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I just wanted to share this piece because I’m really proud of it.

“Tell me Atlas,

What is heavier;

The world or its people’s hearts?”

-  Darshana Suresh, Howling at the Moon

I’ve always loved Sailor Moon when I was young. It being what inspired me to have the name “Darien” with such pride even after all this time.

But I looked again from another perspective; though it is a cutesy fun anime… It’s also full of so much tragedy. A history of pain and death wrapped in pastels.

Saddling a teenager with the fate of the whole universe itself surely should have some consequences. Especially an apparently young, clumsy, immature girl with all of her family and friends and beloved on the line - making her sacrifice them again and again and again.

Reminding her that her family isn’t even her own, that she was an alien, someone just placed on a planet she doesn’t belong… Seeing and fighting things that are beyond most regular people, even those her age would hope to never encounter.

Just for it all to reset and another danger to be introduced and hope that the weight of worlds she carries on her shoulders won’t crush her this time.

So many things for just a girl to go through…

Has she ever had a moment to let those feelings out?

… Even had a moment of serenity?

~ Dari

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

tiddy window

felt like a baddie, might delete

~ Dari

One Punch Man Msnga Catch-Up Reaction

Kind of spoilers

//sobbing growing louder

New place, same town.

New memories, same person!

This is my first time living away from my family, but I'm ready for the change.

And having my own room again. 😊

Responsibility is my bitch.

~ Dari

I would also like some luck, for both my friends and I. It is going to be a little rough as I work and try to balance out the projects I have planned on top of learning how to pay rent and learn to fend for myself somewhat.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Some Shippuden nostalgia because I'm rewatching it with my little brother.

This is how it went down right

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

crash this shi

i wanna see what happens

This is actually HUGE!

People with chronic illnesses, or people recovering from illness or accidents often have outrageous medical bills that they have to pay off. When medical debt is recorded on credit reports it makes it harder to borrow money, buy a home, get a car, etc. All these make it harder to work, live, and pay off the medical debt.

If this doesn't effect you, congrats, but it is an incredibly important thing for a lot of people.

can u guys rb this n add how you crack your eggs in the tags? i thought cracking them in the sinks’s edge is universal until i saw my friend cracking an egg on the counter instead and it was so pervese and diabolical

Could we crash tumblr if we all posted the word "crash" on the 1st of april 2022, 12:35 EST?

vanitas ✩ episode 14

The only reason I knew Sailor Moon / DBZ were both anime was because my cousins helped me differentiate early on. (I rewatched the first and second season semi-recently and wow, my heart hurts)

But if you’re talking my first full on kick into the anime scene was a Naruto hyperfixation that grabbed me by the throat at 9 years old.

I didn’t watch Death Note until middle school.

I did end up rediscovering my love for both Sailor Moon and DBZ in my adult years

Everyone’s starter anime is death note.

I don’t count sailor moon or dbz cuz you watched those as a kid and assumed they were cartoons.

I mean when you got “into” anime fully aware of what it was and actually became immmmmmersed in this bizarre weeb culture.

It’s usually death note.

Oh, bby, I'm so sorry I forgot to reblog this!!!

But fuCK THIS NEW PART

gOT ME DOIN MOOD SWINGS

~ Dari

God Must Hate Me; Ch. 6

a/n: and here's chapter 6 of my series! first of all, be careful because a lotta shit goes down here! the series is slowly coming to a close and i'd like to thank all of you for sticking around to see how the story evolves :<< <33 thank you once again to the lovely @its-dari because if it wasn't for her, i wouldn't have gotten the idea to start a series in the first place! stick around for future updates on what the heck's gonna happen to our demon bros, exchange students, and royals! ilyasm <33

pairings: pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Barbatos x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (individually), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC

warnings: cursing, implied panic attack, lots of crying, fighting, mentions of blood, implied m*rder/t*rture, implied assault attempt, spoilers for leson 16, merihem's a dirtbag , not proofread bc i've got smol monke brain :(

reminder: take breaks after you do something that took a toll on you! you weren't made to act like a robot; you don't have to keep yourself under stress and pressure. take ur time, aight? whatever you do, i'm sure you'll do great :)) ALSO!! you don't ever deserve to feel like someone's trying to lie to/ take advantage of you, you deserve to be treated like royalty >:((

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Diavolo paced back and forth in his office; he saw the entire scene play down below- all he could muster up was a tired sigh before he walked back to slouch at his desk. He rubbed his temples as he stared at the tall stack of paperwork calling his name.

He had to stay strong through this entire process for you. You needed him as a leader more than ever. You needed him to play the guardian angel- or guardian demon in this case.

Barbatos stood silently behind his young master, he watched as the redhead tugged at the roots of his hair. He tsk’ed to himself; his young lord really wasn’t the best at dealing with stress if it regarded someone he loved. He places a gloved hand on the tense man’s shoulder, squeezing lightly, “Young Master, I’m sure that you’re having a hard time but I can assure you that all your efforts will be worth it in the end. You’re simply doing what is best for your exchange students-” Diavolo shoots up from his seat, startling his butler. Barbatos is even more stunned when he sees the tears welling up in the Prince's eyes.

“It doesn’t feel right, Barbatos. We can say that we’re trying to protect the exchange program but at the cost of the wellbeing of one of my exchange students? Am I… Am I doing the wrong thing?”

Before Barbatos could answer, the Avatars of Sin burst through the office doors. Lucifer carries you toward the velvet sofa near the desk in a panic. He glanced down at you, he saw the slow rise and fall of your chest and breathed out a sigh of pure relief. He sees your necklace go from black to an array of different colors but it lands on this dark purple.

Strange.

Belphegor gasps as he feels a wave of pain shock him to his very core. It wasn’t unbearable per se but it was enough to have the seventh-born fall to his knees. “Belphie!” The magical telepathic bond Beelzebub shared with Belphegor flared up, causing the ginger to fall to his knees as well.

The pain kept crashing down on them, wave after wave as it started getting worse. What started out as a pain similar to a dog’s bite started to grow tenfold and it became the pain similar to having a knife shanked through your chest with the perpetrator who stabbed you twisting the handle and the blade at an agonizing snail’s pace. After what seemed like an eternity of pain, it stopped.

You wake up in Lucifer’s arms.

You blink blearily, the light fixture in the office blinded you for a moment and in your state of delirium, you pulled the warm touch enveloping you close. A strong scent hits your nose, a smell of expensive bourbon and tobacco drawing you into a state of comfort. For some reason, the scent smelt like… home.

Lucifer is silent, he’s frozen in place. He’s afraid that once he moves, you’ll cower away from him as if he were a monster but… in a way he really was. The way you grasp at his hands before tucking yourself closer to his chest- it made his heart race in equal parts fear and adoration.

Peace has never really been a card in his deck.

You glance up and the first thing you see are these mesmerizing red eyes; they have you gasping in awe. You blink and before you know it, your chest constricts once more as your mind is flooded with what seems like another awful nightmare- strong black wings as dark as night, a man grasps at your forearm so harshly that his fingertips leave bruises but… then there’s this face…

A tired face pops up from propped arms. He seems to have been asleep on a desk and when he looks up at you, he smiles boyishly.

Your heart quickens once more when you blink and in the next scenario, those same blood red eyes peer at you with such anger and hatred in your visions.

What on Earth is going on?!

Lucifer, for a moment, forgets his brothers and the crowned Prince. His attention is all yours. He watches as you shake in his arms, your eyes glazed over as you tighten your hands into fists. The necklace shifts from purple to red.

What sorcery- Solomon.

He swiftly places you on the sofa just as he staggers to his knees. His brothers, all of whom were attending to the youngest twins a few moments before, had all turned their attention to their eldest brother in surprise. They couldn’t do a single thing except watch with wide eyes the way Lucifer tried his hardest to keep any sounds of pain to himself.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips.

You shakily sit up to watch the black-haired demon kneel by the foot of the sofa. You kept your gaze down as you tried to peek at the group standing by the door. Putting two and two together, you realized quickly that seeing their faces caused unbearable fear to seep into your heart and soul. You knew they had something to do with your memory loss. A part of you, a tiny fragment of your heart, knew that you loved them but you had no clue as to why. You had to start small; if you couldn’t look them in the eye, you needed to know a little bit about them at the very least.

You started with their shoes.

Your eyes dart between them, their feet to be exact, and you huff to yourself. They all wore the same shoes— all their shoes were black dress shoes. A classy style, sure, but it's hard to differentiate them this way. You take a shaky breath and look up, your eyes meet a redhead's sympathetic stare.

You wait for a moment to see how your body would react to him. His eyes were incredibly kind. A beautiful amber hue reminiscent of the gemstones in your mother's old jewelry, his gaze was sweet like honey.

You felt safe.

Slowly rising from the sofa, you scurry over to him quickly, "I-I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable…" you trail off as you bury your face into his blood red uniform.

You miss the guilty smile on his face.

"You've got nothing to worry about, (MC). It's alright." He cooes, his big hands pat you on the head and on the back comfortingly. You breathe in his scent and you swear you could melt in his arms then and there.

He smelt a touch like cedarwood and vanilla; almost like a sweet campfire without the smoke. "I can assume that we were friends before the accident then?" Your voice sounded muffled against the red suede leather.

He chuckles heartily but softly, he's still hyper aware of the seven normally protective and jealous demon lords in his presence. "Yes, we were close. My name is Diavolo and—"

You quickly pull away, eyes wide with embarrassment, "My Lord! Simeon and Solomon mentioned your name before I came back to RAD. I apologize for my actions-" You bow quickly, heart beating against your chest. You felt cold the minute you pulled away from his arms.

He made you feel at home— safe from the possible dangers that stood around the room behind you.

Diavolo frowns, eyebrows furrowed as he grabs your hands in his, "Drop the formalities, (MC). With the way you're acting, it's almost as if this is the first time we've spoken. Like I mentioned, we're close friends… " He whispers, he could feel his heart cracking as you avoided his gaze.

Curse his title.

His gaze wanders over to Barbatos and he gives his butler a simple nod. He springs into action at the approval of his Lord, he quickly pulls Lucifer up from the floor and ushers the Avatars of Sin out of the room. Mammon yells out a complaint, "Lord Diavolo! This ain't fair, we just wanna talk to them!"

The door is shut behind Barbatos.

You slowly turn around and realize that you and Diavolo were left alone, "If you decide later that you want to talk to them, they'll be in a meeting room a few doors down. For now, I just want to talk to you." He says warmly, guiding you over to his table to seat you in a plush armchair.

Barbatos leads the Avatars down the hall, only two doors down. If they were all humans, they’d have to sit in uneasy silence as they await for your time and presence but they aren’t humans. Demons are known to have incredibly keen senses, their vision is approximately fifty times better than yours, same goes for their sense of smell and hearing. It’s common knowledge in the Devildom that as long as you focus on a particular voice, as long as they’re in the general vicinity, you could practically eavesdrop. It’s almost like they were in the room with you and Diavolo. All they had to do was focus on you.

The brothers held out a sliver of hope; they wanted to believe that Diavolo and Barbatos did that on purpose.

Diavolo passed you a cup of bloodberry and cinnamon tea from a silver tray; Barbatos came prepared once again. His eyes screamed kindness and understanding; if he tried to pry information out of you, you’d probably willingly tell him everything he’d want or need to know. “So, could you tell me what happened? Why did the Avatars of Sin rush into my office looking the way they did?”

He avoided mentioning the ghastly looks on the faces of the brothers, the way they looked like death incarnate. The stress was becoming too much for even the strongest demons in his Realm.

You look down at your lap sheepishly, your cheeks dusting a light pink as you wring your fingers together, "I don't really know who they are. I mean, from the way they reacted and the way my heart… The way my heart aches when I see them— I think I know them." you say softly.

"When I saw their face, the one that carries the cow print pillow, I just… I felt like I was being strangled. I couldn't breathe- it was… awful." You whispered, voice wavering as your bottom lip quivered. Tears formed and threatened to fall down your cheeks.

You were so emotionally exhausted, you were honestly surprised that you had enough in your tear ducts to form anything at all.

Lucifer's breath hitches in his throat as he presses his face against the wall. His brothers were standing in a similar fashion across the room, all of them standing by the same brown wall painted the shade of dark chocolate; they all struggled to stick around to listen to the rest of what you were saying but it was like they were sailors caught in a particularly rough storm, hypnotized by a siren's song.

They couldn't pull away to save themselves from the heartache.

Belphegor whimpered quietly near the corner of the room, ear still pressed up to be able to more clearly hear what you were saying. Beelzebub grimaced; hearing his twin feel anything aside from happiness made him want to tear down whatever was upsetting the seventh-born but he was caught in the middle. He loved you, absolutely adored you and seeing you under so much stress and fear makes him want to leave the Devildom in ruins to find whoever did this to you but he was in denial.

All he had to do was look in a mirror to see the monster that took away your happiness.

Diavolo rounded the table and sat across from you in a similar loveseat, eyebrows knitted together with a sympathetic look on his face, "Hush, (MC). You do not need to tell me anything in detail. I know it must be difficult to deal with any of this. Say, how did Solomon or Simeon explain your current situation?"

You nodded slowly and told the Crowned Prince, in depth, how your guardians explained everything to you.

Simeon handed you a cup with hot chocolate as you snuggled into a pile of blankets and pillows. Your entire body was engulfed in the quilted material, save for your face that you poked out from under the makeshift cubby. You were all gathered in the living room upon Luke's late night request of pulling an all-nighter with all four of you involved to find some sense of normality in a situation so… scary. Apparently before the accident, you and the three boys had gotten matching pajamas made with your initials embroidered in gold into the breast pocket. The styles were exactly the same but you all had your pajamas made in your favorite colors. You all donned on the complete sets with the matching sleep caps that night.

Luke was cuddled up to your right, a baby's sippy cup in his hands as he pouted at the older angel. According to Simeon, Luke tended to get sleepy after a cup of cocoa and because of it, the fledgling angel was made to drink lukewarm cocoa from an obnoxious purple sippy cup with tiny versions of popular kid's show characters scribbled on the plastic.

"You act like I'm a toddler!" Luke cried; you didn't miss the tiny "In a way, you kind of are." that came out in a whisper from Simeon's lips. You giggle to yourself as you watch Solomon mess around with the TV settings.

A few hours pass and you've watched a total of 3 movies, all of which had PG ratings and came from the human world. You were kind of going crazy from all the musical numbers and the underlying lessons the movies had. Be a good person, be a hero, learn to share— you gritted your teeth as you smiled and Luke started clapping after a particularly "heavy" scene. (You were all watching Wreck-It-Ralph and Luke was weeping during the scene where Ralph decided to sacrifice himself for the greater-good.)

Taking a short break from the movies, you all sit in a circle as you talk about anything and everything. One conversation led to another and that led to you nervously asking about the accident.

"Hey Solomon, Simeon… What happened to me?"

"They told me that… I lost my memory of almost the last two years from an accident I went through when I was practicing magic. Apparently I touched a- uh, I think it was a cursed grimoire and I had chanted the incantation on the top. I accidentally made myself lose my memories." You say with hesitation. Diavolo hummed in thought.

That's what they went with?

He nodded slowly and with a flick of his wrist, you see a small, worn out book emerge from under the desk. You hear the soft thud of wood hitting you and surmise that he managed to open his desk drawer with magic. You couldn't stop the amazed gasp that escaped your lips. Diavolo smiles this watery smile. “We hung out a lot here in my office before the accident. You loved seeing all of us use our magic, as you liked to call it, and I guess some things never change.” He teases lightly, eyes locked onto pages. He flipped through the book, seemingly searching for something in particular.

The book in his hands was slightly dusty and the pages were a shade of dark yellow, it seemed to be older than you were. He stops halfway into flipping through the pages, eyes scanning text written in a language you were unfamiliar with. “I had Barbatos, my butler, go through books and books of methods to get your memory back and… well, it’s a difficult process. (MC)... your memory loss wasn’t self-inflicted…” He trailed off, voice faltering when he looked at you.

Your happy expression fades and you can feel your heart thrum wildly with an emotion you couldn’t name. Fear? No, not quite. You can only describe it as confusion, “No, Simeon and Solomon said…”

Diavolo holds a hand up, frown etched on his face, “I apologize for what I’m about to spring on you but Simeon and Solomon lied to you. Before you get upset with them, they had their reasons, (MC), they were simply trying to protect you—” He stops mid-sentence, seeing your eyes fill with panic and… anger.

You’ve been lied to over and over… over and over?

You didn’t understand the sudden anger overcoming you; it was as if a dam broke in your heart and the rapids were rushing down to consume you in your entirety. You couldn’t grasp why you were angry, nothing made sense as you sobbed dryly, hand shooting up to cover your mouth, “They told me I did this… I caused my memory loss… Yuki said the same thing…” You whispered.

Your eyes were wide with pure, unadulterated anger and confusion and… above all, Diavolo could physically see the disappointment. That hurt more than anything else. The ancient book fell to the ground, the sound was deafening to your ears. He’s quick to grab your hands before you could try to tear your hair out, “They had to, (MC)! I- I told them to do this for you!—” A sharp sting shoots from his cheek as his head turns to the side.

You slapped him.

Ragged breathing filled the air and two hearts stayed bubbling with extreme emotions. One full of sorrow whilst the other was filled with anger, “You all lied to me. You’re… You’re all in on it.” You scoffed, salty tears slipping past your lips; your tongue tingles lightly from the taste. You’ve cried so much…

You’re just tired.

You harshly push past the Crowned Prince, turning to walk out the door, “Lord Diavolo, do me a favor: All of you need to stay away from me. You, Yuki, those demons that caused this, even the boys in Purgatory Hall. I… I need some time to process this.” You turn the golden knob, the etching in the metal feels cold in your grasp.

You slam the door behind you before you break out into a run.

You ran; You ran and ran and ran out of the building and through the grounds of the school. Demons of different forms from different classes eyed you, some eyes were confused, other eyes were glaring but it all felt too much. You needed to get out of here. Your lungs burned from the air you breathed in and from all the heaving you did. You were surprised you didn’t vomit.

Blurry eyes and tired feet. You didn’t realize you managed to get past the school gates; you didn’t hear Yuki yelling from behind you before she lost you in the crowd that passed. You shuddered as you sobbed; you just felt so tired and it was just so frustrating to not know anything. The people you trusted the most, the people you depended on to explain things to you again, the people you expected to tell you the truth were the very people that lied to you, the people who hid things from you.

You found yourself in a wooded area just beyond the school grounds, there were no demons, no holy beings, no humans— no one to hurt you here. You drop to your knees as you cry; you scream into your hands as you kneeled. You teeter on the line of delusion and reality. What you would give to take the pain away. Your heart hurt and felt heavy in your chest..

Broken spirits normally attract evil spirits in the human realm. Urban legends from all cultures are born from tales mothers used to tell to keep their children in line but in a realm full of demons, full of the despicable beings that your silly human tales revolve around, does a broken soul attract attention?

You felt a hand grip your shoulder tenderly, “(MC)?” That voice…

Merihem.

A demon stands above a pathetic little human; a human so broken and vulnerable. Tired, dreary eyes look up at the man in all black, his face seemed nice enough, they deluded themself into believing. Tired, dreary eyes look into his blackened soul and he feels a delicious shiver run down his spine, Tired and dreary, tired and dreary— blood rushes down south. He licks his lips; teeth sharpened into fangs dig into his chapped lips, hard enough that they draw blood.

“Come, (MC). I’m here. Tell me how I can help.” He kneels beside you, eyeing the black necklace laying cold against your neck. It doesn’t shift colors, his hands snake down your waist with ease. He smirks.

You shiver in his grasp, eyes fluttering and fighting to stay open as he hands you a light blue handkerchief. What a nice demon… You blow your nose into the soft fabric. It smelt sickeningly sweet with tones of a chemical scent. You felt dizzy.

Your vision fills with beautiful gold and black dots before you fall limp in Merihem’s arms.

Tired little breakable human, in the arms of a big strong demon.

The day fades into night and the cold winds are starting to pick up the fallen leaves on the ground; the student council, with the help of the exchange students, had been searching for you for hours on end. You were like a magnet for danger, you were so spunky and headstrong and at times, you were put into danger from your own stubbornness—

This was one of those times. Though as faint as small footsteps in the sand at the beach, your pacts with them were still there. They’d feel for you, touching the pact mark every so often to feel your heartbeat.

It was slow but it was there; you were holding on.

The brothers were hopeful but deep down, they were expecting the very worst to have happened to you. You seemed unlike yourself from their constant checking of your vitals. You seemed weak. They were holding onto any sense of hope— they held out for you. Beelzebub and Belphegor paired up and they searched the fields for you; the brothers knew you were still alive. Beelzebub’s sense of smell was keener than other demons, including his brothers, and he’d been searching for your scent. You smelt sweet, not sickeningly so, and you didn’t seem like a dessert, you hadn’t seemed like a meal for months now; you were like a festival night in summertime. He caught the slightest of whiffs from the forest, a place he’s quite familiar with because of his Fangol training.

He grabbed Belphegor’s arm and broke out into a sprint, “Guys, I think they’re here.” He bellowed, catching the attention of those who were also searching for you.

Into the woods they all went.

They looked everywhere; in the trees, in small holes in the ground— they were about to lose hope in searching for you and the Devildom Moon rose to the skies, the blood red light gleaming down at them sickened them to the depths of their beings.

Then they find you… with Merihem.

They stop running to you, eyeing the being holding you close to his chest, a devious smile on the offending demon’s face, “Well, well, look who we all have here! The student council and the exchange students! How absolutely… wonderful.” Lucifer steps forward, body threatening to break out into his demon form but he keeps a lid on his emotions for now, “Merihem? You’re behind all this?” He spits out, venom lacing every syllable.

Yuki glances between Merihem and the eldest of the Avatars, “You know him?” Mammon pulled her as she tried making a run towards you, “Yuki stop it! Listen here, Merihem’s dangerous. He… He’s tried to get into the student council for years now— He’s killed other demons for a chance to even be considered.” Mammon explains quietly.

Merihem’s smile turns into more of him baring his teeth at the group. He pulls on the clasp at the front of his coat and he takes it off. He hums to himself as he takes his sweet time wrapping your limp body in his clothing. He then takes off his school coat, leaving him in his black undershirt. He was a strange looking fellow. He’s as tall as Lucifer and his body’s built in a similar way but… the scars littering every inch of his body was a sight. He’s covered in fresh and old wounds, many of the fresher wounds have scabbed over. The wounds were all of varying degrees of scary but they were all long and deep, reminiscent of wounds from the talons of… other demons. He cracks his knuckles and smiles this sinister smile directly at Yuki, “You like what you see eh, human?”

Mammon growls at him.

Merihem snarls at the second-born, “Give it a fucking break, Mammon. I don’t care about your precious little human girl. I got what I want right here.” He purrs, arms tightening around you. He’s coddled you, wrapped you up like a little baby in his coat. Your cheeks were tear-stained and your lips were pursed into a frown.

“They’re not yours, Merihem. Give them back to us lest you want to face the wrath of the strongest demons in all of Hell.” Lucifer warns lowly, blackened ash seemingly falling from his head as his horns grow atop his soft black hair. His wings unfurl slowly; the Avatar of Pride made an effort to make a show to somewhat frighten the demon sitting before him.

It works the way he plans but Merihem doesn’t budge.

“You threw them aside! You don’t fucking deserve them, none of you do! I found them crying, in the middle of the woods, smelling so sweetly and… well, you should be glad that I’ve just been holding them in my arms. I decided that I’d rather have them the way I want them when they consent. I could’ve indulged in my depravity—” Strong black wings knock the air out of Merihem’s lungs, the demon goes flying before his back makes harsh contact with the trunk of an old red oak tree. He hears his bones snap from the pressure;

He cries out in pain.

You were sent tumbling out of Merihem’s hold, your body unwrapping from the gross fabric of the creep’s coat, “(M-MC)!” Leviathan sprints to you, engulfing your smaller form in his; the shy otaku front he always had melts away under the severity of the situation, the dorky Levi you adored replaced with the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. Almost simultaneously, all the brothers transformed into their more sinister demon forms, not quite their final, true forms for Yuki’s sanity but they were close.

Leviathan gingerly picks you up, eyes scanning your face to look for the smallest of scratches. If that bastard dared lay a disgusting finger on your precious head, he’d see to the demon’s demise personally…

That is if there was anything left to torture after his older brothers are done with him.

Leviathan’s gaze was hard as he stared directly at Yuki, “Come with me.” He beckons, marching back towards the direction of the school. The remaining brothers watched as Lucifer slowly made his way to Merihem’s twitching form under the shade of the tree; Yuki glanced back and forth but before she could choose to stay, Satan’s tail latched itself onto her waist to fling her in Leviathan’s direction. Not too hard to have her falling but done with enough strength to give her a little warning.

“Go, Yuki.” He seemingly said. She runs after you and the third born.

Leviathan sprints off, glancing behind him every once in a while to ensure that Yuki was trailing behind. He made his way back home, arms and legs burning from the sudden exercise he had to do after seemingly millenia. He ignored the dull pain as he laid you down on the couch in the middle of the common room. Yuki locks the front door behind her, pulling on the many latches to ensure your trio’s safety for the time being.

You were cold, skin pale and breathing shallow. Leviathan takes your body and props it up slightly, looking for any and all indicators of potential… abuse. He takes his sweet time scanning every inch of your skin, well… the skin exposed and wasn’t too inappropriate. He and Yuki sat silently together, just tending to you for a solid half an hour or so. They warmed you up, patted your skin with wet tissue and towels to free you from the dirt you basically laid in for hours. Nothing came up on your limbs and your torso from what he could see, thank the fucking stars…

He would’ve relaxed but then… he made it to your neck and he saw the ugly purplish bruises forming on your supple skin.

That fucking bastard.

Yuki was kneeling by the couch at that point and as she stared at the ugly trail on your neck. She felt a cold gust of wind blow past her, almost knocking her over. She looked over at the demon beside her and she felt the coldest chill run through her body; Leviathan’s eyes were blazing with anger she’s never seen in him before. His body twitches ever so slightly before a large scaly tail erupts from behind him. She’s witnessed their demonic transformations before but something was different this time.

His tail was triple in size, the normal smooth and shiny snake-like scales were now bumpy and uneven and gleamed like an angler fish's bright light in the deepest depths of the unexplored waters. His antler-like horns were twisted and curved, brushing lower than before and curving just by his eyes. His fangs, before were on the stubbier side, were elongated and seemed to drip with a yellow venom she’s never seen before. It smelt salty like the ocean.

Yuki closed her eyes, heart racing in her chest as overwhelming fear filled her to the brim with a single glance at the creature that stood before her.

“How fucking dare he.” Was all she heard before she heard glass shatter; she screams and buries her face into your forearm.

She lets a moment pass; radio silence. She slowly lifts her head up to glance around. The common room had one window on the side that faces the tiny garden at the side of the house. It was made of hundreds of small pieces of stained glass that when looked at in one specific angle, formed the number seven in roman numerals. The once pristine mosaic was shattered, the shards were glimmering on the floor and a part of the actual window frame was missing.

Whatever Leviathan turned into had taken out quite a bit of the wall of the house.

A piece of a wooden beam that hung loosely from the break suddenly fell, crashing against the lower part of the glass- shattering it some more. Yuki winced at the loud sound but the ruckus seemed to prove to be an effective method of waking a sleeping person up as you shot up from the couch, your breathing sounding erratic. Yuki scrambles to sit up and wraps her arms around you, “(MC)!” She cried.

She didn’t expect you to push her off of you.

She blinked, “Wh- (MC), it’s me. I’m Yuki, remember?” She whispered meekly; she moved to grab your hand to try and soothe you but you simply pulled away with visible disgust. You remain silent for a minute or so, processing the day you had before you sighed, “I know who you are, okay? I remember everything.” You say tiredly. You glance around the room but your puffy eyes lock onto the pile of rubble and glass that Leviathan left in his wake.

“Where are the others? Where’s Merihem?”

“He’s been taken care of. I see you’re awake now, my dear.” A voice says from the doorway. Barbatos stands with an unreadable expression once again, but if you look closely, you’d see the smallest of frowns etched on his composed face. “... Barbatos. It’s nice to see you again.” You say monotonously.

For the first time since the start of this whole situation, you catch him by surprise.

You see the group of men that stood around behind the butler, you feel your head throb suddenly. They all shuffle over to you in a single line, heads hung low as you sat motionless on the couch. The demon brothers, the boys over in Purgatory Hall, the Prince and his demon butler- how sweet, everyone was present. They reeked of blood and burnt flesh; you decide to feign ignorance.

You stand up, wincing slightly at the exhaustion you felt all of the sudden, but you were thrown back down to the couch by Luke. You stare at him, surprised, “Oh, (MC)! I was so worried about you! I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you from that meanie! W-We saw the Avatars on their way here and I-” He gasps in the middle of his sentence, the boy was fully crying into your lap as you raked your fingers through his blonde locks, “I- I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you. I’m an angel, I’m su-supposed to- I-” He weeped, unable to finish his sentence as you hushed him.

Oh, Luke…

“I’m not mad at you, Luke. Don’t worry. Listen, run up to my room here. You know which one, right? I’ll be with you in a bit, alright?” You whisper to the boy, walking him over to the door. He didn’t fight against you, he simply nodded and balled his fists as he waddled up the steps to the direction of your room. When he disappears from view, you shut the door to the common room and lock it.

You stare at the lock and tighten your grip on the handle, “I was under the impression that I could trust you all. You’d be able to protect me from anything because… that’s what you all promised me, right?” You stand still where you stood, you don’t turn back to look at them.

The boys you’ve grown to love all fidget nervously. Yuki remains frozen on the floor.

“I- You all lied to me. You told me I caused my own amnesia. The curse broke when Merihem tried to… He tried to force himself onto me. I was frozen, in his arms. He held me for hours, he kissed me and tried to touch me but… He couldn’t. I’ll give you that, Solomon. Your necklace came in handy.” You turn to look at all of them and they see your red eyes and matching nose.

You tried not to cry in front of them.

“Darling- (MC), we never meant for this to happen-”

“Yeah, we’d never want you to get hurt”

“I apologize for our shortcomings, (MC).”

“I should’ve known that a gross otaku like me could never protect you…”

“You coulda summoned me, (MC)...”

“Sorry, (MC)... I failed to protect you.”

“Sorry…”

Drip, drip, drip. Tears drip down your face, down to the dark wood flooring. What to do? Could forgiveness still be an option? Maybe moving on would be best?

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~ Dari

God Must Hate Me; Ch. 5

A/N: boom! double update! a gal's gone mad! i hope you like the storyline and i hope ur as excited about the future chapters i've got planned as i am! thank you once again to @its-dari (i'll always tag u >:)) ) enjoy! <33

pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Barbatos x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (individually), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC warnings: cursing, fighting, mc has a panic attack :(, mentions of m*rder, spoilers for chapter 16, not proofread (im sorry for any and all mistakes) :<< reminder: take care of yourself! you're like a priceless gem that deserves to be taken care of so self love is the most important thing! love yourself and always stay safe!

During a moment of complete panic, your vision is clouded; like a smoke machine whirring in your face, making you practically blinded to everything else. All you can focus on is your fear. All you can hear is the wild beating of your heart in your chest. Solomon has lived for millenia, outliving his friends, his lovers, his followers- he has experienced every possible emotion in the book, as one does when living with the curse of immortality. He’s grieved over countless deaths, he’s felt afraid for his own life. You’d think that it’d numb after a while. He knows exactly what timeline he’s in, he’s seen the choices made and the choices that will be made, thanks in part to Barbatos. He knows.

Knowing doesn’t make fear any less intense.

Seeing you in a state almost catatonic, seemingly so close to death, has his blood running cold. He hears the knock at the door, he knows who stands beyond the hard wood. He knows everything- Is this what Barbatos deals with everyday? What a difficult life to live. The knocking grew intense but it sounded muddled in his ears; almost as if he heard it through a wall of water.

Simeon moves from beside him, gingerly stepping away from you so as to not to bother you. The angel’s eyes were blue blazing hot coals at a fireplace; his anger seems unprecedented. He’s never seen the side of Simeon, but the minute he looks back at you, his eyes are soft like the clouds in the Celestial Realm.

The angel clad in white hurriedly opens the door and his glare hardens more when he sees the demon brothers looking around nervously, “You’re not allowed to be here.” He practically growls. Lucifer stands his ground, standing at the front of the group with a letter in hand. Wordlessly, he hands Simeon the piece of paper, letting him take his time to read and process every single word. Behind the eldest, the 6 other brothers were on the brink of meltdown; looking like atrocious messes, they all donned on their pajamas and their states were obviously frazzled. Any demon in the vicinity could smell the fear reeking from the group.

“Solomon.” Simeon spat out, teeth bared like fangs as he sped off back to your room. He left the door open.

Never leave the door open lest you want demons to enter.

Solomon had resigned himself to stroking your cheek, breathing ragged as he stared down at you, “Oh, (MC). “ His voice sounded watery, to match his eyes swimming with unshed tears. Barbatos, I wonder how you manage to do this every single day. The sorcerer glances at the tiny clock on your vanity, the long hand ticking so slowly he feels as though it’s mocking him.

3:28 A.M. 2 more minutes. 2 minutes before the timeline is set.

Right on cue, Simeon bursts through the door, practically foaming at the mouth with anger, and he’s followed quickly by the Demon Brothers. Strange, he read in the file that Yuki would be with them. Lucifer slowly approached the sorcerer, who refused to look up at him as he held your cold frame close, “Solomon, please let us give this to (MC). We have to at least try.” Pride’s voice was soft, unlike his normal snappy tone the sorcerer was used to hearing. It was almost as if the demon representing Pride was… begging. Solomon looks up at him, eyes still brimmed with salty tears as he lets out a bitter laugh, “We’re too late, Lucifer. I’m sorry-”

“Wait! Please! Solomon!” Yuki.

Unsteady feet beat against the hardwood floor of Purgatory Hall; the sorcerer sees Yuki run in with Diavolo and Barbatos. Ah, that’s the signal, I suppose. The long hand moves so slowly, but it shows the time.

3:30 A.M.

Solomon wept silently, holding you close before the necklace on your chest breaks out in a cacophony of colors; first blue, then yellow, followed by orange, then green, then pink and as it flashed red and purple at the same time, your body started shaking violently. Not in the way possessions occur in movies but it almost seemed like you were freezing.

The necklace shatters on your neck, leaving behind nothing but dust.

Your eyes crack open, your chest heaving violently as you gasped; the fear traveling in your veins was too much. Diavolo and Barbatos pulled to take Solomon away from your side and the sorcerer all but moved along like a puppet on strings. What’s done is done. You blink slowly, breathing sporadically as you grasp at your face. You sit up and eye everyone in the room, eyes full of fear as you slowly back away into a corner of the room.

“W-Who are you?”

Yuki’s the first to break down in tears after Solomon; she bites back the ugly sob threatening to escape her as she turns away. The Avatars of Sin were all silent, spirits seemingly downcast as they watched you with remorseful eyes. Simeon stood by Lord Diavolo, eyes flaming with anger and defiance, as if tempting the Prince to a fight over a single question,

“What is going on?!” He grits his teeth.

You tuck your knees to your chest as you shake like a leaf, who were these people?! You had not a clue of who they were or where you were; this wasn’t even your bed! You glance at all their faces and all you can feel is a sickening sense of fear and torment.

“Who the fuck are you? What do you want with me?! P-Please just… leave me alone.” You croak out.

Your pacts with the brothers were fading, they felt it evidently so and their panic took too much of their attention to realize that though they were faded, that didn’t mean you had no control over them. One by one, the brothers filed out of the room, legs moving on their own as they marched out of the house. Solomon approaches you cautiously, earning a scared whimper from you that breaks his heart. He dared not touch you in this state, instead he put his hand out. He chants an ancient spell and slowly, your limbs drop to your side as you curl up into a dreamless slumber.

The remaining few in the room shared a glance before coming to an unspoken agreement.

A council meeting was to be held immediately.

Diavolo sat at one of the ends of the table, his seat much larger than the rest; As the Prince, he could command a room with one nod or quirk of his eyebrow. The rest of the group were scattered randomly, the rest of the student council members weren’t seated where they normally sat. Everyone was tense as they stared at the only empty seat. Your seat, they dared not try to occupy it.

“Can someone please explain this stupid letter?” Yuki asked, exasperated as she tossed the letter to the middle of the table. Solomon, having kept his gaze trained on the table, looked up for the first time since they all came and he felt so… small under the group’s scrutiny. The most powerful sorcerer in all of history was shivering in his boots from the judgement he felt.

“I… I had asked Lucifer for the letter. I’m not quite sure who it’s from, it wasn’t signed-” As Solomon spoke, Asmodeus pushed himself out of his seat, tears running down his face as he hiccupped, “How do you know it wasn’t signed? You haven’t even glanced at the disgusting thing!” He cried.

Lucifer was glaring at him, eyes so deadly that he felt like the demon was drilling holes into the deepest depths of his soul. “How did you know that it was in my possession in the first place? You called me up at this strange hour, telling me something so ominous-” Images of you in Simeon’s arms, looking so lifeless were burned into his mind. He was sure they would haunt him for a long time after this. The eldest sat in his chair defeatedly, “You knew exactly what was about to take place. You knew, Solomon. Why didn’t you try to stop it?” He asked tiredly.

“It is because we had agreed on it, Lucifer.” Diavolo said. Silence befalls the group, with the exception of Yuki’s chair screeching against the flooring. The girl walks over to Diavolo, arm raised and before she could even strike the Prince across the face, Barbatos grabs her forearm tenderly, “Please wait for the Young Lord’s explanation.” He says, his normal smile replaced with a sad frown. Yuki falls to the ground slowly, weeping silently as Barbatos wrapped his arms comfortingly around her, “My Lord, they all deserve an explanation.” He said softly as he rubbed circles on Yuki’s back.

With a sigh, Diavolo folded his arms on the table, “As you all may know, I’ve worked hard on this little passion project of mine. I had set out to strengthen the relationships of all Three Realms; I wanted to lead our generation and all future generations into a world where we can all live in harmony. Our first year went marvelously, thanks to (MC). They were tasked with doing so much for all of us and they did everything without question. They managed to live past certain… traumatic incidents that other humans would’ve surely lost their minds to. They learnt to love you, for all your flaws, for what you stood for.” The Prince slowly rises from his seat, eyes shifting from one Avatar to the other but never once shying away from their gazes.

“With how well the first year went, I thought that another year of the exchange program would only bring about a stronger bond. A stronger sense of family in the House of Lamentation. Yuki was a stellar candidate but I would’ve never taken her into the Devildom had I not known of (MC) and Solomon’s plans on coming back. At first I expected your resistance, I wouldn’t put it past you all to try and rebel against my idea but you took her in with open arms. Perhaps (MC) was an even better influence on you all than I thought but after a while, things took a turn.” Diavolo stalked around the room, walking by each Avatar. His presence was one that demanded attention, he walked with such an air of dignity and power that you’d be a fool not to hang off of every word he spoke.

He frightened the Avatars, even if they deny it.

“You were tasked with watching over both Yuki and (MC) but you decide that one is enough and you all slowly start leaving (MC) out of everything you did. They never once got angry, never once complained or tattled, no, they protected you through and through. Yes, you’re all demons, beings formed from the basis of all forms of Sin but I must say, even this is too low for you. I never once imagined that a group so obsessed with family could turn against a person who loved them so.” Diavolo’s voice grew darker with each syllable that left his mouth, his steps grew heavier and his gaze glinted with what can only be described as murderous intent.

“I had Barbatos look through every timeline, we can only hope for their forgiveness for this but what we saw only further strengthened our belief that… You, the Avatars of Sin, do not deserve them. I try not to play favorites amongst my exchange students but (MC) has captivated me in the way they captivated you. In all the timelines we saw, these are the timelines where (MC) chooses to forgive you.” From under the desk, the Prince pulls out three thin files.

Three files, only three chances.

“After putting them under Solomon’s care, I decided that enough was enough. You are not allowed to mistreat any of the exchange students that have and will walk the Devildom invited in the name of strengthening bonds. As punishment, I have told you all that you will not be allowed to approach (MC) without their permission, of course, and the permission of Solomon or Simeon. One early morning, I asked Solomon to meet with me because Barbatos had completed his tasks. We read through each file and agreed on narrowing down to five possible timelines. We have been pulling strings to ensure that you all made the decisions that would ultimately affect your relationships with (MC). We left their future in your hands and once again, you all acted selfishly. You acted for your own happiness, for your own pleasure and this is what resulted.” Diavolo’s gaze was pointed, he stared directly at his Right Hand Man. Lucifer couldn’t hold his stare.

“D- Lord Diavolo, does that mean you know who wrote the letter?” Mammon asked, voice wavering. Solomon glanced at the Avatar of Greed before reluctantly nodding, “We’ve known for a while.” At lightning speed, Mammon flies across the room to grip Solomon's neck. Horns poked through the mop of silver hair on his head, his wings beating angrily behind him as he lifted the sorcerer in the air,

“What kind of guardian are you?”

“Mammon, enough. Put him down.” Lucifer commanded. His other brothers were somewhat pleading with Mammon as well, specifically Asmodeus, but there was reluctance in their voices. In the same way you’d reject an attractive stranger hitting on you in a club. The, “Aw, no… but I wouldn’t mind if you continue...” tone of voice.

With a low growl, Mammon lowers himself back on the ground, his grip on the sorcerer loosening when his feet grazed the marble flooring. Solomon gasps for air, his knees going weak for a moment but all he did was stumble; he was definitely not going to fall on the floor in front of Mammon of all demons. “I know you’re angry but quite frankly, you have no right to blame Solomon. You pushed them away.” Simeon says, grabbing the attention of the group from the heaving sorcerer. He stares the Demon Prince down, nostrils flaring as he sighs, “ I do not condone any of the actions you both have agreed on, believe me when I say that I’m infuriated, but I can see why you chose to do this. Somehow, someway, you left the future in their hands and they messed up again.” The angel stands by Solomon, rubbing circles on his back as he slowly guides him back to the table.

“My Lord, if the timeline has been set, is there any way we can make it up to them? They… They don’t deserve this.” Lucifer breathed out; he eyed his brothers, their faces wore physical evidence of lethargy and panic.

“You’ll have to get them to trust you again. When they see you, they feel fear and panic and… disgust. Get them to trust you and find out who did this. We have an inkling but we need evidence before we can lock them up in the dungeons.” Diavolo states.

They’re back to square one with you.

You woke up in the same ivory room decorated with trinkets that you held close to your heart; your mother’s necklace, an expensive looking hairbrush someone gifted you, those kinds of little knick knacks. You saw polaroid photos hanging on the walls on twine of faces you couldn’t quite put names on. You stared at your feet, your skin tone clashing a beautiful contrast against the satin sheets. The mirror on “your” vanity was chipped and cracked, not fully broken but you couldn’t bear to look at the multitude of reflections of you that stared back. You didn’t feel at home but you didn’t fully feel like you were abducted.

You just simply… were.

A soft knock echoes from the door and you flinch, hands grabbing hastily at the sheets to cover your body from whoever or whatever stood on the other side of the door. The door clicks open and in walks a tiny blonde child clad in white and blue pajamas. “(M-MC)!” He cried, rushing over to wrap his arms around you.

You didn’t feel scared, you didn’t know this child but… He seemed to care deeply about you and he made you feel safe somehow.

“I-I’m sorry but… Who are you? How do you know who I am? I woke up and I was surrounded by a bunch of strange men. They were so… scary. Please help me, I… I’m scared.” You whispered. The blonde boy falters, arms loosening around you quickly as he stares up at you in disbelief. Have you really forgotten them? His lip quivers ever so slightly, “What do you mean? (MC), t-this isn’t funny! Did those demons put you up to this?! Did Simeon ask you to help him with another one of his mean jokes?!”

Demons?

Who on God’s Green Earth is Simeon?

Before you could even ask, you noticed a tall figure standing in the doorway. You quickly pulled the blonde close to you and you let out this blood curdling scream. “Get away!” You yelled, moving the boy behind you.

Simeon stood in the doorway, watching you both silently but then… you see him. Hearing your scream of pure terror put him into a state of panic himself and he didn’t know how to soothe your fear.

He watched as you protected Luke, from a person you didn’t know and, for all he knew, someone you feared. His heart warmed seeing your heroism but it ached all the same.

You really didn’t know who they were.

“(MC), please, please calm down. My name is Simeon and… and we’re really good friends! You… got into an accident. You forgot me but don’t worry I- umph!” The poor angel was cut off when you threw a pillow into his face.

This was going to be quite the process.

You sat hesitantly on the opposite side of Simeon, your arms still tightly wound around the blonde, who you found out was a friend of yours named Luke. Simeon told you that you, him, Luke, and another man named Solomon all lived together before the accident, as he so ominously put it. He wouldn’t budge no matter how badly you begged for even the smallest detail regarding the thing that caused you to forget them all. You sighed as you hugged Luke, “I’m sorry for… forgetting.”

Oh, MC. You’ll be the death of them.

A man clad in this beautiful coat walks in and since Simeon and Luke seemed okay with his presence, you chalked him up to be the Solomon in their stories. In the memories you used to share.

“I see you’ve explained it all to (MC)? I’m glad to see that you’re awake.” He greets you gently; you noticed how he kept his distance, unlike Simeon or Luke who’ve been rather touchy and cuddly. “You’re Solomon, right? Hello um… come sit with us.” You say, patting the spot on the bed beside you.

You four sat and enjoyed each other’s company the rest of that dawn, the night turning to day as the sun rose to indicate a new beginning.

It had been about a week since your memories were taken away from you by a selfish demon. Lord Diavolo, with the help of the Avatars of Sin and the other exchange students worked day in and day out to ensure that you were comfortable through the entire thing. You were able to grasp the concept of the Three Realms with surprising ease, perhaps the demon who cursed you had worried about your sanity… How sweet? Your schooling was halted for the time being, each demon that entered the school grounds was heavily monitored but nothing seemed out of place… That was until you finally went back to school.

You had recently been re-acquainted with Yuki, the other human exchange student. She seemed quite… expressive when you first met her. When you first spoke with the boys in Purgatory Hall, you weren’t scared, if anything the trio made you feel extremely comfortable and safe.

With Yuki, you felt this sense of dread- as if you were afraid that she’d hurt you. You shook that feeling off and slowly, it faded like a shade of gray on a black and white painting.

It sort of just disappeared with enough time.

Yuki grabbed your bag from your arms, the girl had insisted on practically babying you the moment you first spoke. You sighed and simply went along with it; if you could keep note of just one thing about the girl, you’d say that she was incredibly stubborn regarding anything she put her mind to.

Simeon and Solomon had pulled you aside earlier that morning to warn you about a group of demons, seven to be exact, who would make their presence known to you. Simeon was adamant about having you promise to steer clear of them but when the protective angel wasn’t paying attention, the sorcerer had asked you to hear them out.

Solomon watched as Simeon scurried off to Luke’s room after hearing the younger angel whine about the hat he was told to wear as part of his uniform. Apparently it was a particularly bad hat day. He grasped at your arm and pulled you close to the heavily locked front door. “I know Simeon and I just instructed you one thing but if you could find it in your heart to listen to whatever those demons have to say… I’m sure it’d be worth your while. I promise that no harm will come your way.” He says, slowly moving to stand behind you. You felt his fingers brush along the exposed skin of your neck, his hands shaking slightly as he clipped something on you.

On your chest lay a pretty black stone attached to a simple gold chain.

Your fingers messed with the orb that knocked against your clavicle with each jolly step. What had Solomon meant with what he said? “Find it in your heart to listen”? He’s a strange sorcerer indeed.

Lost in thought you bumped into a figure dressed in a uniform similar to yours. A bag slung over his shoulder, he fixes the big black coat that hung on his figure, “Watch where you’re going- Oh. You’re that human exchange student… (MC) right? I could’ve sworn we've bumped into each other before. My name’s Merihem.” His voice was low, he sounded seductive in all honesty. He stuck his hand out for you, a toothy grin on his face.

He looked nice enough so… you took his hand.

With a firm shake, you fail to notice the way his eyes rake over your body hungrily. You glance over to where Yuki was heading and see that the girl was now booking it back to you like a frantic mother looking for her child, “(MC)! I thought you were walking behind me! I look away for two seconds and you’re left alone! I told you to stick beside me!” She yelled, arms flailing around to try and get her point across. You eyed Merihem; something about him seems off.

Yuki sniffs the air and gagged; it smelt like rancid, kind of like battery acid.

“Right, sorry about that, Yuki. I’ll… see you around then, Merihem.” You wave goodbye to your new demon acquaintance and you get pulled off by Yuki. Something about that demon rubbed the human girl the wrong way and her gut told her to get the both of you away from him as soon as possible.

You miss the way Merihem heaves like a dog in heat when you leave.

At the gates of RAD, you spot a group of seven demons greeting every single student that walks by… Well, greet is a loose word to describe what they were doing. They all seemingly checked everything about all the passing demons; from their bags to the tiniest hairs of their body.

They worked quite efficiently, you had to hand it to them.

The closer you approached, the more detail you saw with these demons. Something about them seemed so familiar. You couldn’t put a finger on it. You saw the ravenette bark out orders; he’s the man in-charge. One of the demons wore their uniform quite untidily and you watched in amusement as they grabbed change from the pockets of one of the demons they were searching. His hands were fast. You eyed each of them but one guy in particular caught your attention.

He carried around a cow-print pillow, that in itself was a strange thing to do in public but when he turns in your direction, your heart plummets. Your chest constricts and you have a hard time breathing. Something about his face brought about fear that you've never felt before. You need to escape before you pass out.

You thought it was bad but then you two make eye contact.

You fell down to the ground with a loud scream, drawing the attention of all seven. Your mind hurts with the flashes of what you can only describe as your biggest nightmare. Bony hands gripping at your neck, a sinister maniac laughing as your vision grew hazy. Cow print.

Seven pairs of feet beat against the ground, footsteps grew louder as yelling rings in your ears like white noise.

“(MC)!”

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This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Ohhh - this chapter hurts so good -

Like, sharp stings of realization that Yuki and MC are not the same in any stretch. Them finding out that Yuki had feelings for MC and it's why she'd reacted how she did.

Them falling away to their unhealthy coping mechanisms is also a perfect reminder in which it tells them what they lost again and again

And my baby Sage??? Apart of a meme-y groupchat with Yuki and MC?

//chef's kiss

Perfection.

~ Dari

God Must Hate Me; Ch. 3

A/N: Hello and here’s the third chapter to this series! It genuinely warms my heart to seethe support and just… thank you for enjoying the content I’ve posted so far <333 in this chapter, things take a turn, for better or for worse… well, you’ll soon see! thank you again to @its-dari for letting me take inspiration from her own take of the “replaced mc au”! <33 i hope you all enjoy the chapter!

pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Barbatos x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (individually), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC

warnings: cursing, fighting, mentions of vomiting, mentions of m*rder, spoilers for chapter 16, not proofread :<<

reminder: if you feel as though someone is taking you for granted, cut them out of your life because you deserve the world’s weight in gold! you’re amazing, you’re beautiful, you are so special, ‘kay?? ilya <33

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WhEW

the plot, she thickens

~ Dari

God Must Hate Me; Ch. 2

A/N: Hello beautiful people! Thank you so much for the love you showed the first part of the series! II’ve made a few changes to the plot and it’s looking like this is definitely going to be longer than 3 chapters… sooo… get ready for the massive angst dump about to happen in future chapters! I hope you enjoy chapter two and I would love to get requests or feedback for the future work I plan on doing for the OM! fandom <33

pairings: Simeon x mc, Solomon x mc, Diavolo x mc, Demon Brothers x mc (platonic… for now), Luke x mc (PLATONIC!), MC x Fem!OC

warnings: cursing, possibly triggering! insinuated eating disorder (just a tad bit, okayy? :( im sorryy!), verbal abuse, gaslighting (if you squint,, maybe), possible future spoilers for chapter 16, not proofread well </33

reminder: you are loved, you are deserving of love, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise! i’m so proud of you, even if you think you’ve done nothing to warrant that, i’m proud of you okay >:(( ur amazing and beautiful and *chefs kisses* ily <333

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(click for better quality because tunglr is rood)

It's been a while since I've posted traditional art but I thought it and an adorable more "chibi" style would be good for this!

On the left is @achoonihaachu 's Yuki from their "Replaced MC AU" and the right is my own interpretation of Sage! As referred to in THIS post!

This piece is showing their fashion and sorta demeanors... aND HOW BIG OF SIMPS THEY ARE FOR MC!!!

~ Dari

aaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHH

IT'S HErE!!!

anD IT'S SO GOOD????!

sO MUCH TALENT??!!!

IT'S BEAUTIFUL

and YUKI????

💍💍💍

ShE IS GOING TO FUCKING YOINK MC FROM UNDER THEIR NOSES

~ Dari

God Must Hate Me

A/N: Hello! this is the first time I’m like,, posting a story here on Tumblr so yeah! This is my take on the “replaced mc au” that i’ve fallen completely in love with. The angst, the drama, the fluff or bittersweet endings?! sign me up. This will most likely be a 2-3 part series then I might do headcanons if you like my writing style! Thank you to @its-dari for letting me take inspiration from her version of this AU. More drama will come in the following parts soooo stay tuned! <333

pairings: mc x brothers (platonically… for now), mc x dateables (platonically… for now), mc x fem!oc

warning: this fic contains verbal abuse, talk of insecurities, cursing, possible spoilers for lesson 16 in following installments (warnings will be added in future chapters to fit the story!)

remember: you are worth more than every piece of diamond and gold on this Earth. you are loved. you are worth it. you are brave. if anyone ever makes you feel like you’re less than, they are wrong. you’re wonderful.

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hi! im writing my own version of the replaced mc au and im obsessed with your idea that the new student could potentially be taking advantage of the brothers' behavior so would it be alright if i used this concept as inspiration? 🥺

aaaAAAAHHHHH!!!

OF cOURSE!!

pLEASE JUST TAG/CREDIT ME

I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to read it!!!

~ Dari

Hah, jokes on you.

5' 11"

... I am in fact, boo-boo the fool

Because I'm actually only 5' even.

ur birthday is your heigjt how tall r you

Everyone should know the international sign for Help Me. Let’s make this famous!!

Replaced AU - Rival Edition

Neither of my writing blogs has this fandom so this is just gonna be on my main.

Okay, it is the same in concept. The brothers find themselves preferring the presence of the new transfer, who I'll just call... "Sage".

While they've started to want to hang out with Sage more, they don't notice where their other time goes - i.e. the time they spend with MC.

So when Lucifer commented, somewhat harshly, about MC's poor grades as of late... They're not hurt, just looking slightly annoyed as they proclaimed that it wasn't their fault. Only for Sage to jump in and apologize profusely about keeping MC from studying.

The pair had been simply hanging out more often than not, they had similar interests and tastes in human media! Like music, shows, and one or two hobbies. It's not too surprising they ended up being friends.

Sage actually had the guts to cling onto MC, pouting and continuing to whine and apologize and asking for them to not be mad at them. They do all of this in front of the perplexed/shocked brothers, who are just now realizing that they had been so caught up in the appearance of the new human transfer that they'd failed to spend time with their MC. Who seemed to be doing just fine in the sense that they were also quite preoccupied by Sage's appearance and thinking that they were giving their time equally to everyone.

Who the brothers quickly realize had been monopolizing all the freetime MC suddenly had without any shame at all.

They understand why Sage would like MC, MC was amazing after all.

Now that they know though, it's somewhat of a fight for them to be able to spend time with MC now that Sage is clearly intent on being more than just "besties" with their fellow human. And oooh, they are good at keeping the brothers from encroaching on their time together.

They knew they'd have the brothers as rivals for MC's affection/attention and the sly lil' human is not keen on sharing right away. So essentially, when they hung out with each individual brother - they carefully observed them and their quirks, ticks, and exactly how to exploit them.

Lucifer is unfortunately cuffed by his loyalty to Diavolo. So when MC says that they can't do something because they and Sage are assigned work by the Prince/asked for a transfer specific thing; he can't intervene.

Mammon nearly choked on his own tongue when Sage straight up pulls his schedule off the top of their head to say that he's busy. Not to mention making plans with a couple witches who weren't very fond of him.

Levi is sent into an almost panicked spiral as they always remind him of something or other's game/show release and events! Or that they and MC have their own fandom based meeting that he didn't know about.

Satan is easily distracted with cats and new books. He curses the world when he realized Sage had simply baited him into getting engrossed in a particularly good one.

Asmo has fans and Sage knows he doesn't like to disappoint, so had gifted him a bunch of things to review/try on camera. He didn't know exactly why they'd got him these gifts and assumed it was because they liked him so much. While they do like him on a friendly level, he now knows it's because he's a clear rival. It makes him all huffy because they were being a good friend but also stealing his time with MC.

Beel was just distracted thoroughly by Sage's human culinary degree. If given food intermittently, he'd just focus on that just forget about almost everything else. Sage is nice too and their cooking is good and of they teamed up with MC, that's a win for him! So what does it matter if they're cooking without him? They know he'd eat the uncooked ingredients after all. Sage is just being considerate... Right??

Belphie is the most possessive of the brothers and quickly learn that Sage just tells MC that they don't want to wake him while he's sleeping so peacefully. While touched at MC's consideration to allow him to rest, kinda pissed Sage is purposely using it to keep him from spending time with them.

Ohhhhh and Sage is fully aware of their pact marka and how power MC actually holds. While it is another reason to admire them and fawn over how amazing they are, it also is extremely beneficial for them in the long run.

They know the brothers are still their friends and junk. But having MC be able to protect them by commanding them kinda makes them swoon and makes them feel more secure in just happily flirting with them. Sage also make the brothers aware that if they were hurting MC at all then they could just summon any of them at will. Despite now making sure they get to spend all this time with their crush, they're still the fair type and is not upset at the prospect of the bros being cunning enough to also spend time with MC

So overall, Sage is a highly competent human rival.

Has the potential to steal MC's heart with all the time they could now spend together.

That's all I could think for the time being.

~ Dari

The beautiful @achoonihaachu had written a piece based off this concept!!

It's titled "God Must Hate Me" and I am so ready for the next parts.

And I've drawn Yuki and Sage HERE!

Hey y'all!

I'm really curious if each individual pokemon has at least one person on earth where that Pokemon is their absolute favorite! If possible, reblog this and add your favorite in the tags and I'll try and compile the data in a spreadsheet or something!

REBLOG to fuck a WIZARD

IGNORE for PENIS CURSE

Just realized that both coming out day and indigenous peoples day are on the 11th this year so here's your reminder from your local queer native to not let Indigenous Peoples Day get ignored and forgotten this year. Support natives even if they're not queer this october 11th, and don't let white + colonized narratives be the main focus of the day.

Rough Year - Doing Better for Myself

Ladies and gents and non-binary friends, this marks the end of my support of YY. 

For my mental health, I’m going to withdrew my subscription and just... Step away.

Her work inspired me to create and I will never forget that.

But this is a chapter that needs to end.

Her actions caused people pain and I can’t stand by that anymore. I can no longer stand with her for the things that had come to light, even if there is any apology.

I’m done.

But do not go and attack or harass anyone involved.

~ Dari