Lore I -  The Beginnings Of Destruction

I was originally going to leave the lore posts at 1-6 and give all additional information in extraneous posts and character files, but thinking about it I may have enough for another lore post. Definitely won’t be coming out for a long while, though. Need to establish a LOT more.

Character File: Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles, as a demon noble with a strong hatred for angels, was very pro-war leading up to the Armageddon. Though RAD does not exist in this timeline, Mephistopheles is in charge of a professional newspaper, which he uses to publish dozens of propaganda pieces encouraging the war effort, ranging from incendiary papers about the angels to blatant calls for war.

However, eventually the Armageddon hit too close to home. As the war broke out, Mephistopheles lost his brother to the freezing cold. The death of his brother sent him spiraling, and now he’s wondering what to believe. He’s gone on a search for Diavolo, wanting to mend their relationship for comfort and closure.

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Character File: Thirteen

Thirteen, as a reaper, had much more distance from the events than the other characters did. Though she did reside in the Devildom, her deep cave did shelter her from the effects that ravaged the rest of the realm. However, Thirteen had to get involved when the Armageddon interfered with her job. She took notice that her candles were burning out at an alarming rate, across all three races in all three realms. She was absolutely dumbfounded- she was an experienced reaper, she couldn’t have messed something up this badly; what was going on?

Given her hermit lifestyle, there were few people she could go to about the situation. Her older sister Candy was out of the question. As the situation grew more and more troubling, Thirteen eventually had no choice but to go to Solomon. She confronted him angrily, wanting to believe he’d just pulled some prank as part of their rivalry, only to find Solomon disheveled and disturbed.

After exchanging their knowledge of the situation, the two of them formed a begrudging alliance. Thirteen still very much held her grudge on Solomon, and she had no real emotional attachment to the wellbeing of the realms, but she understood that as a reaper she could not allow the situation to continue. Life and death was her domain, and it was her job to keep them in balance. A reaper could not be a reaper in a world with nothing left to die. As such, she fought fervently to end the war, Solomon at her side.

Within their duo, Thirteen was much more of the front-line fighter. As Solomon researched and attempted to form political allegiances, Thirteen focused on battle. She fought against the armies of Father and the Demon King, as well as rogue human looters. Due to her more rough-and-tumble approach, she needed clothing much more suited to battle. Her exposed midriff was a strong disadvantage in battle; even a reaper wasn’t immune to physical attack. Her crop top was replaced with a full-length plated breastplate made of unknown material that was off-white in color, looking like bone. In the middle of the chest was a black skull shape. Thirteen also donned a dark mauve-purple cloak, made of thick fabric to defend from attacks. The inside of the cloak was lined with rows of pockets for storing her various traps. Though she very much still relied on her traps, she also took up a melee weapon, a large black scythe. Later in the war, an incident would happen that left her missing her left eye. After this, she also wore a black eyepatch.

Lore III - A Scorched Celestial Realm

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The Celestial Realm, though always bright, has gradually grown to be unbearable due to the immense influx of power. Sunburns turned to heat blisters, which then turned to burn scars.

Most angels have developed severe damage to their eyes.

Many of them, their eyes are completely destroyed. Not only are their eyeballs themselves seared until they were mere crimson spheres, but the area around their eyes is red and raised in scar tissue. These angels have no sense of sight anymore. Though these are by far the most disturbing-looking, in one way these angels are lucky: due to all the nerves being burned, they are not in pain. Simeon is in this category.

Others suffered moderate burns. They have burns on certain areas of their eye, or the burns on their whole eye are minor enough that they have retained at least some sense of vision. Many of these angels suffer severe pain from their injuries, severe enough to make many to beg Father to have their eyes removed. Father refused, as an agonized soldier is more useful than a blind one. Many of these angels took matters into their own hands, preferring the temporary agony of removing their eyes themselves to the constant pain of keeping them. Raphael is in this category, but elected to keep his eyes.

And some, the luckiest of the bunch, had minor burns. Their vision tends to be quite blurry, but they can still make out fuzzy shapes, colors, and movement. This includes Luke, whose strong protective magic kept his vision miraculously in tact. However, Luke hides his vision at Simeon’s demand to avoid recruitment into the war.

Because of this, most angels wear blindfolds. Many angels' eyes are too far-gone for the blindfold to be hindering them in any real way, and they don't want others seeing their scarred eyes and discovering their weakness. They'd rather the demons think they're fighting with their eyes closed in an arrogant statement of “I can defeat you even with my eyes closed” rather than discover the dire truth.

Most angels also have most of the feathers of their wings scorched off, making it nearly impossible to fly.

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Ok but 

Thirteen with an eyepatch

Lore VIII - Within the Wreckage

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After a long, tireless fight from the Equinox Coalition, both Father and the Demon King were overthrown. The six fallen angels fought alongside their angel comrades once more to bring Father down, and in turn for their liberation the angels fought alongside the demons to bring down the Demon King. All major Coalition members survived, but their struggles weren’t over. Many questions still remained.

What would become of the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, which the two felled leaders had left ravaged in their wake? Where would the angels and demons go, if not to their homes? Who would command the angels in Father’s place, and the demons in the Demon King’s? How would each of the three realms be restored?

Most importantly, how could they even begin to recover from the horrific events that had nearly destroyed their world?

After the common enemy was taken out, the Coalition members began to argue amongst themselves. They stopped repressing their deep concerns and proclaimed themselves boldly in two categories: the Cohabitionalists, and the Reformists.

Many angels and demons missed their homelands, and wished to see them restored to their former glory. Many found the idea of coexisting among the other races to be humiliating and damaging to their culture. Many humans agreed with them, opposing the idea of housing angels and demons on their land. This group of angels, humans, and demons became known as the Reformists. They believed in reforming the Celestial Realm and the Devildom under new and more progressive leaders.

Demons who are a part of the Reformist school of thought usually nominate Lord Diavolo as their desired leader, while with angels it’s far more complicated. Many believed Michael to be the rightful ruler of a reformed Celestial Realm, but Michael has stepped away from nearly all of his responsibilities and showed no intention to regain leadership. In the fallout of the Armageddon, Michael no longer had the mental stability to lead, and readily admits and asserts this. Raphael is the logical second choice, but most angels strongly oppose his candidacy due to the oppressive and tyrannical tendencies he expressed as a military general in the war, as well as his poor track record even before the war. Simeon is a relatively well-liked option, though Simeon is expressedly a Cohabitationalist and many critics point out that Simeon is a rather low-ranking angel to be given this duty even if he wanted it.

A large number of humans supported the Reformist movement. They argued that the humans were having a hard enough time supporting themselves in the wreckage of their home, and that the angels and demons would simply be a further drain on their scarce resources. Additionally, many were still angry at the angels and demons for the destruction they had wrought upon the Human World in their time in the Celestial Legions and Devildom military, and felt no sympathy for these displaced peoples.

In opposition to the Reformist movement, many of those who had faced the worst the Celestial Realm and the Devildom had to offer argued that trying to restore those two realms was far too dangerous to be worth it. This view was corroborated by Solomon, who asserted that his knowledge of magic led him to believe these two realms were both too far gone. Those of this belief became known as the Cohabitionalists. They believed in the cohabitation of humans, angels, and demons in a rebuilt Human World.

Cohabitionalists often point out that the different species have more or less been sharing the Human World for quite a while already, as most angels and demons have immigrated to the Human World to escape the conditions of their own realms. The Royal Alliance of Diavolo is often pointed to as evidence that a society of all three species can and does work. They are also skeptical of the practicality of restoring the other two realms, believing that the reformists’ ideas are too unrealistic and that attempting to return to the two realms holds more risk than reward.

Just as a large number of humans opposed housing the demons and angels, a large number also embraced it. Many humans viewed the angels and demons as their honorary brethren after fighting so long and hard by their side. They had a certain sense of solidarity from the Equinox Coalition, and were more than ready to allow the surviving angels and demons to live with them in the Human World. A lot of help would be needed to rebuild it, after all. Many were willing to host the angels and demons as long as they helped with the effort to reverse the damage they had done.

During the war, the Reformists and Cohabitionalists hardly argued. Regardless of their belief, everyone was in it together, and everyone had the common goal of taking down Father and the Demon King. However, after the war ended and their common goal was achieved, the Equinox Coalition quickly split at the question of: “what now?”

The discourse between these two groups became very nasty very quickly. It quite literally pitted brother against brother, and every influential leader had something different to say. Simeon and Raphael became aggressive rivals during this period, with Simeon being a strong cohabitionalist and Raphael being a diehard Reformist. Most angels flocked to either Simeon or Raphael, essentially splitting the angels into two parties. Due to the differing ideas, an exhausted and broken Michael’s refusal to get involved, and Father’s absence, the infighting between the angels got out of hand and occasionally violent.

The demons, while less split than the angels due to all acknowledging Diavolo as their rightful leader, were also quite divided. Though Diavolo himself was expressedly a Cohabitionalist, many Reformists from the former demon nobility- such as Mephistopheles- touted him as a new Devildom ruler. The Seven Rulers of Hell couldn’t decide amongst themselves what they wanted- some were Reformists, and some were Cohabitionalists. Even the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor, were split apart by this debate. Belphegor was a passionate Reformist who vehemently opposed living with humans, while Beelzebub didn’t want to put anyone through the unforgiving wrath of the two broken realms ever again.

The times directly after the war were extremely uncertain times for all three races. It would eventually become known as “The Era of Uncertainty”.

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Announcement

This is just a bit of a status update on the blog.

Due to real-life circumstances, I’m going to be a lot less active online starting the coming Tuesday, March 22nd. I plan to still update this blog as usual, as I’ve saved up weeks worth of content in my drafts. I still plan to pop onto my blog each weekend to click publish on something from my drafts. However, there is a slight chance I won’t have the internet access to even do that.

So, if this blog goes dead for a month or so, I promise it isn’t because I abandoned this project. No, I am still wholeheartedly invested in making content for this AU and seeing what I can inspire others to create. Know that I will come back as soon as I possibly can, and I have much more planned to come.

IN THE END IM JUST A DEMON.

"I can feel a fucking darkness growing in my fucking soul." WHERE THE FUCK IS GOD by PRXJEK

Fandom(s) — Obey Me!: Shall We Date?

Character(s) — Belphegor × Beelzebub × POC!Reader

Dynamic(s) — None

Other Warning(s) — Death × Cannibalism × Physical Abuse × Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Ex. Notes: PLEASE do not get the wrong idea with the last concluding pieces of the work, Beel and Belphie did not do the word that is not to be said but starts with i and ends with t! They just- ate you. I wanted to do another piece for @obeymearmageddonau and do a Beelzebub and Belphie birthday oneshot at the sametime but make it dark. I was gonna make this fluffy but frick that :)

I may or may not be adding my own little twists buuuuuuttttt there will maybe be a part two w/Simeon.

I did this just to distract myself from this painful test I'm tryna take HA.

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"Move these bitches out of the area at once, men!" The sounds of thousands and thousands of innocent humans, cries, screams, and the occasional ghastly sound of a final cry before one has seen it's last day filled the abandoned factory. Beelzebub couldn't believe his eyes—

Hundreds of children being dragged by the hair into these remote areas to help the Demon King's troops win this war... and all for what reason? Why did this disaster fall upon them? Is father responsible for this? Why is he putting his own children into the battlefield, when they all are scarred and severed and at a critical point that they could collapse without even having been touched by their enemies.

Belphegor stood beside his twin, showing a look of no concern as one of the pregnant women came up to him, being shoved down and now at his feet. The orange haired demon tried to hide his tears, honest he did—but when his grievance became audible, the officer who walked her here turned to look at him alongside Belphegor. He knew his twin felt the same way he did, even if he truly hated humans to the core...

This was too much.

"Lord Beelzebub, what shall I do with this insolent bitch? She refuses to leave her child and work in the mine shafts like the rest of her fellow brethren." He turned his head to look behind the human to see you, a little dark skinned child with a nasty purple eye that was swollen. He took into note how dumbfounded you were, when the officer signaled for you to look up at the demon.

Somewhere, as he looked into your eyes, he saw something he never saw in any of the other children who were forced in here. A confused layer was evident, when looked at whole, but if you delved deeper—it was the personification of neutrality and tranquility.

Even as you heard the mimicry of the other children pleading with the soulless demons that continued to beat their mothers, in response to their incompetence or sluggish movements, you remained like stone and unmoved... quite concerning actually. As the dear person who brought you into this world was bent over, her dress ripped to pieces and the slashes on her back exposed to the cold atmosphere began to react negatively with this mix...

You never even flinched, especially as you were soon kicked to Beelzebub's feet.

"...I want the child." You looked back up at the orange tressed demon as his gloved index finger reached to point you out.

"The human woman though, Lord Beel—" For a moment, the inferior incarnate turned to look at you, but was brought back to look at his superior when he heard a barely noticeable crunch come from the two demons before him.

"What human woman?" His eyes glinted at the demon as it soon looked back to where your mother once was, but a pile of pink meat and bones replaced her. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he turned around to the hallway behind you all. Belphegor tutted his head at you, relaxing his face a bit to then smile at you and then join Beelzebub.

For a moment you watched as the two men walked down the hall until you were called.

Once you three made it to the end of the never ending turns and stops, a glass window shaped out of a heptagon was before you three.

"Isn't it magnificent?" Beelzebub commented, as he looked out and into the vast sea of bright circles that shone at you three. Atfirst you didn't know what he was talking about, as your eyes were focused on the large line of people being walked into the facility your all in now. Belphegor looked at you, soon following your line of sight to then grab the edge of your chin and pull you up to the sky.

"..."

At your lack of no response, Beelzebub went on.

"Those stars... their all clustered together as a group. No one is pushing. No one is screaming. No one is starving..." A grumble was set off, and soon he cupped his stomach as he groaned at the mentioning of food he incorporated.

"They're all just in a content, bright and happy state." Belphegor ended his other kin's line, turning to look and smile up at him.

One of the stars then began to radiate a red undertone, primarily focused onto you, and the two demons turned to look at you.

"But... it's sad we're not like that." Sweat began to build up on your forehead as you realized the jig was up. Beelzebub knelt down, soon shifting into his demon form to then lick his lips as he stared at you once more.

"Happy birthday...Princes of Glutton and Sloth..."

A sacrifice you were, to the two demons as they went onto indulging in their gift.

In the end... he was just a demon, and you a human.

Or so you would guess.

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