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The demon brothers with an MC who always keeps there promise no matter how big it is? Like, for Levi: "If you help me with this I'll help you get all the money Mammon owes you back." and the next day he gets his money back? (You can ignore if you want. Sorry for any grammar mistakes english isn't my first language.)

• Solemnly Swear •

No worries anon dear the request is pretty clear cut! Personally this was therapeutic to write ngl, I had fun playing with it n.n there's just some days where even we have to wonder whether we make promises to keep or to purposely break.

When you keep your word:

He finds your diligence assuring, the first born of all people has had his fair share of broken vows in the past, some compromising his position in life. And even then, he of all people would know how easily influenced humans can be should something pose a threat to their made promises.

At first he didn't pay mind, Lucifer was just thankful you weren't a compulsive snatcher when it came to taking up minor tasks such as delivering information or finishing your work.

Once, he overheard you exchanging small talk with the young lord's personal butler. Something about asking whether the human can drop by to taste test a human realm dish he's been prepping to which you enthusiastically agreed. This in of itself wasn't all too alarming, had it not been for the fact that you technically already allotted time to discuss your academic progress with him later on.

Then again it would've been after dinner, so he gave you the benefit of the doubt not for your sake but to personally see how far you'd go to appease both parties. He wasn't all that confused when your seat at the dinner table remained empty (hushing mammon's worries with a scolding). Everything went as per usual and soon enough he was at his study, finishing his paperwork accompanied by the faint scratches of his pen nib on paper when suddenly a knock sounded at his door.

There you were, carrying something on one hand and your RAD school binder in the other, he half expected you to actually forget or purposely head straight to your room knowing how draining it was to entertain barbatos' testing. And yet here you were handing him a small portion of the food they made with the butler, plopping on the seat in front of his desk and briskly opening your notebook.

"I didn't think I'd make it but, even then I'll still try to come knocking like every Friday." "And you're so sure I'd be awake still?" "Mhm!"

As much as he'd like to lecture you regarding sleep schedule (hypocritical from him) he felt at ease knowing that your virtue was something you stuck yourself with, regardless of the circumstances. They say that you can tell something about a person based on how they deal with major and minor matters. And that moment was what made him have a bit more faith in you subconsciously.

Luci has to wonder whether who was the true devotee between you two, but that's a question left to be entertained another day. Perhaps he'll give you one more test by handing mammon's ass over to you.

Mammon, is likely the one who needs someone like you the most among the seven brothers. Scam and Betrayal was something he's a bit too familiar with considering his sin and antics. That's not even counting the fact that you were human- unfortunately the primary source of his general distrust at a certain point in time.

He pin pointed your habit from a cruel joke, one he made mindlessly while the two of you walked down the halls of RAD classes over. It wasn't anything major (that's what he thought at least) but it was around the time he first became your pact mate. Thus he decided to attempt milking out what he can from the situation he binded himself in.

He joked about treating him to a cup of some infamous devildom beverage exclusively sold at a certain hour at Hell's Kitchen. He wasn't expecting you to say yes, to which mammon's voice cracked and waved it off with a sure why not you're his master anyways so you should treat him with the best.

What he wasn't counting on was your genuine grin, lucifer just recently issued you your weekly allowance and truth be told you're also dying to get a sip of that drink ever since Luke rambled to you about the flavor it left once you've had three gulps of it. And since mammon has been less troublesome lately you really did agree with his off thrown request.

This was likely why you were confused after lining up for an hour at Hell's kitchen, you abruptly left at past 6 ish then return barely missing dinner. You didn't mind since you also bought take out but what was more confusing was mammon's frantic figure running down the staircase after spotting you from the House of Lamentation's Veranda.

"OI WHERE HAVE YA BEEN HOW DARE YOU WORRY THE GR-" "I'm sorry the line was longer than I anticipated-" "What line?!?!"

You had to slowly recount your routine since he demanded an alibi. His face transitioned from antsy to surprised to crestfallen to subtle guilt and eventually coughing to put up a fragile prideful front (we shall dub this the 5 stages of mammon/J). He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously...to be fair in that household, who did? He was about to voice more of his dilemma but was halted by you tugging him to your room. Explaining that you guys eat your freshly bought goods there to avoid Beel's appetite targeting your dinner.

I'm not one to advocate the "fix" or "dependency" mentality but, this case was different in of itself. Because in this case Mammon will slowly learn from your dedication, learn that perhaps life does offer some sort of leisure outside of what money can buy.

He doesn't think much of your habit, rather he's more focused on the "why" aspect, did you pity him? Were you hoping for something in return? What would you even gain from him in the first place? You didn't look like someone who's a die hard franchise fanatic like him so his merchandise was out the question,,

Speaking of merchandise. Levi's source of irritation was once again mammon's refusal to pay him back the money he regrettably lent to him, now he can't go after the recently issued light novel about ruri-chan's companion. And now you were the one witnessing his loathing in the corridor to where you thought of it as a bad time to approach him regarding an assignment about Devildom marine life.

You could've gone for the library but who knows what books actually have the information you need, the avatar of wrath was also an option but you weren't sure if he'd even agree to help you (begging the question of what made Levi any different?). Even you weren't entirely sure but you really do wanted his help specifically.

Putting on your big kid boots you marched up to him RAD textbook under your arm, the boy was of course startled and was tempted to flee from the scene but was stopped by you blurting out a rather tempting offer.

He was genuinely surprised when you promised to get him the money he needed. His initial rejection was pretty valid, asking what could you possibly want in return- that was when you gingerly pointed to your textbook and explaining the assignment. Levi at his wit's end agreed on the assumption that you were talking about the money from mammon specifically. Oh how sorely mistaken he was

"W-woi how the hell is that scumbag waving around a new jacket when you just got my money back from him last ni-" "Did..he now..."

You can only contain his panic so much when you admitted that the money was straight out of your allowance. OK to be fair you didn't break your promise because you vowed to have his money ready that morning- never mentioning where it'd come from. And to be fair² you did try going up to mammon first but you forgot he gambles at night specifically rendering you unable to go confront him. Levi couldn't help but to feel a tad bit guilty but was more envious of your generosity if anything.

He did go after Mammon once you and him finished your Devildom Marine assignment, on you of that you found a ruri-chan themed snack sitting in your locker the next day along with a note of whether you'd like to go to an anime themed Cafe with his treat. Leviathan wasn't one to believe in anime tropes (whether they'd work irl) but he could only try. You were truly Henry even to your word.

The avatar of wrath held no patience for those who break their word, unlike the firstborn he wasn't inherently out to test you. But by the time the events at the castle retreat took place he did began to eye just how much you'd go to keep up your virtue.

He really, really needed to get that parcel from Akuzon. But as luck would have it Lucifer was due to come home the same hour his order was to arrive. He could always wait for it himself at the foyer but that would only endanger the secret contents to the first born's interrogation. And so Satan can only watch from his window and wait for it to arrive on its own, until he saw you enter the gate.

He didn't bother thinking it through, a bit too determined on prioritizing the box's secrecy when he texted you to wait for the box without question. The restlessness lacing his tone beyond the D.D.D's screen had you promising that you will get it and the avatar of pride won't get to the contents...whatever it was.

He was just relieved you agreed, then again he did assist in tipping you back then when you faced off Levi so he chalked it up to returning the favor in some sense. His train of thought paused when he saw the Akuzon service hand you the brown box, a silent victory cheer playing mentally but was unironically diminished when he saw a certain ravenette arrive just as the service left.

And so he watched the muffled questioning take place from his place at the window. You did stand your ground even when luci took a sharp step towards you as per his usual intimidation tactic. You even went as far as to step back and stride away with the excuse of "privacy". The demon of wrath briskly pulled you into his room the moment he felt your footsteps near.

"He didn't-" "he didn't yes but you did you- just come in..."

All that pressure you endured, soley because he ordered cat toys for the felines downtown. He was ready to hear your flurry of comments regarding the otherwise childish reason for talking back to the first born (as the avatar of wrath, he to would've felt unjustified if he was in your position as a human) but when he was met with amused laughter he did a double take. And again when you admitted you found his reason cute.

He may have been partially defensive whether his reason was cute or for you laughing at him but, this was one of those rate times a human such as yourself willingly lent him a hand. Not out of fear or intimidation but solely because you promised it to him over the call. And this was enough basis for him on how he sees your character in general...honorable with your word.

For his case, he's likely the most appreciative of how you handle your promises. He among the brothers has the most experience when it came to making vows (in or out the sheets). But words were made to be heard right? That's what he's been telling himself anyways, what felt right in the moment will stay in the moment.

Asmo in turn was admittedly the least consistent with his word but it never had any great impact on him!- hence why he was in a way taken in by how true you are to your flung words. He watches you sometimes running about to fulfill what you vowed to keep and to him it added to your charm! A white knight type of charm to be specific.

Thus he was also giddy to see how you'd go about with him, sure you were diligent but the avatar of lust saw it as a way to attract people. Hence him asking for you to go shopping with him on some devildom Sunday. Nothing major right? Besides you could use the rest-

But curse you for making him worry once you two were already out, he was so immersed with his self love rambling that he barely noticed your drowsy nodding, the nail in the coffin here was when he grabbed your arm and felt the unnaturally high warmth emitting from your skin. This wasn't anything as hot as the demon average but he knew for a fact that you weren't just blushing from his brilliance this was a genuine fever in the making.

He sat you down on a mall bench, biting his lip and debating whether to call one of his brothers for help and risk himself being punished for carelessly bringing their human out in such a state, he was doing the hand on forehead pose while scrolling rapidly through his contacts hoping to call Solomon instead when he soon faced you with a whiney expression.

"Darling I know I'm irresistible but you should've told me you were feeling unwell from the get go!- the stress lines I'm getting from you oh my-" "b-but...we already made plans and you seemed excited so..."

He feels loved with your excuse but this was not the time to ponder about affections when you were on the verge of passing out. A few painfully long minutes passed before the white haired Sorcerer arrived to escort you both at purgatory hall to pass the time.

Seeing you laying on their couch with a thermal blanket after the failed outing made it clear cut to Asmo that you do what you do because you want to. It ironically made him feel more humane...knowing that someone of your type was indiscriminate with your principle even to someone who abused hushed promises for his own leisure. From that point in he'll make an effort to make you feel as appreciated as he is, by keeping up with his own vows towards you (sheet or no sheet-)

Beel admires this aspect of yours, maybe not outright but he was definitely glad to know that despite your situation, you stay true to your own rule. Out of all the seven he's the one who finds it nice in the sense that, you retain your humanity through your words and actions. Something demons like him use in a vastly different way.

This was further proven to him when he remembered your first major promise to him and by extension to his family. Back then when he was looking at your expression it felt like he was back at the Celestial realm, surrounded by determined souls and not vying for the upper hand like the Devildom residents.

Back when you still had to sleep in his shared room, you two talked more regarding the house of lamentation's state. He felt hopeful with your words and he admired your vigor as both a house mate and an ally to your cause.

And when everything happened with jumping from door to door in Barbatos' chamber, he fully relished the extent of your will to finish something you vowed to keep. Most humans in your position would've gave in, at one point he may have even wished you gave up to save yourself the suffering that came with your path to achieve such goals.

After those events he keeps an eye on you, observing you at times when you're subconsciously pushing yourself to keep up that act of honor. As much as he admired it he did still wanted you to not ruin yourself in the process, otherwise who'd come and help assist in satisfying his ungodly cravings?/lh

"Y'know even athletes have to rest and slowly rekindle their body after a good game no matter how good they are." "I see.." "So let's go eat a big feast later, we've been working hard lately right?"

The we was mentioned so that you wouldn't be shadowed by some sort of guilt, if you were anything like him (which he observed to be true to some degree) you didn't like worrying others and he'd rather have you rest on your own accord rather than be tailed by misplaced woes.

From that point onwards he still retained his admiration towards your habit, a miniscule part of him hoped that it would keep you afloat and not further down within your current life.

Belphie is second to Mammon who needs someone like you the most, the avatar of sloth doesn't necessarily have a history of being on the receiving end of broken promises (shhh) but instead lacking promises made to him to begin with.

The very few he did receive had mostly ended in vain, so as such Belphie was not too excited the moment he did pick up your dedication. He may be the "weakest" but that didn't entail his knack for perception. Unfortunately one of the few timed he's had promises fulfilled were one's he specifically made for himself, because from what he thinks the only one who can truly help him is himself.

After the events of the reveal, his view on promises changed albeit not drastically- but he's getting there little by little! It starts with small minor baby steps. He may not need to listen to class (he can somehow still pick up the information regardless) but you still assured him that you'll wake him up once a change of classes will push you all to stand up.

The next step was when he was plagued with an influx of nightmares, at this point in time he tries to sleep it all away as per usual but the quality of sleep remained in dissatisfaction. When you came to bid him goodnight he didn't think his next action through- tugging your sleeve and murmuring for you to stay with him for the night.

It was childish, even he knew it, but with everything he's trying to do there's no harm in attempting this method, the problem of whether you'd agree was solved when you promised to stay by his side for as long as he needs. Silence befalls you two with him clutching your waist as opposed to his usual pillow. He honestly thought of you leaving once he's deep asleep seeing as he did Semi demanded you to stay without consideration for your end.

"M...morning..." "Good morning to" "Y..you're still...?"

His brothers may have learned of your antics through various incidents, but out of all them it's Belphie who learned of it in the most gradual manner. This in turn led him to deeply hold you in higher regard than he'd like to admit. You showed him that maybe just maybe, Lilith's old affection for your kind was truly justified.

He's at ease knowing you didn't abandon him that night, even if you did have every right to do so. Maybe it's also the instance that eased his subconscious terrors during his sleep. What he is sure of however, was that your words weigh more value than the ones he stubbornly fed himself all for the sake of desperate assurance.

Hi this looks like fun!

I have a bad back and bad posture which usually leads to me having a bad time. So can I make a request of g/n reader who takes Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Belphie out for massages platonically. Asmo just likes getting pampered, but I imagine the other four have backs that pop after sitting in one position for too long.

Thanks!

• Massage Mishaps •

I feel like, I personally need a massage myself ToT, this took longer than I anticipated soley because I keep thinking about the demon brothers' backs- guilty as charged I know but shh-

When you take them out for a massage:

He's the man, the myth, the legend- and you audibly heard something crack the moment he stood up to refill his Ink vial.

Thus leading you two to stand within the first spa you managed to rope him at, tread cautiously because if you look away you may find him briskly walking back to do his paperwork so let me say this now, keep a close eye on him.

Luci doesn't like being touched from behind most likely, especially since he has faint scars from a time he's long left behind- the thought of someone kneading their hands into that part of him doesn't please him so he'd explicitly state to keep it only to his shoulders.

Other than that, he seems quite relaxed once he's on the designated bed for it. Once the two of you are settled He'd begin making small talk about the affairs in the Devildom ranging from your current progress to your opinion to his brothers' mishaps.

Whoever was assigned to do him, must be in for one hell of a session because this man's back feels so stiff you'd have to wonder if he had metal for muscles. You wouldn't be surprised if that was the case considering how much the staff was struggling in relaxing him without touching his mid back.

"They ought to practice more of they're expecting me to come back again."

He received a pitiful scolding from you, they were doing their best and besides- you two were here to relax not outright critique the establishment. They even went as far as to close the whole spa in consideration for the avatar of pride! Even if it wasn't part of the agreement-

At the end of it all you two have managed to at least release the unneeded stiffness (literally and figuratively). He may not say it out loud but he did appreciate the fact that you took him out through your own consideration, even if only a part of him was released of its tensed state. Next time should be better, he'll make sure of it.

You're worth a standing ovation if you do manage to convince him to come out- Leviathan has every excuse flung in your direction ranging from game time to socializing to the thought of other people touching his bare back,

This was different from the tropes he'd gush about in his beloved series. You could've taken him to a hot spring or a pool (since you're so eager to get him out) but a massage? At a spa?? Just what exactly do you plan on- besides relaxing.

It took a bit of time before you all managed to get him laying down on the allotted spot, even then he was reluctant on being touched but you managed to distract his focus by asking the establishment if they could play animes osts as background music (you had to explain how music so upbeat and intense relaxes the otaku-)

Your small talk with him consists of random spurs of Otaku rambles along with call outs that may or may not have the staff sweat dropping, Levi's whines come out from either your answers to his far fetched theories or the sudden jolt of detensed muscle being pulled.

I have a hunch that Levi's muscles are already soft and flexible in the first place due to his admiral duties and being good at swimming (?), it's just him having horrendous posture whenever he games in his room for days on end, once the demon in charge got him to lie straight then they're gucci-

"You can't keep saying do it for Ruri-chan and expect it to work- aHH-"

It worked anyways, along with a promise to drop by a game store to check out one he's been dying to try out but pre order said no to him online. Levi does however feel less icky than usual now that he was kneaded back into his actual state.

The massage also helped him realize just how much you two truly work (sure he may be a shut in most of the time but he still does Practical stuff in there to balance it all.) Maybe this trope isn't as bad as he initially assessed it to be who knows.

Now don't get him wrong, it's not that he doesn't want to- it's precisely because he doesn't want to who am I kidding-/LHJ but when you mentioned how you took lucifer once and it went decently well, Satan is already pulling you to the nearest spa.

He is on the neutral spectrum, on one hand he's fully aware and intrigued with the benefits of massaging but on the other hand the aspect of taking time away from his precious reading feels iffy for him.

Until you suggested that he brings his phone so that he can listen to a podcast or audio book, he gets to relax while also catch up on the mountain of books he needs to tackle! Win win.

I feel like he'd also give random trivia about the body should the person dealing with him touches a specific part, he's also interested in the difference between human and demon biology so would that difference also affect how you take in the massage? Surely human realm techniques differ from this spa's craft of therapeutic wonders.

Unlike the previous two Satan is quicker to appreciate the activity, it was beneficial for his own body that and he was able to spend time with you where both are able to accommodate their own needs! He'd never admit it but he's slowly running out of books to lend you everytime you drop by for a reading time-

"We should also try doing it ourselves sometimes"

He's the type to try things for the hell of it, pressure points muscle behavior everything in between- He'd read up on them and try some techniques on you when you're both free, He'd make sure to not bring more harm to your back tho!

Overall the avatar of wrath finds the activity nice, maybe he doesn't initiate it but he wouldn't decline a next time should you want one. His own body could use it after how much he slumps on his chair with a good book.

This is his domain I think that's one thing we can all agree on- between you two, he's the one who's taking you to a good spa he knows. This was only a segment of his planned day for the two of you but massage is definitely the priority.

He's probably on a first name basis with the staff there- they probably already have a spot ready for the two of you complete with complimentary music, scents and tea to discuss-

He'd keep his talk lighthearted! The ambience is relaxing and you can bet your grimm that the staff also join in your chatter- occasionally he does becomes indecisive with what ointment he wants to be used as prep or should he also have a face mask on, considering the time you two have there.

Decisions decisions and Asmo is juggling with them while you simply enjoy the feeling of your body finally being released of it's wince worthy tension.

I can also see him teasing the staff with promiscuous comments here and there (worry not they're used to it and adhere to a strict professional code regardless.) It's just Asmo being Asmo, along the way he does go quiet to relish the feeling in blissful silence littered with satisfied sighs here and there.

"This is the life darling~! Being relaxed as our bodies should be~"

You two would stand up feeling like a new person, he does give them a big tip and would briskly tug you to the rest of your hangout day- a boutique and the likes. And now that your bodies feel good as new now is the time to try out now fits (at least that's what he says.)

You can bet that there are more to come, Asmo may not be the very best at saying it (due to being sandwiched between his other comments) but the time he spends with you knowing that you two are at ease gives him a sense of joy different from what his sin entails.

He's unironically on board, to be fair he's probably tried it once...or twice a few decades ago- we have Beel to thank for that! (Athelete's code shalala) belphie doesn't mind going, what he does mind is getting there in the first place-

The avatar of sloth isn't the avatar of sloth for nothing, I think the fastest way to get him to the nearest spa is to have Beel come along and carry him- in the instance that he's unavailable then you'd have to be very persistent to get him up and at least get there before he can sleep.

Gloriously arriving late and a half awake belphie in tow the staff managed to catch him before he can faint on the marble floor of the establishment.

A massage session with him was, peacefully quiet as expected, but there were a few times where he'd murmur something under his breathe. And you'd think he has crusty joints due to sleeping 90% of the time but surprisingly the staff didn't have much trouble working with him.

I'd say he's the third most flexible brother after Asmo and Levi. Belphie isn't one to complain either unless the hand digging goes deeper than usual, this isn't much of a problem since he does manage to go back to sleep right away. The scented candles aren't helping in keeping him awake either.

"This...isn't so bad..."

The struggle of getting him to the spa was nothing compared to the struggle of getting him to stand up after the session. If you hadn't brought Beel in the first place then you're definitely dialing him now. Belphie's hold on the designated bed is almost impressive but the staff need to manage other clients to-

Belphie probably likes it the most at face value, the massage was definitely in called for due to how much he lies around all day and his body needed the rearrangement in tension. Once you guys are home he can only murmur out a quick thank you, he did like the time spent today.

Hi hi! I really love your writing and I'd like to make a request! I'd really love to see something for Mammon x MC based on the song The Joker and the Queen by Ed Sheeran. Something like a fic or mini fic would be great but since I didn't see anything of that type mentioned in your rules, it could be whatever format you feel most comfortable with.

• Love's Royal Flush •

My first requested Fic it seems 👀, I wasn't aware this song existed and the lyrics have me folded they're so HNGG- Mammon we love you 😭. I'm taking a very big leap of faith for this by writing it in an Au setting? Think of it similarly as the Cardverse from Hetalia n.n, I assumed this was meant to be a romantic req since the song leans more on it? Do tell if it's a misunderstanding anon-san hhh-

Reader is referred as the Queen but is still Gender neutral!

They say a monarch of your standing must be admirable, some portray you as someone meant to be swayed over in hopes of swaying the power you possess. The vast majority look up to you in reverence with the hidden pity for your position. If there's one thing everyone can agree on, it's that you're unreachable in one sense or another. Even the joker of the court couldn't help but to agree every time his gaze lingers on your form across the checkered hall.

In the court, there's no such thing as names, all they need is your position and they'd know just how to treat you. The King and Queens of old remain on a glorified pedestal that leads every suit into a prosperous tomorrow, the Jacks will always be there to support the two leading monarchs whether out of their own admiration or desire to upvote their power. So on it went from nines to threes until it reached the Ace, a last resort of power deemed the hidden weapon of all four suits. Mammon had almost forgotten his own name bestowed by the wretched being who casted him and his brothers to divide, they all managed to settle as one courtier among the four suits, even if it meant almost losing ties with them...after all who'd believe him when he'd say that the king of Diamonds was his older brother? Or if he revealed how the Jack of Hearts was his younger 5th sibling? Of course not, especially when he was casted out of the four existing suits as a wild card… a joker never belonging to any faction whatsoever.

His position was both a blessing and a curse, a gathering was held where all were welcomed to attend no matter the suit etched on your skin, thus he dragged his miserable self onwards where he'd soon meet you for the first time. You weren't as eye-catching as the other monarchs present, one could say you were on the humble side of the spectrum. And yet you held an air of composed elegance he can compare to preserved raw gold, unpolished to the world's standard yet value higher than most would think.

As a joker he decided to approach you, facade that of an Ace utilizing his ability to temporarily fit into a position just to reach you without tainting your reputation. That night was unforgettable for both, the lonely queen you stood as was eased when the white haired man shared a lighthearted conversation dispersing your worries. You could faintly tell he wasn't what he was letting on, but you didn't have the heart to tell him not when he was doing more good than bad in shamelessly talking you up. His eyes never held the selfish intent of getting you, that's something you felt only he can give. That night was what began your finicky relationship.

The next was when business affairs among the factions became highly dense with work, day in and day out you went back and forth in the grand palace with no king to lead so everything laid in your hand. You were never one to simply accept affections from past monarchs who sent lavish gifts as if you were something to be bribed for. On a full moon night a tap on your window snapped you out your paperwork, had it been an assassin they would've took the opportunity to slice your nape when you opened the window to look down but instead you were met with a comforting pair of blue eyes that seemed to look more vibrant under the silver moonlight, faintly tinting your office with an ethereal glow. Mammon briskly jumped in ready to blurt out his excuse only to see your fatigued expression. 

"Oi..they say you higher ups are supposed to be geniuses right?- the hell are you overworking then!" 

You've heard that phrase from your advisers but when he said it, you felt a twinge of guilt most especially when he suddenly took half of the stack of documents off your ebony desk. With his speed- you thought he meant to steal them but then he turned on his heel to plop on the guest seat, dropping the papers on the miniature table soon hunching himself.

"If I didn't know any better the great Mammon would think you wanted to be indebted to me!"

His statement was just something to mask his sudden motivation to aid you, your expression in his peripheral vision before grunting and beginning to ease up the tax reports you were working on earlier. Your gratitude was kept in silence for now, settling down as you both wiped out your workload for the week. Just for tonight he'll act like those helpful Jacks who gave aid to the higher ups, like the pompous duchies who wanted to be in your favor for the sake of your position. He was successful in his mission, for his presence was what kept you going through the heavy work you were tasked with.

The morning after that, you awoke to a hastily written note on your bedside, desk pristine and carrying what looked to be a fading gold brooch attached with black and blue tassels. The piece of accessory not needing a tag for you to know just who it was from. From then on the joker of every court began to be more close to you ranging from sneaking in to "coincidentally" bumping into you whenever you're tasked to survey the countryside. Even your current court began to see the change in your moods, you were more bright than before as if the raw unpolished gold had begun to take form and smith into something more.

Yet despite the positive outcome your change of attitude became the powder keg for other court factions to try and whisk your hand with their kings. Someone of your talent and caliber could be singlehandedly be one of the greatest assets there is to claim and the kings that came sending their "sincere" regards agreed. Some wanted you, others wanted your abilities, and the twisted simply wish for an ornamental accessory to make themselves look better. At first this was all bearable thanks to the white haired Joker's company but overtime mammon's presence became less and less. For what reason you weren't sure- but the pessimistic part of you thought he's grown tired of interacting with you...and who wouldn't? 

Overwhelmed with all this the Queen you stood as had become a tired mess behind closed doors, ordering for your personal garden to be closed off and not let a single person in. Whether you loved flora or just the solitary comfort that came with venturing on your own among the trimmed green hedges it didn't matter. Amidst your self dwelling muffled thuds could be heard from the other side of the hedge, worried it was an intruder you rushed to leave the garden with nothing but the setting sun giving you its final rays of light as guidance. The fear that ran through your heart when a hand grasped your wrist made it all the more urgent for you to rush along, but your panic finally dwindled away when you heard his voice.

"G-gAH- Hold it will you!- your lackeys wouldn't let me in at the entrance and I had t-"

Not thinking it through a tight embrace engulfed Mammon's visage. He lost his fragile composure after feeling your arms bring warmth to his admittedly cold skin, likely the effect of freshly fleeing from the territory of Diamond up north. With your face buried into the crook of his neck he let his chin rest on top of your head, shakily returning your warm hug before shuddering a sigh.

"You...ya miss the great Mammon huh.." 

Miss him? Oh you did- but where had he been? You weren't sure whether to feel upset or sad that he was right and that he may have had a significant effect on you-

"Y-y'know you seem real lonely for someone who...just had a heck ton of goods gifted by that King down west…"

You didn't even want to remember it, the expensive gifts were just a reminder of your current problem and your sudden shift in expression led mammon to blunder out another topic to distract you. Amidst his broken ramble you had to stop him… your face entailing how done you were from everything, explaining your end which was met with an evident guilt on mammon's facial features.

"H...if I just had the damn sources I'd…" he'd what?

Mammon's spunky attitude finally broke down just as you did, gulping harshly before looking away as if the rosebuds were now much more interesting. He felt weak, you were his source of liveliness when he was purged as an ostracized courtier meant to only amuse and mask as other positions for the benefit of the people. You made him feel more alive with your past encounters, he may not admit it outloud but your presence alone made him feel...greedy, greedy for your touch, greedy for your attention and greedy for your affection that he subconsciously hoped to one day be romantic. 

"I didn't.. look I was a moron for leaving you for too long an- when I saw those fancy bastards sendin' hoards of stuff for your hand I…" 

Mammon didn't even realize his hand clenching tighter into a fist, balled into holding back any other outburst but he still trudged forward, he's already opened this scar so might as well let himself unravel before you...not like he can salvage himself at this rate.

"You didn't need me, you shouldn't need me even if I needed you- you ain't something I can whisk away not when ya have all this going on for you… and it's frustrating to know that I can only be a quick fix when ya deserve a long term aid, something I'm far from bein'. I'm a pathetic joke and you're—"

His face contorted into one of extreme conflict, fighting back the urge to cuss himself out after just...basically admitting what he's been keeping at bay for your sake. He shot back a look when you suddenly gripped the sides of his arms, head tilted downwards yet he can faintly tell the equally hurt expression you made.

"You blind fool why do you think I never lock my window, why do you think I never wear anything on my neck besides that brooch you left, why do you think I never gave an answer to those other kings even when they'd offer mines and empires for a new partner- you really don't get it?"

Breathing ragged and hitched for mammon he caught you before you could stumble forward. Not once did he let you go again, as the confession between you two ensued without the need to say those three words he's been yearning to proclaim to you and you alone. 

"D-dammit you really have a way with this- only you could do this to me"

His voice cracked but he didn't care, Mammon bit down on his lip to stifle a dry chuckle after receiving your figure into his arms, this time a tighter embrace closed by his lips on yours, cupping your face with a calloused hand finally grasping the gold he's been waiting to call as his. It only deepened with your hand behind the back of his head making sure to savor and satiate the longing you two shared.

Mammon had always considered himself an unlucky man, but as much as he stayed down the ranks he finally felt victorious in your hold, the queen taking in the joker as their own...someone who managed to pull a royal flush with their desire, he may be a joker but you'd choose him over kings anyday, a higher regard for your heart to cherish.

A/N I've, never written Mammon fic wise so I honestly have no idea how to portray him without over doing the damned greedy bastard trope 😭.

Could I make a headcanon request of the demon brothers with a MC who thinks they aren't good enough for the exchange program? Like they think they're too slow at learning magic and that there's nothing special enough about them to justify everything Diavolo expects of them and all the praise they get. If it could be romantic but like the very beginning of a relationship? Like they just started dating or they're at that stage where they've both acknowledged a crush but haven't quite started dating yet.

• Second Thoughts •

Gomen for the late serving I caught a nasty cold that kept me away from my device screens TwT. I think most MCs have at one point thought of whether they deserve to be where they are in the story, doubt is normal as we are, all human. I hope that even without the context of this request we can all one day learn to appreciate our own self worth regardless of who we stand next to. There's never a perfectly similar set of lives and I think the space for variety is what gives us all our own unique navigation in life.

When you're having doubts about your place:

The avatar of pride had only ever felt doubt few times in his whole life, first was the fall, second was the deal and third was the sudden divide among his brothers. Otherwise, his sin keeps him level headed and clear with his logic hence the seldom doubt. That and he had many things to keep himself assured...but you, well...

This of course only applied to him, his partner on the other hand was human, beings prone to equal ends of sympathy and loathing. This double edged humanity you possess is what helped him and his brothers yes but it simultaneously hindered your self reflection, a sight far from how Luci viewed you after coming into terms with his fostered affection for you.

It started from hushed curses under your breathe, the gaze you give to the other exchange students whenever they display their prowess for an assignment or a minor problem- easily fixed as opposed to your simple self who might’ve taken longer. He's skillful in reading people given how long he's been doing it and someone who painfully lacks pride is an easy thing to catch for him.

He subconsciously began giving you a bit more praise for your efforts, especially for projects he knew you poured so much attention to. Perhaps it was your nature that led you to become more meticulous to detail compared to the angels and the wizard. And when you two finally admitted the mutual pining you've been keeping, he'll be able to actually do more for you as opposed to his restricted methods before.

He's not one to outright spoil you, that's more of Asmo's forte. Whenever you two are alone or close to eachother physically, secluded somewhere. He subtly reminisce on your arrival, how he felt the faintest of a tug when he first reviewed your document after the wind slipped your paper on his desk.

"Fate...you'd assume I'd loath it and on some days I do, but loathing doesn't mean I regret what I've experienced... if anything it gave me you, here by my side."

White lies are something he'd never give, teasing he does on some days. But Lucifer is a man who never pities for pity's sake. He's a man who holds what he deems he wants close to him far from the world's cruelty, far from fate's canines that have already dug scars on his back.

He doesn't let you go that day, not until you realize that you're where you are now because you never deviated from your moral code, never giving up on him or his brothers. The assurance he gives is straightforward but are all meant for you and you alone. The one who managed to catch the affections of the Avatar of Pride, and his pride was also his to share with you.

Mammon is our idiot in shining tinfoil and we adore him for that, he's taken aback by your patience or rather your endurance throughout your stay here in the program. The fact that you stuck by him even when he first attempted to get the best of you? Maybe humanity felt nice after all!-

Then just like on other certain nights where he'd sneak over to your room as per usual, your muffled doubts of not deserving to be here as an exchange student stopped him in his tracks. What the hell were you going on about?- then mammon proceeds to out himself by accidentally stumbling through your door.

Tragically failing at pretending he just got there before going on his tangent of how the great mammon would never ever make a pact with an undeserving human that's definitely not pertaining to your prior dilemma- Shh dear we get your point and you did appreciate his attempt.

The sentiment was there and knowing how he usually is, that's currently the highest praise you'd get from him. But the demon of greed still sensed your second thoughts. After all it takes one to know one right? He doesn't spill his own problem of being disrespected despite being the 2nd eldest but he's in his position because of his own doing. Just like how you're diligently marching forward in the program.

His rant may have stopped but whenever another lower class demon poked fun at your simple nature at RAD mammon is already by your side chewing them off hoe that's THE great mammon's human they're making jabs at, the human that's passing classes in spite of having setbacks compared to other students who fail in the same class.

"So what if they can't summon great beasts fast like your bunch huh?!?! They don't need one when the great Mammon is here for them!"

You had to pull him away before a physical fight can ensue (not like he'd lose-) but still. Him defending you was one of the things that made you lean your affections on him and when you two were finally far from the scene he can't help but to ask why you tool him away when he wasn't done enumerating why they suck compared to you.

Mammon has his own problems but that's precisely what made him more capable at assuring you albeit contorted behind his tsun nature. The avatar of greed may not be the most infamous at sharing but this similar burden you two have is something he'll gladly shoulder just to make you realize that being by his side here in hell is not a mistake.

It's no secret that Levi doesn't hold back with his jabs, it tends to loose its edge due to his stammering delivery but that didn't mean he actually meant every word he spills in defense.

They're exactly that, a defense mechanism against any potential retort against him. So imagine how he felt when the exchange student in the House Of Lamentation began to look worse for wear. It felt like seeing a forbidden scene scrapped from the final production, you were progressing nicely as a typical protagonist with your situation and your setbacks so why-

He knew why, this wasn't a shounen series, you were a real person with genuine feelings that can either push you forward or back. Perhaps he's been toggling on a fictitious image of you for too long via his envy but if he can do anything to help well, a password to his room is unneeded.

Levi cursed himself for somehow managing to offer you some help, as far as he knew the only thing he can help with was textual assignments and such, but that didn't mean he'd outright give up in helping you with practical magic like spellcasting or whatnot.

It was awkward at first but he just reminds himself why he was doing this in the first place, after all the hero Henry reached his goals because he was aided by companions so why can't he do that? That's likely also the time he realized you chose him out of all his brothers for help. Affection was realized a tad bit later but he couldn't reject the feeling that perhaps this was his moment, a moment with you set up by fate's design.

"I- know I called you awful things before but the tbh I wouldn't have any other h..human lodging with us. N-nor do I wanna help someone else because only you can manage to make it this far"

Pressure isn't kind to both of you either, this leads to him subconsciously tugging yourselves away whenever he feels the praise and ramble of what you can achieve in the devildom from the prince get too much. Levi says that getting game achievements isn't a speed run and that the in between content is what should be prioritized.

Whatever you don't believe in, he's there to spew what he believes of you, not expectations high and mighty but assurance that in your raid party of two he's there to offer support and buffs.

As far as the Avatar of Wrath goes, he's likely the best person when it came to analyzing your assets. It can be compared to books and artifacts, these things vary in their own right some may be powerful despite the ruined visage others can be regal in every angle yet be as useless as any decoration put up for show.

You were not eye catching, at least compared to the two angels and Sorcerer. Then he chalked it up to "variety" since- can they really call Solomon human?/lh But the more he got to know you the more he felt immersed in your narrative, after all it's not often he got to live with a human right? The most he got was via history lectures or stories from your kind.

To him your simplicity was bliss, it taught him slowly to appreciate the smaller things one has to offer because at the end of the day it's those small things is what the mighty fail to learn. But when his growing affection for you led him to catch your vulnerable state, face in your textbooks and a painfully fatigued expression well..

He's in front of your desk in a blink. Leaning down and looking at the unit you're studying, oh? This should be easy for him to explain- and explain he did. This was once, it became twice, the next week was thrice and so on it became a routine where either of you two go to the other's room. This routine earned his place in your affection and it definitely helped bringing you two closer.

But on days when the doubt really dwells on your mind, he won't force you to study with him, he's always disliked being pressed under Diavolo's thumb and knowing his wishes for you as the second human in the Devildom, light whispers of assurance are spilled with his arms around your figure.

"You've come farther than most care to try for...and I find that admirable of you, and knowing that I'm here to at least ease the burden... then that's something I'm willing to do until you realize just how appreciative everyone is of you being here."

Exam season tend to end in you two taking a trip to a nearby cat Cafe, he deems you very deserving of a reward and the refreshments along with the critters definitely felt rewarding, especially seeing your eased smile reflected by the cafe lights.

Satan learned to be patient in order to keep his sin at bay, and he'd still be patient if it means seeing you slowly see just what sort of narrative you have at play in your book, one where the cover houses a story of discovery only you can finish at your pace. You're a human and to him this was your greatest quality he came to cherish.

Asmo was rather, quick to catch your second thoughts. It's uncanny how he might be second to the first born and do you want to know why? He pays a bit more attention to you to see if there's anything he can use to charm himself into your abode.

Not the most righteous reason but his intentions started as that, he took it as an opportunity to be buddy buddy with you and hey he's close to Solomon so it's an easy referral should you need help! You have him for seductive speechcraft needs and when it comes to Alchemy aligned subjects- his years of conducting the perfect makeup for his skin isn't something to laugh at.

Getting close to you did start from a promiscuous intent but overtime the bond became something more meaningful than he intended, he doesn't realize until he's subconsciously asked Solomon if he can take a snap of his notes for your lecture needs. Technically you haven't revealed whether you needed help in that area but Asmo's thoughts beat him to it.

But here you were alone in one of the RAD laboratories, hunched on an Alchemy project you really needed to perfect by the end of the day, when you heard him open the door Asmo couldn't help himself from feeling over the moon due to your sudden shift in expression.

You looked, genuinely glad he was there. Not the lust he's grown used to relishing in but rather a genuine affection reserved for him and his acts...he's come to question whether he's still acting anymore, is he? With how close he's holding your face to his yet never taking your kiss well..

"You're one of a kind darling and it feels normal hearing it from me huh~...well I meant it, and I wouldn't have it any other way, dearest"

You exceeded what he initially thought of you as and that was the greatest mistake he made on his end. You and all you had... he holds it not in the shiniest regard, but in the most valuable way he could. Whenever you question your right to stand as a representative of your race- Asmo is there to assure you amongst the threshold of butterfly kisses and sweet words he reserves for you and not his former partner in bed.

What you lack is where your strength lies, you know the pain and the empathy that comes with it is what keeps you better than those no name bastards of the lower demon population. Your place in the exchange student program is locked with your blood sweat and tears each one he'd kiss away anyday if it meant offering you a time of rest.

Unlike Mammon, your doubts are something he can relate on a specific degree. After all he's always questioned what could've happened had he been a bit stronger, faster or wiser on that day...

But, your doubts were justified. Not in a mocking sense but Beel has seen how some people act when put in an overwhelming situation. You probably didn't plan on falling into literal hell months ago but here you are, pushing every task forward with all your might even if sometimes your unaided strength alone wasn't enough. Even then when he sees you stagnant in place unsure what to do he never once looked down on your hardship.

Hoping to offer some sort of coping he offered for you two to grab a bite after a particularly hard class, your initial protest was understandable but he then goes on to explain how taking your mind off the material would probably help clear your build up of confusion. Whether he believes in this logic or not is unclear- he just learned to make many excuses for food before.

He isn't the smartest among his brothers (compared to his academically inclined nii-sans sure) but when it comes to your form and stance during practical subjects, he's able to give a word or two. This routine sandwiched between your talks over food gradually became something he looks forward to during his free time.

One day when you didn't show up on time on your agreed location, he went ahead and ordered your usual favorite (something he picked up after eating with you on numerous occasions.) After ordering his own portion only then does he go on a hunt for his eating study partner. He found you staring off into space while leaning against the student council office doors. A meeting with the prince perhaps?

"Hey your food will go bad, c'mon let's get you somewhere we can eat at, hm? Just eat, yes "

He saves the concern for when you two are far from the RAD vicinity, near the ruined brick lining on its campus he discovered before when he went looking for Belphie at one point. Once you two are settled he hands you your (albeit partially eaten) snack, only then did he spoke again going on small bits of how he's really glad you're here showing everyone what a human is capable of even without the flare of magic you so desperately wished you're good at.

If anything, that only made your victories more authentic. Beel even from a food or sports perspective, sees you for what you're determined to do among the countless demons who took their skills for granted. That admiration became a romantic string that tied him to you, and when all was said and done he never thought of what could've been with you.

The irony that he of all people felt impacted, but compared to Levi his guilt lies more on the fact that he may have deepened those wounds of self doubt at one point. You've done so much for everyone even before the dust settled on your reveal and yet you still saw yourself as someone unworthy.

Belphegor isn't the most vocal among the brothers but he's one of the more brutally honest, give or take. And he does agree that your fellow exchange students are flashier in comparison but he does softly bring in the thought that, being the least strongest doesn't mean being weak if that makes sense.

As the seventh among the brothers he does have an inkling as to what its like, but that doesn't inherently get him to say that he fully understands. And so in order to fix that he simply let's himself lay near wherever you are. Perhaps it was lilith's blood in you but even that reason didn't feel right for him, Belphegor felt at ease when he sleeps near you and it ends with your hand on his head.

When you're overworking yourself to revise notes or review lectures he does pull you away from the lamp's light, snuggling to you close and murmuring how you've done enough work for that day. He managed to balance the expectant force that lingers on your mind everytime you study,and that managed to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

In the morning when you try to leave he doesn't let you and as much as you two began to be closer (and more in tune with a festering love deep down) the action garnered a scoff on your end- you needed to do things how else would you be able to catch up and make up for what you lack. Your voice cracks when he suddenly reached to cup your face.

"Make...up? H... you've done...more good than.. what anyone in this house managed to do for...this..family...and I think, had it been anyone..else, they wouldn't have ...accomplished...what you did.."

It was evident how taken over he was with morning daze (then again when is he not) but he's said what he said and this wasn't a farce he's feeding you, no not after he's said he'll make it up to you. To hell with what the Devildom prince says and to hell with what the first born expects-

You're singlehandedly one of the few good things he's gotten and he'd be damned if he's letting it slip under his watch. Belphie isn't Asmo but physical touch is his way of showing he loves you and what you already do for everything.

hallo hallo!! hope ur having a good day~~ saw that ur reqs were open and was wondering how would the demon bros react to a filipino MC who befriended local anitos in their area (u can decide which!!) and then they followed them down into the devildom??

• Beyond Our Realms •

This took me longer than expected TwT, I do hope you don’t mind the slightly shorter content? I’ll be focusing more on their reaction and I’d like to clarify that I’m not a native to any ethnic groups who do practice the belief in anitos so if I miswrite something below or if any of it brings offense to the concerned don’t hesitate to bring it up with me! This was simply entertaining a “what if” thought so without further ado.

When you’re followed by an Anito Spirit:

The firstborn wasn’t exactly sure how to take in the newfound information, up until now he simply wrote you off as an ordinary student thrown into an unordinary environment, perhaps he did have prior speculations towards your oddly accepting reaction towards your surroundings but he didn’t expect it to be because of this.

This being, you Intune with supernatural beings not prominent to his knowledge. He knew that there was a vast population of spirits residing in the human realm despite their not so living state, but to think you had been leisurely communicating with such heathen-like spirits.

He’s weary at first, and rightfully so whenever he catches you going on a tangent to these “uninvited guests” but the first born had been reassured by Diavolo that he approved their stay given they don’t interfere directly with the program.

“Do tell me whether I should be cautious…scared? no , far from it. After all they’re residing under my roof are they not?”

There was a faint ominous feeling, the idea that some of the Anitos are manifestations of humans who witnessed the Celestial War. They may not be on either side of the fray but one more mind aware was one more mind to keep an eye on. 

Luci stays neutral, he was responsible for your wellbeing here under Diavolo’s order and if these beings were part of that scope then so be it, it doesn’t make him any less relaxed every time these spirits choose to make their presence known through ruined objects likely older than yourself.

Mammon, petrified on first meeting/LHJ that aside he does feel distrustful of your room when he first met one of them accidentally, that or it was because one of the Anitos caught him trying to rummage through your room for something to pawn.

It was also the time that it dawned on him how he wasn’t actually your first pact mate, sure pacts weren’t necessarily a practice between you and the Anitos but the concept was there- he dare say it was a closer relationship compared to your pact with him.

I’d like to think they scold him every time he tries to act tsun towards you, like the aunts and uncles who tease you with any person your age. Mammon’s opinion of these beings transitioned from intimidating to indirectly affectionate.

“Oi don’t get the wrong idea- y’know your stuff is collecting dust, are ya trying to give us allergies?”

It was amusing seeing him clean and dust the objects the Anitos manifest in, he says it was because he doesn’t wanna get an earful from your companions or how careless you were with keeping your treasure- yet you still caught his eye glinting with respect.

Mammon learned to coincide with them, most especially when it concerns you of all people. There was a faint assurance that should a day come he couldn’t make it to your side in time, these spirits were there to hold the fort.

Levi was envious for lack of a better term. To him it was like meeting an Isekai anime MC along with their supernatural companion, it was unfair in his terms- you were so cool without even trying an effortless perfection he can say.

That partial envy was what started the initial bad blood between him and the spirits that had possessed a runic carving you purposely placed in your room as a medium of communication. They had to keep reminding him they’re not wish granting deities who bestow power ups and it did annoy them how much he’s confusing them for other famous beings.

And then, one day Levi just so happened to come across a game called Anito Legends, it didn’t take long for him to start binging the game to simultaneously learn about your supernatural comrades but to also express his genuine want to actually learn about them without offense.

“S-so they just favored you one day? Or was it a choosing ceremony type of connection? oh!- Are you bound by equal exchange? What about-”

He realized along the way how disrespectful it was to compare beings as it was also something he loathed happening when done to him. Levi’s take on the Anito spirits became one of subtle admiration, it even led him to wonder whether him and his brothers’ sustenance can remain beyond their “death” for the sake of watching over their kindred.

The thought was, as usual, straight out of some shonen plot but it was one that didn’t seem offensive to the spirits that trailed you down to hell. Perhaps if he plays his cards right they’ll give their insight on the matter.

Likely the one who knows the most about them compared to the rest, the demon of Wrath does spends his days within the depths of literature and perhaps at one point he did indulge in a passage concerning these South Eastern spirits of old.

And with his vantage of prior knowledge, he was the one who left the best impression on your allies from the other side, he knows not to take them for folly. He even goes as far as to offer old relics as possible mediums for them to reside in.

This was, of course, unknown to Lucifer; he has no use for these artifacts and if giving them up in exchange for being in good graces with this small population of spirits well- he's got nothing to lose.

"I wonder... have you ever made friends with more powerful Anitos? Just curious is all..."

Prior to knowing of your true potential he's always considered the possibility that if you're able to string the seven rulers of hell into pacts with you then- who's to say you weren't favored by other great beings in the realm of the supernatural?

He'll leave that hypothesis to himself, for now he'll make sure to remain in good light to the Anitos that have foreshadowed your power at play. It only added to your charm, at least; that's what he thinks.

Like Mammon, he also likely found out through accidental means, Asmo was making himself comfortable in your bed awaiting your arrival from school when he was met with the interrogative greeting of your befriended spirits.

He didn't offend them right away- mistaking them for a restless ghost who chose your room to haunt since it was the least demonic power infested in the House Of Lamentation. The disproval over the Avatar of Lust came when he threw the idea of giving them a good time in his terms.

He does come running out your room at the perfect time when you're about to enter, complaining over what they did to mess his appearance.

"Oh for the love of all things unholy- look what they did! Darling do you see this?! Who's side are you even on-"

It took a firm lecture to get him to apologize and even then the Anito barely forgave him under the condition that he doesn't trespass your personal abode again lest Asmo wants something worse to befall his appearance.

He wasn't aware of how mischievous they can actually be- mistaking it as a genuine threat instead but time does help him move one from such childish perception over your companions.

I'll bet you 100 grim that he accidentally thought one of the anito statues you brought with you was a chocolate carving- I'm so sorry. Like the ominous supernatural presence didn't even bother him considering how eccentric some of the devildom gourmet is.

At least he didn't consume the whole thing...? teeth markings are still present, but he did offer to help you seek out another possible medium throughout the House Of Lamentation, and he did apologize to the spirit after being explained to that he was the one who invaded their privacy and not the other way around-

Beel does eventually become their second favorite after Satan! He was a respectful boy to their favored one, and this meant him receiving random pieces of food during the day that came from nowhere.

"They're really good, both the food and the Ani..tos? I like them."

A curt answer when you asked him one day but an answer nonetheless. He gets along with them like he says, and they do manage to hold a bonding time even without you there!

Overall, Beel learned to make acquaintances with the neutral race of spirits. Likewise, the Anitos that followed you regret your transfer of realm less and less after knowing that people like Beel are there to keep you company. But they aren't leaving you anytime soon either-

Unsurprisingly, the most peaceful first meeting and the least chaotic. Keyword here is first meeting because his later interactions with the Anito spirits become more questionable-

They did hear of his misdeeds towards you, and yes, they did harbor malice at one point but against all odds he somehow managed to keep a peaceful introduction after all was said in done, he thought nothing much of them- neutral for a lack of a better term.

Under that peaceful first impression was a cold war, I doubt he takes their grudge lightly either and simply sleeps on the reluctant acceptance- where they do confront him well- in his dreams apparently.

"Tell me.. More about them, just what if..she's one of them"

Forgive, but don't forget, when he found out from Satan's discarded notes about their ancestral connection to a person- the possibility that Lilith can be one of them remained in his subconscious.

But he doesn't press on the matter further beyond that one question, knowing that he now has you and not the lost past he held so dearly. His relationship with the Anitos remain rocky, but there are some times where sympathy is shared amidst their indifference.

any headcanons on the demon brothers with a child MC?? maybe there was a mix up on the age in their file or something so they were expecting a grown exchange student and were met with a kid?? could also be a teen but that's up to you!!

• Youthful Student •

Hope you don't mind the mixed format T T, I think the accumulated headcanons fit a potluck type of serving rather than individual segments? Most of these are a shared effort between 3 or more brothers to so it'd be easier to just throw them in one lump jkfb. That and I've done a similar request last year! Think of this as an extension.

When you're younger than intended:

Whatever swindling thought Mammon had, it’s out the window. At first he refused to be the first assigned babysitter to the “exchange student” but, the thought of someone as young as being passed to his admittedly harsh brothers convinced him at the last minute.

He definitely considered taking you out to play with that little girl he’s been secretly taking care of, you two would get along swimmingly! That’s what he thought anyway.

Levi was even more reluctant to take you in as the new resident- world jumping stories usually had someone at least 16 but you weren’t even half that fan assigned age minimum??? Why can’t Diavolo send you back?- Then you called him Onii-san.

Every morning whenever Lucifer needs Levi to attend face to face classes you were the key to get him out his room. A simple "c'mon Levi-nii" already has the Avatar of Envy grabbing his digital notepad and headphones out the door.

That makes two demons on your big brother team. The third person to become your accidental sibling was Beel of all people. An accident at first but holding you felt like holding a big sentient marshmallow.

The fourth born clowned himself, telling to his reflection in yhe mirror over and over again how he's only getting close to you to study human children and how they differ in maturity compared to the grown humans he'd have to encounter.

In the end he got over the denial and proudly took you with him to cat cafes (after making sure you weren't allergic to the critters, of course.)

Asmodeus of course felt pouty with your bonding with the rest of the brothers, especially after seeing a post from Satan where it captioned something about bonding under a picture of you within a pile of cats.

Asmo wasn't easily allowed by the other brothers to come near you but they did eventually cave in after he hauled in bags upon bags of clothing for your petite frame. Styling you in the best way he could and with hid skill- you could be mistaken as a kid's fashion model in the human realm.

Asmo would occasionally fuss over Beel offering you so much food even lecturing him about your diet- which can potentially ruin both your clothes and your appetite.

At this point in time Beel decided to seek help from Satan regarding what food a human child such as yourself can consume. It took him a solid month seeing as he kept getting distracted over the idea of good itself rather than the actual studying part.

Belphegor did take advantage of your childish help, and I'd like to think that he didn't want to off you the last minute in lesson 16 but accidents happened and you were desperately clutching on what you understood in the plane of the living.

After such horrendous events he tried everything to make it up to you, a child who knew no better than him when he first opened his eyes amidst the soft environment of the Celestial realm.

Pillows? Stuffed animals? He beat all his brothers in spoiling you in this department. Anything to make you feel a bit safer around him even if it does take a mountain of plushies...

Do you think he isn't listening while you tell him the names of your plushie kingdom? Oh he has them memorized even with his eyes closed. He knew he somehow scraped himself out your hate list after he heard you naming one of your cow plushies as Belphemoo

Albeit childish his resentment of humans in general became a distaste for Diavolo- why would he let a young child like yourself stay here in literal hell? Such thoughts come to a stop whenever you tug him back for nap time.

Lucifer rarely indulges in taking care of you due to workload but, once or twice a month he attends your "tea parties" specially sponsored by Barbatos' support. During these personal get togethers, he's able to hear how you perceive your experience without biased outside forces.

Your presence did impact the devildom in the long run, teaching the highest authorities of hell that maybe they should focus on the next generation if they're intending to keep this place prosperous. But for now you'll settle with your many brothers and the memories no matter how fleeting— treasured in your youthful mind.