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WOOOOO another cool dark OM AU!!!

This is what I can come up with so far with the Au rn lol @12am-motivation

//I'll start with the infection. Think of it like The Flare virus from the maze runners except with demons :D This whole au is like a survival type basically except with modern tech, given the whole techwear designs.

// Lower level demons don't have the same kind of immunity that the higher demons have, so they fully transform into these savage monsters faster. They can still use magic but don't have control over it. The lower demons who have wings can fly too. They're sensitive to light so when it becomes night that's when become more active.

//Even though they have a so-called immunity to the infection , higher demons who get infected are still eventually gonna end up like the lower levels, it's just a much slower process, that's why sometimes, in the heat of the moment, they lose control.

//Lucifer was the first to get infected while protecting Belphie. He lost control a total of 3 times due to being stressed.

//Barbatos was the second to get infected while trying to protect his special person. He's lost control once on the day he got infected

Now Ima go into the roles each character has rn

//The characters are part of a group, literally like the student council, expect idk what to name this one

// Diavolo is obviously the Commander/Leader. He's in charge of all the rules, Assigns mission to who he see fit, all that jazz.

//Barbatos is Diavolo's personal guard but also like If anything were to happen to the leader, Barbatos is the one to be put in charge next.

//Lucifer is the Enforcer of the group, idk if i'm using that right. He's the one to keep everyone in check, mainly his brothers.

For the brothers Ima sections them off instead of giving them descriptions bc I'm rad like that

Survivalist// Mammon, Satan

Lookout// Beel, Levi, Lucifer

Guard// Beel, Mammon, Lucifer

Marksmen// Levi, Belphie

Hunts/Scouts// Asmo, Belphie, Satan, Mammon, Levi

Mammon is in charge of Beel and Satan, while Levi is in charge of belphie and Asmo.

Mammon and Levi tend to venture out together to find any signs of survivors or to map out any new areas. That's how they stumbled upon Barbs.

Satan sometimes joins them as well to learn more about the virus and to maybe come up with a "cure" for Lucifer and Barbatos, though he wont admit it.

Levi, Mammon, and Beel were all out on a mission to gather some more supplies when they encountered their first Infected High ranking demon. ((these guys are a lot stronger and actually have more control over their actions unlike the lower levels)) Levi and Beel only came out unscathed because Mammon bought them time, though at the cost of his arm

That's why Levi took it upon himself to build him a Prosthetic Arm

Despite knowing the dangers, Belphie tends to sneak out during the night to go star gazing, Mammon sometimes follows him to make sure he comes back home safely. Though this would eventually be the reason how Lucifer got infected as he went off to get Belphie back home.

Belphie hates himself for that but only Beel knows.

Asmo is the one who tends to the brothers injuries// scratches, cuts, burns, etc. He taught himself after seeing how dire the situation actually is once lucifer got infected and mammon lost his arm. He says he hates getting messy when out scouting but his smile after killing something says other wise

And thats all I can come up with for now :D

This scene is why I headcanon that Solomon and Michael are familiar with each other and have worked with each other. If Michael had his eyes on Solomon long before the Great Celestial War, then I find it hard to believe he didn’t reach out at all over all these centuries.

Solomon and Michael being occasional work acquaintances will become important to this AU later.

I wonder if the Cold Snap from the previous event is like a weaker version of what’s going on in the Devildom in this AU

A little teaser for yall

Amazing!! Hit me right in the feels.

Never thought I'd have something new to post on this account again, but... here we go!

And poor Michael 😭 this portrayal is honestly even more brutal than I originally envisioned. I always imagined him still able to speak, though his voice warped.

Though, applying that here may paint an even bleaker picture than the current implication. That it's not that he can't speak, but that he's too ashamed to, and that is the reason for his silence. Either way, this is chilling. My poor baby.

Also love the detail about cold damaging eyesight!! Didn't even consider that.

I prayed i'd meet You again, but why like this?

A/N: I finally got the motivation (and time) to finish a Michael and Lucifer angst minific i begun in [checks calendar] march. :). This piece takes place in the armageddon AU timeline. While i do reccomend you go read the source material to understand this fully, here's a 'quick' summary:

The Demon King and Father never step away from leadership, and the exchange program is never created. Tension between the realms keep rising, and eventually spill over, which results in a war.

In an effort to prevent invasion, the Celestial Realm and Devildom become nigh inhospitable. The Celestial Realm becomes blindingly bright, even at night. Heat from the light results in burns, scorched feathers (loss of flight), and vision loss. The Devildom is clouded by a light-consuming mist. It becomes too dark and too cold to grow any kind of tree, crop or flower. Demons try to cope with famine through canibalism, all while dealing with wide-spread hypothermia* and madness. Sometime during this period, Michael's form is warped beyond recognition in an attempt to make the perfect demon killing machine.

Many angels and demons lose faith in the ambition of their sovereign, and thus create rebellion groups, which eventually fuse into one. Both Father and the Demon King are overthrown. The war is over, but the realms are still far from peace. Infighing in the Coaliton begins. The minific takes place at this point in the timeline. Two ideologies arise from the sea of arguments and discussions; Cohabitionism - belief that the CR and DD are far too damaged, and that angels and demons should permamently reside in the human world (as they have for a while already, many chose to flee to the Human World) Reformism - demons and angels miss their homes, humans want them out of theirs, so a plan of re-establishing CR and DD under new, proggresive leaders hangs in the air.

Reformism died out due to failed attempts to re-ihabit the other realms.

An institution called the World Council is established, angels, demons, and humans all inhabit the Human World.

For the first time in forever, the future that awaits everyone is a bright and happy one.

Written in 2nd person | Lucifer’s point of view Warnings: Angst | body horror | mentioned character death | mentioned self mutilation | existential dread? | post-apocalyptic world | heavily dependent on the source material [Obey me! armageddon AU created by @luckykittysshowerthoughts] Word count: 0.8k (+ 0.3k AU summary) tag list: @floydsteeth @lemidvet

You stand atop scorched ground covered by blood and ash. You and your brothers are here to participate in one of the many  meetings discussing the future of the realms and their surviving citizens. There are many people you know here-  Solomon, Thirteen, Diavolo, the surviving members of the Devildom House of Lords and the seraphim, a couple of other angels (including Simeon), and also a few high ranking Sorcerers’ Society members, guessing by their uniforms.

Although, this time there is a very peculiar… person? Amongst the Celestial Realm representatives that you don’t recognize. You also notice Michael isn’t in attendance again, but it’s no wonder he isn’t after what happened to him.

…

The mysterious angel bothers you. Well, it’s not doing anything to you, you just find it unsettlingly familiar - but you’ve never seen anything quite like it. The creature’s head, ankles, and four wrists are circled by golden bands littered with eyes. There are even more eyes on its wings, but you’re not sure how useful they are, given that said wings are on fire. Its eyes are frantic - looking, observing, but never quite locking eyes onto anything or anyone. Such features are only reserved for an angel’s higher form, but seeing how it was let into the conference like this, it mustn't be able to turn back. 

That was a person, once - or maybe it never was. Maybe it was created specifically to be a killing machine, without a choice and no mouth to voice its complaints.(Maybe its literal facelessness is meant to signify its lack of identity?). Is this really your father's doing? In pursuit of eradicating demon kind, did he truly go as far as to do this to one of his own children  your kin, once? Is this really what he wants? To create an inhabitable world for children malformed, dead, and broken? Is that how he shows 'love'? 

…

Staying in the Devildom’s frozen wasteland for so long clearly didn’t do wonders for your eyesight.*

The golden flames of its wings blinded you from noticing the most important detail about the angel. Beautiful, knee-length hair that shines like the purest gold. You know who this hair belongs to- you ruffled it a lot when you were still your Father’s favourite.

(How could you not have recognised him? You grew up with him. Did all that time you spent together mean nothing to you?)

This isn't just an angel- this is the angel who entrusted Mammon into your care, the one who commissioned the construction of the first ever planetarium in the celestial realm, the one you got a leg up on by going to it before he could, the one you playfully shoved your responsibilities onto when he did the same to you, the very same one you once co-ruled the celestial realm with, this- this is-

Michael is attending the meeting, after all.

The realisation is horrifying. Father did this. He did this to his most loyal and faithful soldier. His current favourite. His own child. If you hadn’t rebelled, if you hadn’t torn out your wings in anger, hadn’t lost your sister- would he have done the same to you?

A distant shout brings you back - the debate is getting heated. You watch as a member of the now nonexistent devildom nobility hollers profanities at an ophanim - Ribkiel, if memory serves you right. The angel can barely wait for the noble to finish before they slam their fists on the table and yell something back. Their pointless squabble incites many others to join in. A few people try to calm the screaming match, though, with Simeon included among them. This isn’t all that surprising -  the last meeting was just as disorderly as this one too. You can’t help but sigh. Something tears your attention again, but this time, away from the ongoing scuffle. There’s a dainty and delicate hand squeezing your arm. Despite your deteriorated eyesight, you can see the scarring on them - and something quite unheard of in such times - nail polish. Things have been peaceful enough recently for Asmodeus to paint his nails his signature blue and pink. Good. Though, the frown on Asmo’s face isn’t. He’s probably worried that you’re zoning out so much. You shake your head and he slides his hands away from you. You don’t notice him shooting you another concerned look as your eyes return to boring into Michael.

This time, he looks at you, too. His brilliant blue eyes gaze deep into your own. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but you swear there was a flash of pain and longing in them.

*- Extreme cold can damage your eyesight, and even lead to blindness. Though this isn't mentioned as something plauging the survivors from the Devildom in the AU.

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.”

You know, I really wonder how Beelzebub is going to manage in this AU. Like, he’s going to be constantly starving, and we all know how violent he gets when he’s too hungry.

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.

I love how you easily come up with such complex scenarios....it's amazing 😁

I try to write something but sometimes it doesn't make sense so I give 8

Thank you!

I think the fact that I’m an original fantasy writer in my spare time really helped. I’ve had a lot of practice with worldbuilding and such. For this specific project, I also took a lot of inspiration from an existing fanwork from another fandom, the Infinite Eclipse series by Jyc Row. Specifically this song from the series.

My tip is to start off with the big picture, and figure out the details later on. I didn’t start this AU knowing every little thing already; I figured things out as I went. I thought, “what is a logical consequence of X?” and went from there, and that’s how I got around 90% of my information here. It’s like a skill tree; you start with 1 point, the basic general premise, and as you explore, different pathways start to open up. After a while, things start to fill themselves in and you’re just hitching a ride.

Planning this way also makes it easier to sort out the kinks in the plot and prevent plotholes; you have your universe’s rules set up from the get-go, and everything else is a result of them. It’s hard to break a rule when it’s your main guideline, and things tend to be a lot more consistent when they’re united under a set of guiding ideas.