortunate conversation), and you felt a bit of pride within yourself at the fact you had the third strongest demon in the Devildom wrapped around your finger.
"Something on your mind?" His voice rumbled deep within his chest, right below your head.
You poked his chest with your finger, lightly, "You."
"Is that so? What about me?" His voice had a teasting lilt to it. His hand was moving back and forth over your arm.
"You're scenting me."
"..I am. Is that an issue?" His hand was stopped now, resting on your shoulder.
"No, I actually think it's cute," Part of you was only saying that to call him cute, but it was still the truth nonetheless.
He sighed, hand running the length of your arm again, "I'm afraid you're the cute one, my dear."
His voice had a note of finality to it, but you still felt his smile against your hair.
mammon
- loser
- at first he won't scent you just because he's THE great mammon and he would NEVER bother with scenting a mere human okay🙄
- give it like three weeks suddenly he's moping because you smell like beel and on that matter why are you spending so much time with him anyways when your first man is right here??
- will say he's doing it out of principle, that of course he has to scent you. your first ever pact was with him and people need to know, mc!!!
- NO this is NOT cuddling, ok? he is simply resting his cheek on your shoulder because of... reasons, ok?!!
- probably never drops the tsundere act about it, just because it actually means so much to him that you let him scent you and he can't let you know that i'm afraid (you know anyways, of course)
- absolutely likes rubbing his face against your neck/shoulder during sex
- if you ask him to scent you be prepared for the ego boost he'll get with it
~~
You were on a mission. You had spent the day out with Asmo to shop and gossip, and during your outing he had offhandedly mentioned how he couldn't detect Mammon's 'stench' on you as much. And, well, that simply won't do at all.
"Mammon!" You barged into his room, where the demon in question was laying bed, scrolling on DevilTok no doubt.
He jumped at your exclamation, "Oi! You don't gotta yell, I'm right here!" Despite his words, he was already opening his arms for you to join him. You did, jumping ungracefully into the empty spot next to him.
You moved to sit on his lower stomach, straddling him, "I want you to scent me. Asmo said it's fading," Not quite, but telling him what Asmo actually said would probably cause an argument between them. You just wanted to cuddle your demon.
"W-What? You do?" His hands had found his way to your hips by now, squeezing lightly as his face got red, "I mean - of course you want The Great Mammon to share his scent with you!"
You rolled your eyes as he sat up, arms wrapped around you to keep you from falling, and a boyish grin on his face as he whispered,
"Where do I start?"
leviathan
- he's so nervous to scent you but like he really wants to
- you REEK of mammon and asmo and he wants to be the one you smell like💔💔
- still won't do it though. it'd be so obvious what he's trying to do, and the mere idea of you not wanting him to scent you, and consequently reacting badly, is enough to send him spiraling
- the most you'll get pre-relationship is brushing against his fingers when he hands you a controller
- even after you're together he's so nervous. why would you pick a yucky otaku??
- you'll probably have to make the first move and forcibly rub his hands on you (where they go is up to you wink wink)
- his tail probably has scent glands on it too, he wants you to cuddle up with it so bad please indulge him (and bring tissues for the inevitable nosebleed)
- no matter how long you've been together, he's still in awe that you want to share a scent with him
~~
"Levi~" You cooed from the demon's bathtub/bed. The otaku had been at his computer for a few hours now, and while you didn't mind, you still wanted attention. You're only human, after all.
He perked up at your voice, moving one side of his headset off to hear you better, "I'm listening, what's up?"
You got up, moving to stand behind him, "I was just wondering - all your brothers have at least tried to scent me, but you haven't. Why is that?"
He stiffened, immediately fumbling a kill on his game. He fidgeted as he answered, "I mean, I-I don't know, why would you want to share a scent with a gross demon like me?"
You expected that answer. Sighing, you leaned over his shoulder to pause the game, "I'm dating you, Levi. I like you, that's why. How else are the demons at RAD supposed to know I'm taken?"
His headset fell as he turned to face you wide-eyed, "You want people to know we're together?"
You sighed again, harder this time, and leaned down to his level, "Yes, Levi. And I think smelling like you is a good way to tell them."
You grabbed his face in your hands and brought your cheek to his, rubbing softly. He let out something between a sigh and a whine.
I know this was SUCH a longtime ago, but remember that poll of when you wrote how the actually demonic the Demon Brothers are when they're not talking to MC? Like how despite the way they act towards us, they're the ELITE of the ELITE, and demons still fear them. And they gave them every single reason to. Satan scacttering someone's brains to the wall with his tail out of annoyance, Mammon watching his opponent about to shoot himself in Russian Roulette, and Lucifer being threatening without even doing anything much. I was wondering, could you do that for the side characters too? You don't have to add the angels though because I doubt they'd do that.
Being with MC always brings out the best of them. They learned how to love and forgive. Though, as soon as they're not in the picture, some of their habits resurface.
It's almost a daily thing for DIAVOLO to take you out on a date. In fact, there are tens of photos of the both of you in Devilgram, the social media says how nice he treats you. A new demon who work for a high-end restaurant mistook "you" for "everyone". So when the new demon delivered the food you two ordered, he saw that you weren't there and so as a nice server he tried to strike small talk "Sir, what a lovely night—" "Eyes down." He raised his brow at the lower demon and scoffed "Who do you think you're talking to..?"
The aromatic scent of tea hung in the air as BARBATOS meticulously plated a delicate mille-feuille, his movements are silent yet practiced with grace. When the younger demon stumbled in and reached for a cooling tartlet without a word, his hand didn't even flinch, though his eyes sharpened. He simply let the silver tongs click shut which echoed against the stone walls. "It’s charming how you just... help yourself to the kitchen," Barbatos murmured, his smile perfectly curved yet absent of any warmth as he adjusted a stray crumb with a gloved fingertip. "I suppose I forgot that 'asking' is a bit of a formal hobby where you’re from,"
A demon form RAD found out how good of a writer SIMEON is and decided to ask him for advice. He was with MC during that time when he gladly agreed on helping, even telling him to wait by the purgatory hall for him. "Oh, you entered?" Simeon was slightly taken aback when he saw the demon waiting in the common room. "Oh, should I have not? I apologize!–" the demon tried to reply but was brushed off "Ah, it's nothing. It's just where I'm from..." and his voice turned a little more quieter, just enough for him to faintly heare "People of your rank, they usually wait by the door." and smiled kindly.
SOLOMON sat across from you, he had been nothing but a model of patience for the last hour, leaning over your notes to clarify a complex equation with softness in his tone. However, the moment you both finally pulled out your chairs to begin the drafting phase, the atmosphere changed. As the lesser demon in your group moved to slide into the remaining seat, Solomon didn’t even look up from his book, his voice dropping into a tone of effortless, "Ah-uh, while you're up, a glass of water, sparkling, not tap," he murmured, his smile remaining perfectly fixed as he finally met the demon's eyes with a gaze that treated the other boy like a piece of the furniture. "You’re a dear," he added.
You and MEPHISTOPHELES attended a banquet gala, as usual, the seat you two are in is in the front middle of the hall. The seat for elites. Even some of the brothers are there. But, at some point of the night, a demon you didn't know walked up and attempted to sit down. Mephistopheles only need to place down his glass on the marble table for the lower demon to stop, "Did I give you permission?" He said in such a casual manner, even the brothers didn't react. What permission is he talking about "But— my lord... Where am I supposed to sit...?" the demon cautiously asked and Mephisto replied with a simple glance at the floor.
RAPHAEL stood amidst the heat heat of the training ground like an unyielding marble. He had spent the morning offering gentle pointers on your footwork, his spear moving in lazy, rhythmic circles as he watched you practice. But when the lesser demon assigned to assist him fumbled a heavy crate of practice weapons, spilling iron blades near Raphael’s polished boots, his face didn't change but the atmosphere sure did. Raphael didn't flinch or offer to help; he simply looked through the trembling demon as if he were a minor inconvenience. "Step to the left," he murmured, the edge of his voice sharpening. "You’re blocking my line of sight to the horizon, and I’d hate to have to move you myself."
Something i have learned from the new obey me game, is that lucifer is deadass hornier than asmo. No matter what this man says, he’ll always make sure we know hes in the mood to do it XD freakifier is officially canon
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Referring to the biological counterparts of the brothers
Lucifer [Peacock]
When he lands anywhere, he does that extra flap thing that birds do before they put their wings away and everyone has been whipped by it at LEAST once
If you look at Lucifer’s wings from a certain angle, really closely, he’s a little shiny.
Has to pluck some wings sometimes and it’s like glitter in the sense that you will never. Get. Rid of them. They’re always lingering, always in some corner, and no matter how much you clean, they never go away.
Mammon [Crow]
Can, and will, briefly mimic people’s voices.
Remember’s every face. Maybe not their names, but he knows their face, and he especially remembers if they’ve wronged him or his brothers.
We all know he has a bunch of crows that Lucifer sometimes asks him to use to spy on Diavolo - so Mammon’s got an unintentional good grasp on some secrets and general Devildom gossip.
This is kinda a fun fact but, fun fact: CROWS HAVE DIALECTS! Explains Mammon’s funny way of talking.
Loves to collect, and loves to give gifts! Just… dont ask him about it. He’s still Mammon.
Levi [Snake/water snake]
He sometimes peels (shedding) a few times a year. It’s HORRIFYING to Asmo but. Leave him alone he’s growing :(
VERY good swimmer.
This is kinda a throwaway thought: What if he blinked sideways? Isn’t that dystopian to contemplate like. Especially if he can do it on command. Like wht is wrong with you
The HOL is always generally warm cause If it drops below a certain temperature Levi stops eating and moving altogether (brumation) and it’s worrying.
Satan [Unicorn]
The concept of me having to do double headcanons for satan but also headcanon for the unicorn. Is this real.
Can sleep standing up.
Kinda has nothing to do with a unicorn but: His tail is really sharp so he keeps it around his leg to not hurt anyone.
Can see really well in the dark, as well as camouflage pretty well.
Asmodeus [Scorpion]
Venomous. He won’t tell you when where or how but he is, somewhere, somehow.
His features glow in UV light. That has horrifying implications but anyway.
Not only his eyes charm you, if you watch him dance, you might be charmed (Scorpions dance before they mate!)
He complains abut being put into harsh situations but that’s just because it’s uncomfortable. Asmo can survive a long, long time without food.
Beelzebub [Fly]
Wait im noticing rn tht Belphie is a cow while beel is a fly and cows use their tails to shoo off flies. ? Match made in hell i suppose ?
Has the habit of rubbing his hands together after eating something good.
Can see behind him. This is why he is unphased by a lot of things. I don’t think he realizes that not everyone can do that..?
Very agile and has very fast reflexes!
If you look at his wings closely they kind of have that oil spill colour.
Belphegor [Cow]
Cows are gassy, so he burps a lot. Don’t ask about the other method. He’ll say it was Beel.
Cows surprisingly have a very good internal compass! Explains why Belphie really likes the stars, cause he’s just naturally inclined to face the correct ones when standing idly, like the north/south star.
Won’t ever demonstrate, but he’s a good swimmer. Well, “swim” is a strong word. He kinda just drifts and ends up where he need to.
Bonusssss
(These ones are just pure speculation cause they dont really have animals but here anyway)
Diavolo [Dragon]
He is really, really heavy. You might actually die if you try and pick him up.
Loves to collect anything rare or shiny - and he tends to be very picky about it.
Won’t ever admit it, but he’s can be very territorial over the people he considers “one of his own”. Hence him being possessive over Barbatos, Lucifer, and the other brothers.
Sometimes unintentionally or not lets out a low, almost undetectable growl.
Probably shakes the room when he laughs.
Barbatos [Snake bat eel thing…]
Definitely sleeps upside down.
His tail gives off slight electric shocks. Like a little tingle.
Can probably sleep standing up too, or even with his eyes open. Isn’t that a thought.
If it gets too cold, he’ll shut down completely, and then Barbatos services become out of service. Best microwave him to reheat.
There are times where you will be sitting at the dinner table, and you feel your entire body go cold along with a deep feeling of dread in your gut.
You pop your head up only to be met with Lucifer’s ruby colored eyes.
Now, when you make a pact with him, this feeling practically goes away. You can definitely sense his presence, but it doesn’t make you sick like it used to.
You asked him about it one day, and he only gave you an amused look. Of course you feel uneasy. The Morningstar is staring at you.
Of course you got curious about it, and ask around. You’ve already put your nose in their business before. More couldn’t hurt.
When asking the older brothers, Mammon and Levi know exactly what you’re talking about. They’re just playing dumb (Levi is really just going along with it because he has nothing better to do) and you know that they are because they’re giving you the smile you get after you ask a “human” question. They call them this because only a human would ever ask them.
The youngest brothers don’t seem to know what you’re talking about when you mention Lucifer’s stare. However, if you ask them if they feel uneasy at times, they almost all agree. As it turns out, the oldest brothers are the only ones who actually realize that it’s Lucifer’s doing. Belphie and Satan complain the most, as Lucifer is monitoring them the closest. You know that if you ask anyone, they’ll likely say it’s because they prank him constantly, but you know that he actually cares.
Diavolo chuckles at you when asked about the topic, but not in a mean way. In fact, he almost seems sympathetic. He explains that he feels the same way at times. He can feel him looking at him when his back is turned. However, he can hold eye contact with Lucifer without feeling any strange side effects. Unlike you who, before the pact, felt like you might be sick from anxiety when staring into his eyes for too long.
You did learn that Lucifer can’t sneak up in Lord Diavolo even if he wanted to, though. His presence is genuinely too strong, and it alerts the royal every time.
Barbatos refuses to answer, though he has a similar effect on you, so you assume that Lucifer likely does nothing to him given the power difference. Instead of making you anxious, he just makes you feel overwhelmed at times. He likely didn’t answer out of respect for Lucifer.
Honestly, you’re half-tempted to just not ask Luke at all. As sweet as he is, he really is terrified of everything, but out of curiosity, you ask anyway. He tells you that Michael has the same effect. People did call them twins back in the day. He then panics a little, and tells you not to repeat that. He doesn’t want people to think that he’s insulting Michael, after all. Especially not the demons!
Simeon laughs, but it’s more at Lucifer than it is at you. He tells you that he’s likely stressed if it’s especially strong. He also says that he himself has a hard time being scared of Lucifer because of all of the stories he knows about him. Ask him and he might tell you one. If Lucifer doesn’t find you first…
Solomon is honestly the least surprising response you get from everyone you interview. He basically tells you that Lucifer is trying to intimidate him by making direct eye contact with him every time they interact. He says that it doesn’t scare him, but you can see him shitting bricks the next time you see the two taking. This would explain Simeon’s comment about “stress.”
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