Oh I See!! :) Your Au Is So Interesting!!

BTW I am totally down for people including their MCs/OCs in this AU. The Obey Me cast is majorly lacking in human characters 

Does the cast interact with the MC in the Armageddon au or they never meet?

Hi, thanks for the question!

That’s a good question. The simple answer is, no, they don’t meet. The long answer is:

MC will never have an “official” role in this AU- in other words, I myself will never make any content pertaining to MC. The reason for this is pretty simple- MC doesn’t really have a set role here. Because the Exchange Program was never created, MC never met the brothers, never made the pacts, never found out their angel heritage, probably doesn’t even know demons and angels exist until the war breaks out. They are, for all intents and purposes, just another random human.

However... I am very open to the idea of people incorporating their own MCs/OCs into this AU. We need more human characters, after all, and this AU does encourage other people’s contributions overall. Even "just another random human” could have an interesting spot in the AU- they could join the humans’ military forces fending off the demons and angels, they could be just a civilian trying to survive in the crossfire of war, they could meet other characters when the war is moved to the human world, etc. All of these are avenues that could be explored and I don’t want to limit to just one. MC is a very vague, nebulous concept very much left up to interpretation. So while MC doesn’t exactly have a real role in the core of this AU, different interpretations of MC can be fit into this AU by other people.

Helldown Day and the Canon Power Balance

So, a large part of this AU has to do with the power balance of the realms being severely disrupted and altered. My canon basis for the fragility of the magic balance was originally the Ring in season two, but I just remembered that Helldown Day exists. Helldown Day is a far better example, in my opinion. While The Ring showed how the power of the realms in general can go horribly awry, Helldown Day shows explicitly that the magic of each realm must be regulated.

If Helldown Day is needed to protect the three realms in canon, then imagine how horribly awry the magic would go not only if Helldown Day were abolished, but the realm’s magic was intentionally bolstered each and every day?

I find it very interesting to think about the implications of Helldown Day in the context of this AU.

Thank you for following me 😁❤

And your AU looks interesting 👀👀

You’re very much welcome! 😁 You seem cool.

I’m so glad you find this interesting; thank you so much! There’s more on the way so stay tuned 😊 and feel free to involve yourself if you feel so inclined!

An Unexpected Visit

(Takes place between Lore VI and Lore VII. Major characters: Solomon and Thirteen. ~1200 words)

MICHAEL

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Solomon: [Michael?]

Solomon: [Michael?]

Solomon: [Michael?]

Solomon: [Michael?]

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It had been one hundred and eight days exactly since Solomon had sent his first mildly-panicked message to Michael. Exactly one hundred and eight days that Michael had ignored him. No, not ignored him. The messages didn’t show up as “read” like they had with Raphael. It had been at least one hundred and eight days of Michael not checking his messages.

No one else was responding to messages anymore, either. Solomon had tried reaching out to Simeon and Raphael again, only to be met with silence. He’d tried contacting Asmodeus, who he’d been sure would have called him immediately to explain everything, eager to talk to him again... only to be met with silence. Day in and day out, Solomon had been surrounded with silence.

Today was no exception. Once again, Solomon got no response.

Solomon sat at his desk, his drooping, tired head held up only by the hand obscuring half his face.

What is going on?

The words rattled in his head like an obsessive chant, holding him together just as much as they were destroying him. It was all he could think about anymore. It was shattering his brain and holding it together with weak glue.

It had started out with the power of the realms. Solomon had detected major disturbances in the power balance, disturbances that continued to fluctuate over the days. One day, it was the Devildom being more powerful than the Celestial Realm and throwing off the balance; the next day, it would be the Celestial Realm. At that point, Solomon had been worried, but not concerned.

He got concerned when the power jumped a tenfold. Then twenty-fold. Soon, thirty-fold. Before long, Solomon had to ask whether it was possible for either realm to sustain these power levels safely, even if they were in balance with each other.

The answer was no.

Every bit of research Solomon had done pointed to the obvious. The power levels he observed were not safe nor sustainable. Either his power estimates were innacurate- and his magical intuition had never been wrong in his two-thousand-year life- or something was very, very wrong.

Books littered the floor, pages dog-eared and spines cracked from books held open by the floor. Papers were strewn everywhere, a vast sea of white and aged beige leaving hardly a crack of wooden tile left. Sections of floor that were exposed bore large footprints, worn into the wood by countless hours of pacing.

None of it had gotten him anywhere. Well, nowhere useful. All of it gave him more and more reason to be concerned.

The sorcerer dug his nails into his face.

What now?

Crash.

The sound of shattering glass rang through the air.

Solomon froze up, considering the possibilities. Was it an aggressor? Was it some angel or demon, finally ready to give answers? Or some human looter taking advantage of the chaos?

It wasn’t long before a familiar voice rang through the hall.

“Solomon!” It was Thirteen. And she sounded none too happy.

Despite her angry tone, the sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief. If Thirteen was here for another game on his soul, perhaps he could get some sense of normalcy, even for a second. Maybe seeing Thirteen’s indignant pout of defeat could cheer him up, even just slightly.

“I’m in here.” He called out, standing up from his desk, pushing out his chair and turning to face the door.

Fast, light footsteps pattered down the hall, followed by the whoosh of sliding paper.

“Wha- AAAH!”

Thunk.

The reaper was sprawled out on her stomach on the floor, having slid on Solomon’s carpet of research papers. The wind was knocked out of her for a moment before she vigorously pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, and then to her feet.

“Hey!” She yelled, lunging herself forward a few steps in his direction. “What was that about?! Setting traps is my-” She paused, her green, lizardlike eyes widening as her head tilted slightly to the side. “You don’t look so good.”

She wasn’t wrong. The sorcerer’s eyes were sunken and weary, drooping into dark circles from countless sleepless nights. He’d lost weight- he’d forgotten to eat a fair few times while studying. The absolute mess that was his workspace certainly didn’t help.

“I guess not.” Solomon said with a frown, stepping away from his desk.

“Uh, anyway...” Thirteen said with an awkward blink, before her tone hardened once more. “I came here to ask you what the hell is going on.”

“If this is about what I think it’s about, I wish I knew.” The sorcerer said soberly, casting his eyes across the books and papers scattered around the room.

“All my candles are burning super fast now.” Thirteen said. “It’s insane. Usually they burn at a steady pace, but now I have candles that were nearly full the other day rapidly burning below halfway! The death rates have been ridiculous! Do you understand how hard it is to be a reaper, even when conditions are normal? Trying to keep up with all of this is so aggravating! What’s going on?! Is this some prank?!”

For a moment, Solomon just looked at her with wide eyes. Then, with a soft sigh, he lowered his head into his hand. The only thing the wise sorcerer could utter was, “Fuck.”

“What the hell kind of answer is that?! Tell me what’s going on, now!” Thirteen stepped toward him.

Solomon shook his head grimly, taking a step back and looking back up at Thirteen. “Something is seriously wrong with the power balance between the realms, and both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom appear to be launching attacks on the Human World.” He explained.

“Okay, the attacks explain the deaths. But what about the candles burning so weirdly? Usually, I’d know far in advance if something like this was going to happen!”

“Magic is woven so deeply into the three realms that any disruption of it can prove dangerous. With the magic of two of the three realms severely skewed, it’s likely they’re suffering immense consequences. With how high the Celestial Realm and the Devildom’s power are right now, I’m surprised either realm is even habitable; no being should be able to withstand that much power asides from God and the Demon King themselves. This power boost only started a few months ago and very likely wasn’t meant to happen, so it has severely interrupted the lifespans of angels and demons alike.”

Thirteen’s eyes widened.

“Now that I think about it, it was getting quite cold in my cave. I couldn’t help but feel something was off” She frowned. “I guess my cave was somewhat sheltered, and I hadn’t left it at all the past few months until I teleported to the human world to come get you.”

“I have to say, I’m flattered you came to me first.” Solomon said with a smile that immediately earned him a nasty glare from Thirteen.

“It’s not like that!” She protested. She took a deep breath and composed herself, “It’s just… you’re the most powerful sorcerer around, right? I figured that if this wasn’t just some prank by you to make my job harder, then you’d at the very least be knowledgeable enough to help.”

“Unfortunately, you may be disappointed.” Solomon replied with a bitter smile. “I’ve been researching this every since the first signs, and I haven’t made much progress. Everything I’ve read points to bad signs, and it doesn’t help that I can’t get any information out of anyone.”

Thirteen scoffed. “Well, you’d better find something soon, sorcerer.”

“Say, Thirteen...” Solomon cracked a smile. “How would you like to work together on this?”

Thirteen’s eyes widened, and for a long moment, she was silent. Eventually, she let out a soft sigh and stepped toward him.

“Fine.”

Armageddon timeline confirmed?

(Context, he’s referring to the Celestial Realm and the Devildom. This scene happened in the devilgram “The Glory Days”.)

This scene is why I like to consider this AU just another one of the countless nameless timelines Barbatos oversees in canon. So, this entire page is just one big headcanon I guess. Maybe Barbatos even warned Diavolo about the existence of this timeline or smth.

If only I had the patience and motivation to do a full fledged fanfic of this

I’m wondering if I should somehow bring Uriel into this, since Uriel has been mentioned in canon a couple times. It’d be hard since he hasn’t had a canon appearance, but then again, I did do a whole file on Michael.

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.

Update

Links in posts have been properly updated; I apologize for the delay.

Little status update, I only have one major post left to make. The next lore post coming out next Saturday will be the last of the lore, and I don’t have any inspiration for more character files or fics at the moment. So, after this weekend, there will no longer be weekly long posts on the weekends.

I’ll still be here, posting little tidbits and thoughts and such about the AU and reblogging others’ Armageddon AU content like I have been throughout the weekdays. So don’t mourn; this AU isn’t over or anything like that. It’s just that the content I’d planned has run its course.