SOUNDGASM AUDIOS (fauxcest Edition)

emo faggot little brother riding his big bro like his life depends on it threatening to tell everyone if he doesn't let little bro do this vs repressed nerd big brother huffing and whining as his glasses fog up, trying to buck little bro off frantically and only pushing in deeper but god it feels so good...

I like to think that once MC has a pact with the brothers, their eyes turn the color of their respective sin whenever MC is indulging in that sin/using their power. I love the color coding but also how many scenarios or fics crop up from it in my brain.

Imagine Mammon is worried about his cooking not being good enough for you until he sees your eyes go red as you take your first bite.

Or Lucifer sees you being insulted by a demon and hesy worried you won't stand up for yourself, so he looks for the flash of green in your eyes.

Or Belphie makes a *questionable* noise while he stretches after waking up and barely catches the glint of pink before you turn away.

Rrrgh I love it

Eternity and counting

Pt 4

(Pt1, Pt2, Pt3)

(Ragggggh!! Actually remembered to post on a Tuesday this time lol.)

Obey me! X Angel!MC (They/Them Pronouns)

TW: Suicide, depression, self-deprecation, death, big feelings, lots of sad.

MC just can't handle anything anymore and takes their own life. Imagine their dismay to find even death isn't the end for them.

~/\~

I catch a whiff of fresh lilies as I continue to the castle. Curious. The castle has always smelled like roses. They were never Lord Diavolo's favorite, but they reminded him of his mother. But the closer I get, the stronger the smell, until it finally comes into view. Bushes and vines covered top to bottom in every species of lily I've ever seen in the human realm run elegantly up the walkway, over the entrance, and across the windowsills. I can't help staring in awe as I approach the front doors, I've never seen the entryway so decorated, even for Diavolo's parties or festivals. I wonder what the occasion is.

Within thirty seconds of my knuckles connecting with the door, it's opened with a flourish. Barbatos grins that trained grin I learned to detest in my time here. Nobody ever understood how I did it, but I could always tell when Barbatos was simply smiling for his Lord's image and when he was smiling for his own enjoyment. Part of me was always nervous he could see the same in me, but if he ever noticed, he never brought it up.

"Welcome to The Demon Lord's Castle. Please, Come in." He bows, sweeping his arm to welcome me.

"Thank you." I nod, stepping inside the frame and to the side of the door. Before he can even close the door behind me, I'm offering him the paperwork I was tasked with bringing.

"Ah, actually, if you don't mind following me. Lord Diavolo has requested to meet you. When he heard that Michael was sending a new angel, he insisted on meeting you. I'm sure you know the importance of those papers. It is quite unlike Michael to entrust a task of this magnitude to an angel we've never even met." He explains as he leads me down the hall.

I nod. "Of course."

I shouldn't have nodded. Why would I agree to this? It was instinct, I'm sure. Babatos could ask me to follow him straight into wild seas and I would, without a second thought. And now I've agreed to follow him to my own torment.

He moves silently as he leads me upstairs and out onto the balcony. My heart squeezes itself shut as I see Lord Diavolo, leaning over the balcony to admire the flowers below. He doesn't turn to greet us immediately, but something about the sag in his shoulders and the tension in his knees begs me to hold his hand. Soothe his worried thoughts until he has no choice but to sleep it off and start anew the next day. Something must be horribly, horribly wrong with me.

But the feeling is fleeting as he turns to us, standing tall as ever with that cover photo smile.

"Ah! You must be Michael's new angel! He seems quite fond of you." He strides towards us, clasping my hand firmly in his own. "Though, I admit he never gave me your name."

He poses the question so simply, and I have to fight the gut instinct to answer him honestly. But it burns, bitter and angry in my stomach as I summon the name Michael had given me for the sake of my privacy in the Celestial realm.

"Well it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He nods, but his wording gives me pause.

"Finally?"

"Of course! Michael has brought you up nearly every time we've spoken in the last several months." He laughs. God that laugh. I've dreamt of it. It makes me wonder for a brief moment if the cloaking spell expresses my growing blush.

But I disregard the consideration for the thought of Michael and the absolute hell I'd be giving him when I return. He's been plotting this for months, that bastard.

"Well, I'm glad to hear he speaks so highly of me." I bow lightly, presenting the paperwork to him. He takes it quickly, tossing it onto the table next to him.

As I stand back up, I wonder what to do with the sudden silence.

"Well, It's been a pleasure to meet you." I grin, wings flicking quickly. A nervous habit I've picked up since sprouting them.

"Right! I'm sure you have some important business to attend to." He claps his hands together. "Give Michael my best." He turns back to the railing and Barbatos moves to usher me out. But before I go, a question was lingering in my mind. "If I may, why lilies? Michael always tells stories of your grand rose gardens."

The balcony grows cold with the fall of Diavolo's gaze. Something unsettling burrows itself in my skin, burning like ice in my mouth.

"Lilies were MC's favorite." He mumbles. Practically whispers it into the wind.

But the sound reaches me anyway, and despite the gentle tone, it feels like being punched through the chest. "What?" I heard him, he knows I did. And he's right. Lilies are my favorite. Always have been. But I ask the question anyway. Because I simply can't comprehend why that would matter. It's been over a year now, they should have gotten over it. And yet, here he is. Mourning, right in front of me.

Barbatos places a tentative hand on my shoulder, whispering to me. "MC was a dear friend of ours. They... passed, some time ago." There's a pitch in his voice I don't recognize. Regret?

"And so, we maintain the garden, to show to them when they are reborn." Diavolo adds, smiling softly at me over his shoulder.

Something in the view of it all chokes me. Like swallowing a cotton ball.

They're still waiting for me.

Are they all still waiting? Lord Diavolo is one thing, but the brothers? Do they expect me to come home? Do they want me to? Why would they want that? After all I've done.

Before I can even consider it, I feel the familiar warm slip of tears down my cheek. Emotions I haven't grappled with in some time burn in my throat, clawing at my vocal cords and squeezing my airway shut. I hate this. I hate this feeling so much my hands shake with it. I never should have come here. It's selfish to say, but I could have gone on not knowing this. Had I stayed in the Celestial realm, I could have gone on for eternity, selfishly unaware that I was still wanted.

I swipe pathetically at my tears, wings flicking as I straighten my posture. "I'm, uh, terribly sorry for your loss." It's barely above a whisper but I know they can hear it. "But I... I should be getting back now."

They can tell something is wrong, of course they can. But rather than stick around for questions, I take off, sprinting through the halls of the castle and out through the front door.

I'm running on instinct as I navigate the streets of the city. I don't remember where I'm going, all I know is I need to get there fast. I should just return to the courtyard and wait for Michael to send the portal back to get me. But something in the idea of going back to the celestial realm brings bile to my throat.

So I follow my subconscious blindly, feet slamming against pavement and heart nearly shaking with the effort of it all until I come to an abrupt stop. My eyes, bleary as they are, recognize the sight before me like I had last seen it yesterday. The House of Lamentation looms over me, glass eyes challenging me from within the gate. The elegant iron rods of the gate twist around themselves and each other like a den of snakes. And I feel the same warm comfort from them as I always have. I pointed out the striking serpentine similarities between this gate and himself to Levi once. He was offended at first, but was quickly struck dumb when I pointed out how much I liked snakes.

The urge to press the gate open burns like fire in my hand, but I know that if I do, I won't be able to go back. There's no way I'd leave on my own once granting myself entry, and there's no explanation for my presence if I'm caught.

But if I turn around now, I will never come back. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

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That's not fair.

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Diavolo Facts!!:

- Diavolo hates pickles.

- Stated in a chat, Diavolo admits he find small animals cute. Surprisingly, this includes static spiders.

- He’s afraid of thrill rides as seen in Lesson 58(?) of Original OB and some chats.

- Diavolo shows a dislike to Great Witch Maddi who persisted in trying to marry him at one point.

- Diavolo loves exercise and states to enjoy cycling and running the most.

- Diavolo is a dog person.

- Diavolo’s favourite food is hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies, which Lucifer actually tries to recreate and fails horribly in a Devilgram.

- Diavolo has an insanely strong sixth sense on knowing if someone is lying or not.

—SPOILERS—

- Diavolo’s mother died after childbirth.

- Diavolo’s nervous and hesitant descriptions of his father suggest he had an unloving and distant childhood.

- Barbatos started to serve Diavolo ever since he was a child due to the fact the latter threatened to not become the next demon king if Barbatos didn’t accept.

- Diavolo strives to co-exist with other realms to ascertain he is a suitable heir to the throne, he wants to be better than his father.

When you fall masterlist

Summary: your life turns upside down when your grandfather dies followed by the deaths of both of your parents. While dealing with grief you have to learn how to properly live again while also rebuilding your grandfathers old farm. Everything is harder than you thought it would be, but with the help of someone special you learn how to manage through your grief and live a life you never knew you could have.

Rating: mature( if you are under 18 proceed with caution please and dni!)

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Trigger Warnings: death, depictions of self harm in different ways, thoughts of suicide, grief, more to be added! Let me know if I missed anything

Genre: angst, happy ending

Word Count: n/a

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reading posts about snake husbandry got me thinking about demon husbandry... there's got to be a whole category of beauty and healthcare in the devildom in relation to their demon forms, right? quick-fire ideas

lotions designed for those body markings some of them have (e.g. lucifer's forehead diamond) to keep them looking bold

horn polish to keep them shiny and beautiful

varying softnesses of brushes or cloth for horn polishing, depending on preference (there is discourse as to whether brushes are too harsh for your horns and will actually strip them of their protective layer)

physical therapy designed for demons whose wings aren't shaped super well for flight

category of haute couture where designers make clothes where the holes for wings/tails/horns are integral to the whole design

whole category of fashion where the point is to put the demonic features in the spotlight and emphasise their beauty!!!!

spas that specialise in demons with scaly wings/tails, where they can take a nice soak to make the shed easier

different categories of scrubs, creams, etc. for wings and tails split into categories like "scaly type" "leathery type" (demons argue over how important it is to use your exact right type)

certain demons' wings need more care than others (e.g. diavolo's big leathery ones need a regular buff, while beel's fly wings are delicate enough that trying harsh cleaning methods would just damage them)

...demon horn care could be a little bit like horse hoof care

demons with feathered features moult at certain intervals and they get super crabby because of the pins

I think it would be hilarious if after making a pact with a demon you strongly feel their sin for a short about of time. Why do I think it would be funny? Cause all I can imagine is Lucifer having to have a sit down with Mc every time they make a pact with one of his brothers. Like after mammon

Lucifer: what did you take.

Mc:…. Nothinggg…

Lucifer: I won’t repeat myself.

Mc, mumbling in shame: ….seventy thousand Grimm..-

Lucifer, slamming hands on table in disbelief: SEVENTY THOU-

After making a pact with Satan

Lucifer, rubbing his temples already: and… after your fellow classmate used your pencil without asking.. you did what?

Mc: broke their nose,

Lucifer: why?

Mc, suddenly shaking in rage: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT THAT WAS MY FUCKING PENCIL!

After making a pact with belphie

Lucifer, shaking Mc: Mc wake up,

Mc: wuh- hhuh, what

Lucifer, annoyed: you’ve been asleep for the past 14 hours get up.