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True Love Hurts - Lucifer x GN!MC

Random idea that hit me, and ended up getting waaay longer than expected lol 💙

Fandom: Obey Me

Paring: Lucifer x GN!MC

Word Count: 6,486 (got a little out of hand lol)

Description:  After MC's death, settling into the life of an angel hasn't gone smooth being separated from their demon family after a human lifetime together. Inspired by the lyrics "They say true love hurts, well this could almost kill me," from the song "The Harold Song" by Kesha. I used a few lines from it in here as well.

Warnings: Angsty for a majority of it (there is a happy ending). Swearing once or twice. Talk of death/dying/sickness. Talk of 'falling.'

“MC?” Simeon calls out as he knocks on their bedroom door in the home they share with Luke. “Sweetie, we have to talk.”

Receiving no response once again, he sighs and opens the door anyway, revealing MC in bed with their back to him, their white wings ruffled and uncared for.

Silently crossing the room, he sits on the edge of the bed and places a hand on their hip. When they don’t react to his touch, he’s forced to crawl over them in the bed to see their face.

Their face expressionless but tear-stained. Bags under their eyes from obvious lack of sleep. Only the gentle glow of their halo shining off their face allows him to see some of their features sunken in.

They had been a radiant human in his eyes, and an even more radiant angel when they first arrived. Bright and full of warmth as they’d always been. But over time the raging war inside them became more evident.

They missed the brothers. Their lover specifically. They’d been able to spend their remaining human years in the Devildom at the House of Lamentation by their side, and their time in the Celestial Realm felt like a glaring hole was in their life.

Simeon and Luke tried desperately to keep a smile on their face, but little by little it slipped. Until they barely saw them leave their room anymore. Insisting on staying in their room on their own nearly all hours of the day. Only slipping out to do their required duties before coming home and back into their room.

They left dinner plates outside the door, that more often than not sat untouched. They tried giving them space but it was to no avail.

Then after MC’s confrontation with Michael, they’d all but locked themselves away from the world. Refusing to leave for duties, refusing to talk, and refusing to eat.

Simeon had been forced to ask Michael what had happened, finding out MC had requested a visit to the Devildom, and been denied. At the denial they’d snapped and screamed at him before being escorted from the building of the high angels.

He reaches out to gently run a hand through their feathers, pulling out loose ones that he could reach and carefully patting others back into place. “How are you feeling today hun?”

“Like I’m living in my own personal hell but evidently I’m in paradise and being rewarded for being a good person in my life,” they state flatly, their voice rough and deeper than normal.

“I’m sure it won’t feel like this forever,” he assures them, continuing his motions on their wings. “One day you’ll be able to visit. I’m sure Michael and father have their reasons for saying no for the time being. You haven’t been here but 100 years.”

“I highly doubt it,” they huff, crossing their arms in the first display of emotion Simeon’s seen from them in ages. “I’m here for all of eternity. They hate Lucifer because of everything. They’re doing this on purpose. They don’t want me to be around him.”

“Well, at least you are both alive and in love, there is always a chance right? I don’t think either of them hate Lucifer, nor do they hate you. I think they just need time to make decisions and process it all.”

A dry laugh escapes their lips as their eyes lock with his, “You know they say that true love hurts right? Well this could almost kill me.”

“It feels like my life is fading from me while everyone watches me walk through the realm judging me for loving a demon. Judging my bleeding heart. Judging my pain. This is hell for me Simeon. I just… want to see him one more time before I die at least. I don’t feel like I’ve got that long left.”

Tears roll down Simeon’s cheeks as he pulls them into his lap. His arms hold them tightly to his chest and their head rests against his shoulder, their slow breaths on his exposed skin running a chill up his spine. “Why do you think that? Do Michael and father know about this?”

“No,” they respond softly, their wings disappearing as they allow themselves to snuggle into his warmth. “I’ve seen the way they look at me. I didn’t bother with all the details.”

“We’re going to speak to them, now. Something must be done.” He states firmly, slipping his arm under their legs and getting off the bed. “Things can’t go on like this.”

-

“I request audience with Michael,” Simeon states at the entrance of his home. The guards glance at MC in his arms before allowing him in.

“Simeon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Michael asks, his brow furrowing as Simeon approaches him and puts MC down on their wobbly legs, their unkept wings and flickering halo coming back out.

“Something must be done Michael, look at them,” he insists, indicating to MC. “They’re practically a corpse.”

Michael gets to his feet and circles MC a few times, lifting their chin to look into their eyes. “This is more than just protest. I had thought they were just angry with our decision.”

Lifting his glowing hand he carefully runs it over their body before stopping at their chest, tearing open the shirt to reveal the mark of Lucifer glowing an angry red on their chest. “Is this… a pact mark? How do you still have this?” He demands.

Blinking their eyes several times to focus on him they shrug, “Dunno… it just stayed. The others are gone but his stayed and has slowly gotten worse and worse. All I feel is agony. My chest burn, my heart hurts. I’ve lived every day feeling like I’m slowly dying, but I gave up on hiding it.”

Reaching out to touch the mark, Michael rips his hand back quickly with a yelp, looking down at his burnt fingertips he clicks his tongue. “A human with angel blood… with a mate level pact with one of the most powerful demons, a fallen angel himself… turned now into an angel. I can only think the strength of the pact and Lucifer being a fallen angel of higher status has conflicted with their angel form. You’re essentially an angel with part of a demon trapped inside of you, burning you from the inside. You’re going to die.”

A sound most similar to a shriek leaves Simeon, his arms quickly wrapping around MC, “You can’t be serious! There must be something we can do?”

Leaning forward to carefully button MC’s shirt back up, Michael stares at them thoughtfully. “There is only one thing I could possibly think of. But I’m not sure father would approve of the idea. And I’m not even sure they’d survive it. The best way to survive would be even further from being something father would allow. But I shall discuss it with him.”

“Can I come with you?” Simeon insists. “After taking MC home. I want to speak to him about it. I don’t know if it will help, but I will plead for them if I must.”

“I will allow it, but you must know we’re going there to advocate them falling. It’s not going to be an easy request, and if we win it they’re going to become a demon.”

MC carefully lowers themselves to the ground, the world spinning around them as the two angels’ words seem to blur together, and before they can say anything, their world goes black.

-

“Simeon.” Lucifer answers his D.D.D. coldly from the name on the display. His hand going to rake through his messy hair.

“Please give me time to explain and fully hear me out,” Simeon starts, pulling a humorless chuckle from Lucifer.

“You’ve got my partner up there and haven’t bothered to answer my calls or call me in over a century to tell me how they are at the very least. And now you want my full attention? What if I don’t want to give you any of my attention and want to just hang up?”

“If you do that, MC is going to die. Removed from existence. Not be reborn somewhere else.”

His words feel like an ice water being poured over his head, his every nerve on edge and seemingly burning, “What. Has. Happened?”

“A condensed version, they seemed fine for a decent time. Then slowly began locking themselves in their room often, only coming out for duties and meals. Then they had an argument with father and Michael, they’d requested to visit you and were denied.”

“He couldn’t even give me that?” he hisses. “They couldn’t see me once?”

“After that they were escorted home and refused to leave their room or speak.”

“For how long has that been? Are they in danger because of that argument?”

“It’s been… five years? Six? We’ve tried giving them space, tried forcing them out. They haven’t wanted to eat or leave or anything. I forced myself into their room a few days ago. Their wings are unkept, bags under their eyes, expressionless, face sunken in. They look like a corpse, mere shadow of their former selves.”

“…And no one has said or done anything until now?”

“They’ve not let us in. But that is beside the point right now. They talked about being in pain, that they felt like they were dying. So I took them to speak to Michael. And they… they are… dying.”

“Dying from what? How are they dying?”

“It turns out your pact mark never went away. Michael thinks it was some kind of conflict in their body from having the blood of angel and human, with a higher pact with a high demon that has fallen angel blood, and them now being an angel. He said they’re an angel with a part of a demon inside them, burning them from the inside. It burnt Michael when he touched it. It’s angry and red and terrible looking, nothing like when they were a human.”

“My… pact is killing them? What are they planning on doing? How can I help? I assume you called to tell me there is something I can do, not just to make me feel helpless as they die two realms away from me,” he snaps angrily.

“You have to talk to Diavolo and help me set up a call for he and Michael.”

“Why Diavolo?”

“The… only way MC will make it out of this possibly alive is if they fall,” Simeon says as his voice cracks and he takes a deep breath. “We’ve gotten father to agree to an approved fall if Diavolo accepts it. They can’t take the chance of falling like you all did, they will die. And father will only approve it if it’s guaranteed they will have a better life as a demon. Since they’ve done no wrong, it’s considered saving them not actually falling.”

“Are you serious? An approved fall? How will that fix anything?”

“We think by turning them into a demon it will no longer harm them. And possibly being closer to you will help. And there’s one other thing…”

“What?”

“If the call goes well… and you are willing. Father is willing to allow you to come get them and fall with them. I don’t know how you feel about coming here again, or having to go through it again. But I think they have a better chance of making it if you’re with them. The way they are now… I’m worried about the process. And landing. They’re going to need medical attention once they arrive.”

Lucifer swallows hard, visions of his own fall flashing through his mind, the scars from his missing wings aching at the memory. “I will think on it. And speak with Diavolo. Please keep me updated.”

-

Stepping through the portal, Lucifer immediately shields his eyes at the blinding brightness of the Celestial Realm, a curse slipping from his lips.

“Not home for two seconds and you’ve already given into sin,” a familiar voice calls out, he turns to see Michael and two other angels behind him.

“Habit,” Lucifer mutters, reluctantly shaking the hand offered to him.

“It’s been a long time old friend. Black looks quite different on you.”

“I feel it suits me,” he grumbles, starting toward the city in the distance with Michael at his side. “I’ve been in the Devildom a long time now. This place feels like I stuck my head inside a lamp.”

“I can’t imagine how you all live in darkness all the time,” Michael muses, his eyes flickering over Lucifer’s exhausted expression and ruffled black wings. “And as the Avatar of Pride I’m surprised to see you in such a state.”

“You get used to it. And today isn’t exactly a social visit,” he snaps back impatiently, fighting off the urge to go find MC himself. “I’m here to collect my deathly ill mate, and go through one of the worst days of their life with them. I’ve not time to preen.”

“I honestly never thought I’d see the day.”

“That I’d return here?”

“Well that,” Michael shrugs. “But more so Lucifer, the Morningstar himself taking a mate. What was a human mate at that. You always seemed… quite opposed to the idea. That kind of companionship never seemed to be your thing as it were.”

“Some things are just vague concepts you put little thought into until something gives it real meaning. I didn’t choose to take a mate, who they are made me want them at my side.”

Michael pauses at that, a gentle smile and shake of his head, “As eloquent as ever. But I will agree they are quite special. Stubborn and headstrong at times, but special. I had hoped to get the chance to get closer to them over time, but their heart had them focused on one thing, and I’m not their favorite person to say the least.”

Lucifer nods absentmindedly, his gaze fixated on the buildings ahead, “If they wanted me and our family, denying them that would do little to gain their favor.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t want you to see them, or to hurt either of you,” Michael sighs, reaching out to touch Lucifer’s shoulder, which he quickly shrugs away. “I felt it would be harder on them going there then having to come back. And father was worried they’d choose to fall. No one here wants someone to fall and take a chance at becoming an Avatar of sin. At least this way they won’t change much.”

“No one even bothered to tell me how they were,” Lucifer spits out, sending an angry look Michael’s way. “I only found out they’d even become an angel when I wanted to bring them back and was told it wasn’t possible.”

“Would it have helped you to get updates when you knew you wouldn’t be able to be near them or see them?”

“Yes. At least knowing how they were doing would have helped. Because whether I could see them myself, I still care about their wellbeing. Which clearly has been a problem for awhile now.”

Having reached the city, the two walk in silence, just the sounds of their footsteps echoing on the streets. Lucifer can feel gazes on him from all directions, and whispers coming from the buildings but he does his best to straighten his back and ignore it.

They finally reach a small house with Simeon’s name in golden letters written across the mailbox. Michael is barely able to knock before the door is swung up to reveal Simeon himself, and a very worried Luke behind him.

“You actually came,” Simeon says with a sigh of relief. “I hadn’t told them in case you changed your mind. I didn’t want to disappoint them.”

“Where are they?” he asks following Simeon and Luke into the house.

Simeon nods toward the stairs, “Second room on the right. We’ll wait here for you to bring them down.”

“Bring them down?”

“They… are very weak,” Simeon explains with a pained expression. “They can’t walk far, and probably can’t make it down the stairs. If you don’t want to carry them though I will, I don’t mind.”

“No, I will carry them,” Lucifer insists, turning his back to the angels and heading up the stairs. His heart beating loudly in his ears as he approaches the door.

His hand wraps around the knob, excitement building in his chest. They’re here. MC is on the other side of this door. The last he’d seen them was their lifeless body when they departed before. Now 100 years later they were just a door away. Alive.

Twisting the knob he lets himself into the dark room. Dark wallpaper, dark floors, black sheets, no lights. Clothes litter the floor, and the wall are bare besides a few pictures hastily taped to them. A picture of himself catching his eye before his attention turns to the bundle of haphazard white feathers on the bed.

“Simeon… you can stop fussing. I’ve… a-accepted this. Stop… hurting yourself,” their voice calls out to him, gravely and weak.

His chest aches at the sound. Defeated. Weak. Sickly. He crosses the small room and reaches out to smooth down some of their feathers. The state of them appalling. They’ve obviously given up. Their halo flickering dully over their head, and their breathing labored.

“Well lucky for you, you’ve someone new to fuss over you,” he finally responds, noticing the way their head quickly lifts up.

Their head turning towards him, rapidly blinking at him in disbelief. “I must really be dying, I’m seeing you,” they chuckle before laying their head back down. “Suppose my mind decided to be nice. Let me see you one more time.”

Gripping their shoulder, he carefully turns them over to take in their sunken features and how frail they look, a shudder running through his body at the sight. “Darling, this isn’t your mind playing tricks on you. I’m here to bring you home.”

“You’re lying, this is the Celestial Realm. You’re not here, you wouldn’t even come here if they let you,” MC hisses, tears in their eyes.

“I am here, and I’m here for you. And I am taking you home with me, we’re going back to the House of Lamentation. You’ll see the whole family, and you’ll be tucked into our bed,” he insists, reaching out a hand to them.

The look at him wearily, before reaching out and grasping his hand, letting him pull them up into his lap. They straddle his hips and stare into his eyes, their own wide as they take in his face.

Their arms quickly wrap around him, tears dampening his shirt under their face while he strokes their head, “I want to… but I’m dying Lucifer.”

“That’s why I’m here,” his lips press to their forehead. “We’re going to make you better. Did Simeon tell you anything about it?”

“He… and Michael discussed something. But I wasn’t understanding the whole talk. And they sounded unsure.”

“Do you trust me darling?”

“Always,” they respond immediately.

“It’s going to hurt, and it’s going to be frightening. But I’ll be with you the entire time.”

“Can you…” they start to say before trailing off.

“Can I what?”

“I just… wanted you to try something. But it might not work…” they inhale deeply and break into a fit of coughs.

“What is it?”

Unbuttoning the top of their shirt, Lucifer’s breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of his pact on their chest. Simeon’s words hadn’t prepared him for how grotesque it looked. Deep scarred wounds that looked alarmingly red formed the mark. “Can you try to touch it?”

“Won’t that hurt you?”

“It already hurts. And it burned Michael… but I just thought maybe your touch. I don’t know.”

His hand gently rests against their chest, a sigh of relief immediately leaving their lips as they slouch into his body.

“So nice,” they practically purr as his thumb follows the lines of the mark.

“That helps?”

“It feels cooling,” they whisper, their head lulling onto his shoulder. “I don’t know if you really came to take me back, or if you’re just here to comfort me. But… if this is how I go, I don’t mind it.” Their hand grips his waistcoat with the strength they can manage. “I love you, desperately.”

“Forgive me,” he nearly whispers in their ear, his eyes glued to the source of their pain. His mark marring their skin.

“For what?”

“It’s our pact. My love for you. My mark, killing you, if it wasn’t for-” he’s stopped by their finger being pressed against his lips.

“I wouldn’t have done anything differently. Even if this kills me,” they respond as strongly as they can manage. “As I told Simeon. They say that true love hurts, and damn being separated from you really fucking hearts. Literally. My chest has been on fire for a century.”

He laughs bitterly at that, blinking at the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, “You’re not supposed to be swearing, you’re an angel right now love.”

“Mhm, but I’m dying of having demon energy in me, I think it’s permitted this time. I’m also in the arms of a demon, I don’t think I’m good at this angel thing.”

“Well, you won’t be one much longer. I am taking you home darling, just stay with me.”

They hum lowly and snuggle into him as he stands up from their bed, holding them in close to his chest as their eyes drift shut. “Is there anything here you care about?”

“Pictures,” they mumble before their breathing evens out, the heat of it on his neck.

Noticing a backpack on the floor, he manages to grab it and rip the photos from the wall. Shoving a few other things he notices in the bag, he tosses it over his shoulder and heads out of the room and down the stairs.

“Are they…” Simeon starts to ask but trails off, his eyes wide with worry.

“They fell asleep,” he responds, watching the look of relief wash over his face. Shuffling them in his arms, he pulls the bag off his shoulder and deposits it in Simeon’s arms. “Whenever you visit, please bring that. I was going to bring it, but it’s safer with you. We might lose it.”

Nodding solemnly, Simeon accepts the bag and puts it across his shoulders as they head towards the door.

“I’m coming too!” Luke shrieks as he races out of his room, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“This isn’t going to be pretty,” Lucifer snaps back at him. “It’s no place for you to be.”

“He’s right,” Michael comments before Luke can respond. “You don’t need to see this.”

Luke hangs his head and hastily wipes his tears. “Can I say goodbye to them?”

Simeon glances at Lucifer who sighs before kneeling down to make MC accessible to Luke.

Luke races over quickly, taking their face in his hands and kisses their forehead, “We’ll see each other again MC I swear! You’ll always be my family! Even if you’re a demon! Be safe, please!”

He gently wraps his arms around their upper torso, pulling Lucifer into the hug as he sobs. “Take care of them,” he whimpers and he pulls back to meet Lucifer’s gaze.

“Always,” he answers, getting back to his feet and heading toward the door as the sounds of Luke’s sobs fade behind him.

Michael walks on ahead, Lucifer and Simeon following behind.

“I’m not ready to lose them,” Simeon admits, his voice cracking at the statement. “I cared for them deeply before, but they’ve become like my sibling. And I’ve failed them.”

Lucifer sighs and closes the distance between them, his shoulder bumping Simeon’s, “You didn’t do this. You tried everything you could, I believe that. I’m… not pleased with being left in the dark on this for so long. But I’m sure that was not entirely your call.”

“If I’d have known it was so bad, I’d have tried to do more, far sooner,” his white wings droop in defeat.

“Let’s just hope for the best with this. We have to move forward,” Lucifer responds stiffly. “It’s going to be rough. And we have no certainty it will even work.”

“I think there’s a far better chance with you being with them. But I can’t imagine having to relive it will be a pleasant experience.”

“It won’t be. I didn’t choose to return here and relive an experience from one of the worst days of my life for fun.”

Simeon reaches out to put an arm around Lucifer, a gesture he for once doesn’t fight.

As they make it to the field, Michael gestures a spot for Lucifer to stand. Laying MC on the ground, he gentle shakes them awake until their eyes are blinking open and searching for him.

“I’m sorry. But you have to be awake for this darling. I need you to be able to hold onto me,” he instructs as he pulls them up to their feet, supporting their weight as they stumble.

Their hands quickly grip his coat and their wings flair out behind them. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a chain, and carefully loops it around their waist, and then his own, sealing it with magic, pulling them flush together.

“You’re going to keep your arms around my neck, holding on as tight as you possibly can unless I instruct you to do otherwise. I’m going to holding onto your waist, tightly. This is going to hurt. There may be blood. I can’t tell you exactly what will change in you, it’s different for each of us. I don’t know how the pact with effect this. Just trust in me, and don’t let go.”

“If we do lose one another, scream. As loud as you can. Anything you can. Guide me back to you. I don’t intend on letting that happen, but if it does, that is what you do. Do you understand me?”

They nod weakly and reach up to wrap their arms around his neck. He gestures for them to jump up, hooking their legs around his waist between his sets of wings. Uttering a spell, the chains around them further tighten.

“Can I say goodbye?” Simeon calls out as they finish their preparations.

Michael nods, and Simeon races across the space to throw his arms around the two of them, his tears flowing down his cheeks. “Both of you please be careful. MC, you have become my sibling, and you always will be. I love you, and I promise I will visit.”

“And you,” he says looking into Lucifer’s eyes, “Whatever has happened, or will happen. You are still a brother to me in my heart. Protect them, but also yourself.”

Lucifer nods sharply, reaching out to briefly pat his shoulder before gripping MC again, “We will see you on your next visit.”

And with that Simeon steps back toward Michael, his arms wrapped around his own midsection in worry.

“Are you ready?” Michael calls out.

MC’s face tucks in the collar of his coat and their grip tightens as Lucifer glances down at them. Taking a deep breath he nods and clears his throat, “As ready as one can be for this.”

Michael nods back, a spell starting to flow from his mouth, the air around the two of them darkening and crackling in their ears. His chest tightens as he feels the ground bowing beneath, trying hard to keep his grip tight but not bonebreaking on their fragile form.

And before he can have another thought, the ground gives out from beneath them and they’re falling, a startled yelp coming from his lips as the memories swim in front of his eyes.

The familiar metallic smell of blood hitting his nostrils as they free fall, droplets swirl in the air around them. “Stay with me!” He shouts into the wind, feeling their hand splay across his neck, a cry of pain ripping from their throat.

It was then he started noticing the changes. Their white wings quickly darkening to black, tips of horns starting to protrude from their head, and the feel of sharp fangs sinking into his shoulder as they bite down in pain.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, just hold on,” he chants, saying it as much for his own benefit as theirs. His body wants to frantically grip at the air with his wings, but at this force he knows it would be futile. Him breaking his wings wouldn’t do either of them any good.

After several minutes he feels their grip on him loosen, their hands dropping from his neck and their legs loosening around his hips. Tightening his own grip, he quickly wraps his wings around the both of them to hold them together in a cocoon. His lips press to their bloodied hair between the growing horns and he focuses on their breathing. Still there.

When finally the scent of Devildom air hits his senses, he rapidly spreads his wings out to catch the air, jerking them sideways roughly at the sudden impact on their plummeting. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he manages to fully catch the wind and gain enough control to slow their landing.

Within seconds they’ve reached the ground, releasing his human form and twisting so his back hits the soil, knocking the air from his lungs.

And there’s silence. Dirt flies in the air around them, and he realizes they’ve landed on the same spot as where he’d fallen before.

Muttering a spell, the chain around their waists unlocks and drops to their sides.

“MC, darling, are you with me?” He asks, tapping them for a response. When he receives none he panics.

Flipping them over he presses his ear to their chest, to hear their heart still beating and labored breaths going through their lungs.

Changing back to his demon form, he rest back on his legs, his hands going through his hair as he tries to sort everything in his mind.

Their transformation complete, he realizes their pact did more than he could have ever guessed.

Their jet black wings spread out in the dirt under them, small horns not dissimilar to his own on their head, and a small black diamond in the center of their forehead. Their clothes had also gone black, a stark difference to the Celestial Realm robes of before.

Carefully pulling down the collar of their shirt, he realizes the pact mark hadn’t disappeared but had once again changed. No longer scarred and angry looking, just a soft blow glow emanating from it.

Fixing their shirt, he gets to his feet and carefully pulls them into his arms. Flexing his wings, he winces in pain, deciding they’d have to walk.

Pressing a kiss to the new black diamond on their forehead, he starts the walk up the incline of the crater he’d caused the first time he fell.

“There you two are,” a voice calls out, his head snapping up to see Diavolo and Barbatos waiting for them at the top of the crater. “Would you like me to take them?” he offers, but Lucifer grunts and hugs them closer to his chest.

“I’ve got them, they need me.”

Diavolo looks over them as Barbatos looks over MC quickly.

“I see their pact with you impacted their transformation,” he comments, his hands brushing over MC’s black wings. “Interesting.”

“I would suggest we get them back to the castle immediately. And as you’re injured Lucifer, I believe it’s best if My Lord flies them back. I can open a portal for us, I don’t think it’s wise to put their body through a portal at the moment,” Barbatos states as he once again checks their pulse on their neck.

Lucifer’s eyes flicker between the two of them, his fangs bearing as he holds them tight to his body. They’d taken MC’s body from him once. They’d also taken Lilith from him once. No. He wasn’t giving them up this time. They were staying with him. No-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo says firmly. “I will care for them. Do what is best for MC. Hand them over.”

Lucifer’s gaze drops to the ground, shame radiating through his body. He nods reluctantly and transfers them into Diavolo’s arms. Pressing a quick kiss to their cheek before withdrawing to stand beside Barbatos.

Diavolo gives them a nod before unfurling his wings and shooting up into the air, the crackle of a portal being made behind him turns Lucifer’s attention from the sky.

“How do they look?” he asks as Barbatos works.

“I didn’t get to examine them much.”

“I know you. You got more out of that than most people would.”

“They’re in bad shape. But it felt like their body was trying to heal itself. They still need immediate care, and it’s going to take time. They’ve been slowly dying from the inside out for a century, it’s not going to be an overnight fix.”

“As long as there is a fix, that’s all I care about.”

“Indeed. Satan and Solomon are also waiting at the castle to provide any assistance we may need.”

“You informed Solomon?”

“He’s a powerful sorcerer who cares for them, he’s useful help. And we have to take into account this is a unique situation. They’ve been human, angel, and demon. I thought having a human input may be valuable. I was more surprised that you informed Satan.”

“He’s studied intensively on potions, restorative magic, and he cares about MC’s wellbeing. I can trust that he’d do nothing to harm them.”

“Do your other brothers know?”

Lucifer shakes his head swiftly, “No. I didn’t want to get them worked up. Them frantically pacing waiting, or them hoping if there was no hope. Satan fortunately keeps the coolest head in these situations.”

The portal finally widens and the two step through it onto the shiny gold tiles of the palace. Barbatos quickly gets to work, calling for Solomon and Satan, throwing out a variety of orders.

As the four walk, Satan falls into step with Lucifer, glancing over at his brother, “Are they…?”

“Barely,” Lucifer sighs and reaches up to run his hand through his hair. “Diavolo is flying them here now. Barbatos thought it unwise to move their body through a portal after all its been through.”

“And you didn’t fly them back yourself?” he asks incredulously. “You just got them back and you handed them over?”

Looking down ashamed, he mutters a quiet answer back, “I… was unable. To fly.”

“You can’t fly?” Satan’s gaze goes to Lucifer’s wings, noticing one drooping lower than the other. “What happened?”

“I had to slow us down once we hit the Devildom air. Couldn’t chance hitting the ground at the speed we were going with the state they’re in.”

Satan nods, looking forward as he looks deep in thought. Sighing, he reaches a hand out, grabbing ahold of Lucifer’s wing and muttering a spell under his breath.

A cool magic quickly travels up Lucifer’s wing, a sigh of relief leaving his own lips, “Thank you.”

“MC would feel bad if they knew you were hurt helping them,” He snaps back, a red flush across his cheeks.

Catching up to Barbatos and Solomon, Lucifer surveys the room they’ve set up. Various medical and magical items in every direction.

The sound of the castle doors opening pulls Lucifer’s attention, turning back he heads toward the sound quickly to see Diavolo entering with MC in his arms. Lucifer holds his arms out as he approaches them, and Diavolo deposits them carefully into his arms. The pair head to the set up room.

After setting them in the bed, Barbatos and Solomon immediately start to examine them as Lucifer takes a step back between Satan and Diavolo.

Satan stares at their face from his position, before turning to give Lucifer a worried look. “I wanted to see them again… but…” he trails off.

“I know.”

-

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” Lucifer calls out from his place in the air, watching as a mass of black feathers flaps wildly in the wind.

“I’m going to get this down I swear it!” MC shouts back excitedly. “I can fucking fly!”

“Flying might be a strong word for what you’re currently doing,” he teases, dropping in closer to them to grip their arm and stabilize them in the air.

“When Simeon tried to teach me back in the Celestial Realm I could never seem to get off the ground, so this is a vast improvement!” They insist with a smile.

“Just be careful.”

“I know Luci, I know,” they reply with an eyeroll, and spin themselves in the air happily and take off.

Lucifer shakes his head and chuckles at the display, pride blooming in his chest. The moonlight reflecting off their black feathers as they practice each drill he’d taught them.

Their change of appearance had been odd at first, the first time their eyes opened to reveal they’d gone crimson like his own had been the biggest shock. Having his wings, his horns, his diamond, his eyes, and then his pact mark still large across their chest, he realized exactly how entangled in one another’s existence they were.

To think they were once just a file sitting on the floor of his office. One folder that had sat neatly in a pile of hundreds that just happened to fall at the right time. One folder that slid under his shoe as they all scattered around his desk.

One human that stood before the council with determination. One human that flipped the house of demons upside down. And one human that burrowed into his heart and sealed their fate with a pact and a kiss late one night in the Devildom.

Now one radiant, exquisite, beautiful demon that reflected everything good inside of him. His better half some would say. A statement that should have hurt his pride. And if it had been said before, it would have. The implication that someone was better than he. But there they were. Nearly an extension of himself, his own shining star that filled him with pride.

Diavolo had always said he started the exchange program to foster relationships and understanding between the three species. To creating a better understanding, to learn, to grow bonds. Somehow MC had become a combination of all three, the best of all three if you asked him. Showing they aren’t all THAT different, and they most certainly can get along.

Now, if he just didn’t have to hear Diavolo brag about how his exchange program idea singlehandedly made him the world’s greatest wingman… that would be great.

-

Masterlist

Is he gaslighting? #gaslightgatekeepgirlboss

I read fics, I get very specific vibes, I get this specific vibe from @dabisqueen ‘s Dabi, do not ask me why–

I’m also keeping him good night.

A quick sketch for his birthday <3

It’s You

Satan x reader

wc : 0.8k

warnings : mentions of blood, brief depictions of war

synopsis : He remembers you.

There was yelling. Ear-piercing screams, angry shouts, betrayal-dripping words. Celestia didn’t look beautiful anymore. Not when there was blood and feathers scattered across the ground, spears and arrows flying, swords clashing. Not now. 

Celestia was hideous right now— disgusting, disgraceful. Standing on the red stained grass had you feeling nauseous until you saw him.

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

The way I still love you [2/2]

CW: obsession, kidnapping, angst, delusional love, manipulation, implied mentions of nsfw, but you can imagine it yourself idk, and a lot of switching between povs which I don’t make note of whose point of view it is.

Yandere Kamisato Ayato x GN!Reader

[The way I still love you by Reynard Silva]

UNEDITED, I apologize if there are any mistakes or typos of pronouns. 

Word count; 4300||10 pages||

Minors do not interact.

You are warned.

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A little Lucibun for @bibliosophist!!!