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I am 5'0 .

Will you give me cookies and hugs if I agree?

YOU'RE 5'3"? I COULD FIT YOU IN MY FUCKING POCKET?

NO YOU FUCKING CAN'T

Here’s what I’ve been cooking up in the past month🙂‍↔️

Credits go to @highgroundanimations for creating 3 of my most favorite characters ever ( and thanks for letting me bring my vision to life 🫶🏻)

Childepool at your service ‼️

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Important news, new post

I'm writing a novel!!

I will be posting advance chapters on Patreon for members, and you can also give ideas for other works, be beta authors. I may even write an original story/fanfic at the request/commission of members.

But don't worry, the public chapters will be released on the website https://www.webnovel.com/ just look in my login library: Angellunnares, ID: 4305437365 or search for the name The System Creative Nexus. The first chapter will be posted at the beginning of next month, with the second released on Patreon.

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my works in total, in case you want to read something different.

Would it be possible to request an Obey Me x Castlevania thing - if you use the animated series or the games, with a vampire (lady or gn - whatever you like.) from Camilla and Lenore's Council of Sisters? Either as the MC or not - whatever you'd like! I imagine perpetual night in the Devildom would be lovely and demon blood would probably be edible.

Maybe with Belphie - because I imagine him mistaking a vampire for a human + lesson 16 would be hilarious in hindsight. Maybe Satan and Lucifer too? Or whoever you'd like.

Thank you.

Hello dear anonymous, how are you? I apologize for the delay in my response. The message got stuck in my inbox, and when it finally went through, I was already distracted with other things. But now, responding to your request... 🐮 Belphie: -The youngest and perhaps the most whimsical of the brothers, always had a special affinity for sleep and dreams. -Upon discovering that MC is a vampire, he would be intrigued, seeing her as an enigma to be unraveled during his long hours of rest. "You don't sleep, right? Does that mean you never dream?" he would ask, genuinely curious about what it would be like to exist without dreams. -Also saw the irony in having tried to suffocate someone who was already dead, and it became an inside joke between them. "So, you were already dead when I tried to kill you? What a waste of a good strangulation," he would joke, with a lazy smile. - He might even suggest a lazy pact: "If you promise not to bite me, I promise not to strangle you again. Deal?" Belphie saw MC as an intriguing companion, someone who brought a touch of mystery to his world of drowsiness.

🦄🔥Satan: -The avatar of Wrath and lover of all things literary, was fascinated by the discovery of MC's true nature. -He saw her as a living library of hidden knowledge and ancient stories. "You must have seen empires fall and eras change," he said, eager to learn about history from the perspective of someone who actually lived it. -However, upon realizing that Lucifer had been mistaken about MC's true nature, he couldn't help but be amused by the situation. "So, Lucifer, the 'human' you chose isn't so human after all," he teased with a mischievous smile. -Satan used this opportunity to provoke his brother, highlighting Lucifer's error in judgment. -Beyond appreciating the irony of the situation, Satan was intrigued by the new vampiric ruler, Alucard, whose capabilities were as mysterious as they were impressive. -He saw MC as a valuable ally and an infinite source of knowledge, but also as a way to keep things interesting by playing with the situation.

🦚 Lucifer: -The proud and powerful leader of the brothers, reacted with a mixture of outrage and strategic interest upon discovering that MC was a vampire from the Council of Sisters. -The pride he had for his own race made it difficult to accept that the human he had chosen was not so human after all. "A vampire under my roof," he pondered with a hint of irritation, "this certainly adds a new layer to Devildom politics." He respected MC for her vampiric nature and the power she represented, but was very aware of the political and social implications of this discovery. -Lucifer sought to establish a diplomatic relationship with her, ensuring that her presence was beneficial for both sides. "Your experience will be valuable here," he said, "and I hope you find Devildom as… stimulating as your own domain." -Lucifer was aware of the tensions between vampires and demons of lust, especially under the mysterious and capable reign of Alucard. - He knew that vampires were a reserved group and that any alliance would require a delicate balance. "We demons value loyalty and order. I hope you do too," he stated, extending a hand as a sign of alliance and respect, while reflecting on how to maintain control of the situation and deal with Satan's provocations.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, the true essence, It's not in appearance, but in the strength of experience. In victory or defeat, in tall or short, In fat or thin, lies their mark.

Beauty is in the eyes, beyond the superficial, It's recognized in the journey, in the individual path. Like different jewels, each has its value, Even in the face of cancer, there's light in its glow.

Sweet little sheep, amidst challenges, With time, the jewel gains more value, in its threads. May your actions shine in splendor, Don't worry about others' opinions, continue in your labor.

For the brightness of your soul, even avatars attract, In every step, your light, the world reaches, never fades, never dissipates.

Personal

My dysmorphia and depression are bad today and I'm hiding from my partner and my kids in the bathroom sobbing. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

I hate myself so much.

So ugly and fat.

Wish I looked like all the pretty girls on here I really do.

So. As something of a connoisseur of depictions of the 7 Deadly Sins in media, I was just mulling over FMAB and thought, “I don’t know if anyone as crossed this over with OM before, but that would actually be kinda fire though.”

Like, imagine each of the brothers with the destructive powers of their respective Homunculi.

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer coming off as the most normal at first, until MC catches how his shadow bends and curves to avoid harsh light. They swear they sometimes hear him chuckling in the dark corners of the House, but they never actually find him anything there when they check. Red eyes reveal themselves in unlit rooms and follow them through the halls, all the while they keep wondering how he always seems to know where they are whenever he's away…

Mammon hardening his skin to be tougher than diamond, then using it to reinforce his claws and smoothly cut a perfect circle into glass display case. Him letting himself get punched when things don’t matter, but instantly hardening his cheek to break the assailant's hand whenever he starts getting serious. Or literally using his body to protect MC from harm as their first man and loyal shield.

Leviathan having a MASSIVE aquatic beast form that he shoves into a normal sized body, making him feel even more distant to others. Using transformations to regularly make himself look like his favorite anime characters/idols since he can’t stand the thought of looking at his true form. Yet, he still has that conservation of mass going, so he can simultaneously look like a 12 year-old girl and kick a car down the street like a soccerball.

Satan using his gifted sight to become an absolute force of nature. Not just a mere brute, but a sophisticated and effective killing machine with the wit and reflexes to mow down entire armies before breaking a sweat. Never blinded by fury, but harnessing his rage behind every inescapable strike. Him silently vowing that any threat to MC or his family will barely get to finish a thought before he's cut them down with precision and grace.

Asmodeus mostly using his extending nails for glorious manicures, but not being afraid to pierce the heart or lungs of anyone he doesn’t much like. He hears an incubus talking shit from a few tables down and stabs a hole through the jerk's skull while never looking away from his milkshake. His fights with Mammon getting 1000 times more destructive as his razor sharp claws bounce off his brother's skin and dig into the walls and furniture. The only thing he hates about them are how long it takes to scrub the blood off his nails afterwards.

*silently contemplates the possibility of Beel ripping himself in half to reveal a nightmarish second “stomach” capable of sucking anything into a blood-filled pocket dimension of which there is no light, hope, or escape* … Okay, moving on.

And of course, for those unaware FMAB Sloth could run at like the speed of sound which was threatening because he was also a behemoth. However, Belphie probably weights 125 pounds when wet, so… I admittedly get a giggle at the idea of him giving Lucifer a speed-of-light drop kick from across the House. That is probably all he would use it for, too. Him just getting those horns out and going into ramming speed… What a menace

Bonus: Wonder what kind of alchemist Solomon would be? 🤔

I'm 5'0, if I accept, will you give me a cookie and a hug?

YOU'RE 5'3"? I COULD FIT YOU IN MY FUCKING POCKET?

NO YOU FUCKING CAN'T

New history crossover OMSWD/ HP(Ao3)

based on this idea Ao3 fic

Imagine the brothers broke out of their code and became self aware

It was difficult to accept at first that their whole existence was just code in a game, nothing more then ones and zeros put into a computer. They still had to act like everything was fine when you logged in though, hearts aching knowing that all your interactions were just the ones the game provided for you.

Leviathan managed to hack the camera to your phone/webcam when he was out of the scene, managing to see your face for the proper first time again, he was blown away. Seeing how you reacted to the brothers with genuine emotion, how you actually looked beside the sheep emoticon in the game. You were breathtaking, he could not breath for a good few minutes after hearing your laugh.

He kept this to himself for a while until Mammon and asmo walked in on him admiring you through your webcam/phone. Lets just say all of the brothers were surrounding his monitor in less then 5 Minutes after the walk in. By some type of magic and with the help of Levi (cough he didn't have a choice cough), they managed to change the sheep emoticon to your face so they could see your face when you talked to them, like you were actually there. It made them fall harder, seeing your face turn when you couldn't differ from some options you didn't like, it made you seem real and genuine.

You started to notice something was wrong with the game when their faces seemed to change alot more, their bodies moving more often in-between dialogue. Did they add new sprites to the game? When you showed your game to one of your friends, they acted completely normal like nothing had ever happened. Maybe you were just imagining it? Nope, you could hear a faint whisper in the background of your phone "that was close, we need to be more careful".

It started to freak you out so you didn't play the game for a few months, it was horrible for the brothers. They missed seeing your face, going on adventures with you. They knew they were in a game so all the thrills of their old life just didn't feel right anymore, it wasn't real. They eventually got fed up and tried to leave the game, actually managing to succeed in this. You can imagine the shock you feel when they were no longer showing up in the game

You got freaked out so you uninstalled the game, thinking it was the end of it. Oh darling, you can be so naive. This is just the beginning

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First time doing a yandere concept type thing, not the proudest but i enjoyed writing it!

What should I do next? Requests are open<3

Secrets of Devildom: Pride Demons (Part 1)

Those who have read the theory of the 7 Og and the cycle of life (thank you @sparkbeast20 for the cooperation) know that there are many gaps in the annon, and many of the events that occurred in the annon are not explained, and/or left implicit without any context.

For those following these moments of theory, you may notice that I have been talking a lot about the demonic classes, their "history," and culture before, during, and after the fall of the brothers, focusing most of these moments on philosophical/mythological debates, pointing out plot points that few would see and understand.

Well, we have already talked about 6 of the seven sin classes, namely Greed, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, and Envy.

In the shadowy corridors of Devildom, where envy boils and desire twists, there exists a sin that transcends all others—a sin that has spawned legends and shattered them equally. Sit back in your chairs and fasten your seatbelts because today...

….(insert supernatural intro)…

...we will talk about Pride

But before starting this moment of theory, I ask you, dear reader, to keep an open mind for this moment, and if you want to point out any flaws, or if I am forgetting something, remember that this is just a theoretical post. I won't be upset if you want to add something to this conversation; I just ask that you reblog and tag me so that we can exchange theories on the subject. As with all theories about demonic classes, I will start with the famous question: what do we know about Pride? Pride is a concept widely explored by philosophers throughout history and analyzed from different perspectives.

One of these perspectives describes pride as an excessive love for oneself, characterized by an individual who considers themselves self-sufficient and admires their works, wishing for others to share this same elevated view. Descartes, in his book “The Passions of the Soul,” considered pride a vice, arguing that those with an unjustified high opinion of themselves do not possess true generosity.

The views of famous philosophers on pride offer valuable insights. Socrates, for example, focused on human relationships and reflection on one's thinking. Cicero, on the other hand, warned about the dangers of excessive pride leading to arrogance, considering it one of the most unpleasant forms of human behavior.

Nietzsche, a 19th-century German philosopher, saw arrogance as a manifestation of resentment and weakness, questioning traditional morality and exploring human nature profoundly and provocatively. Therefore, these different philosophical perspectives enrich our understanding of pride and its impact on human life. In philosophy, the concept of arrogance is often addressed in the context of ethics and morality. Arrogance is associated with a morally reprehensible attitude of excessive pride, arrogance, and disrespect for others. This idea is frequently explored in philosophical and religious traditions.

Moral philosophy also examines how this attitude can influence human behavior, interpersonal relationships, and the pursuit of virtue. In many philosophical traditions, overcoming arrogance is seen as a path to moral and spiritual development. In the Christian tradition, arrogance is considered a cardinal sin and is associated with excessive presumption and elevated self-esteem that goes beyond the limits of humility. Psychology identifies two definitions of the types of pride: positive, known as self-esteem and self-confidence, and negative, called arrogance.

Proud people often face internal conflicts resulting from traumatic experiences or parental neglect. These experiences can lead to a desperate search for compensation for failures or negative behaviors, revealing the significant influence of the family environment on the formation of pride and its psychological repercussions. They exhibit signs of control and resistance to external help, demonstrating a reluctance to acknowledge their weaknesses or seek support from others, which evidences a tendency towards excessive control and self-imposed independence.

In the annals of demonology, Lucifer remains the quintessential embodiment of arrogance. His wings, once resplendent, now bear the weight of his disobedience. His eyes, once aflame with celestial fire, now burn with the remnants of rebellion. His fall from grace was not just a descent—it was a seismic rupture that shook the very foundations of existence. Pride is a valuable currency in Devildom. We observe that this emotion is a powerful engine for narrative and character development. Lucifer, as the Avatar of Pride, embodies the constant struggle between self-confidence and arrogance, between self-acceptance and self-alienation. This duality is visible not only in his actions but also in his interactions with other demons and with the humans who cross his path.

Lucifer’s psychology is marked by profound internal conflict. His celestial fall, resulting from his pride, created not only a physical separation from the divine but also an emotional and spiritual fracture. This traumatic event shaped his view of himself and the world around him, creating a cycle of self-affirmation and self-destruction. Pride, in this context, is not just a characteristic but an armor he uses to protect himself from his vulnerability.

Lucifer’s relationship with wrath is particularly intriguing. Pride, as the father of wrath, manifests whenever he feels his authority questioned or his dignity threatened. This exacerbated emotion reveals his deepest insecurities and his struggle to maintain control. Lucifer’s wrath is not just a reaction to frustration but a defense against the fear of being seen as weak or fallible. This dynamic between pride and wrath is a constant dance that defines his complex personality.

The concept of the "virus of pride," as mentioned by Pope Francis, is an apt metaphor to describe how this emotion can spread and infect all aspects of a person’s life. The mind and heart of someone "infected" end up being consumed by this emotion, distorting their perception of reality and leading them to make decisions with catastrophic consequences. Pride, in this sense, is both a destructive force and a reflection of the human desire to transcend one’s limits.

The exploration of pride in the canon of the game “Obey Me!” offers a unique view of how this emotion can be both a source of greatness and a trap. Lucifer, in his quest for redemption, represents the eternal struggle to balance self-confidence with humility. His journey is a reflection of what it means to be human, with all its weaknesses and strengths. Pride, ultimately, is a lens through which we can better understand the motivations and dilemmas that define our existence.

The relationship between pride and other sins, such as envy and lust, also deserves attention. In Devildom, these sins do not exist in isolation but interact in complex ways to create an intricate fabric of emotions and actions. Pride can fuel envy, leading to competition and conflict. Similarly, lust can be an expression of excessive pride, a search for validation through conquest. Understanding these interactions is essential to decipher the characters’ motivations and the power dynamics in Devildom.

It is no surprise that the circle of pride is considered the penultimate level, the first and last line of the tomb of kings, which I will explain in the next post. Comparing it with the other circles of hell, we will see that although it has less "territory," the circle of pride is considered the most luxurious and densely packed with magic than the others. The circle of pride is one of the main pillars, if not the main one, that keeps the structure of the whole kingdom intact. This realm has multiple space-time pockets that contain small kingdoms and fiefs that constantly conflict with each other due to their pride and instinct of superiority. It is there that much of the Devildom nobility lives and where the original Castle of the Demon King was founded before the prince decided to place an imitation on the surface to 'play with the lower castes.'

From the perspective of demonic history and tradition, including the brothers is quite controversial. These brothers lacked any ancestral lineage or demonic pedigree. To the noble demons, the brothers were seen as mere mongrels that their prince had picked up on a whim and would soon tire of and discard. Despite being named the Avatar of Pride and possessing the keys to the castle of the Lord of Pride, Lucifer's predecessor had not removed all the traps or imbued the castle with Lucifer's essence as the new lord. On paper, Lucifer was recognized as the Lord of Pride, but in practical terms, he lacked access to the deepest secrets held by the former lord. It took him thousands of years of struggle and hard work to achieve what he did, and even then, he did not possess all the necessary information. This also explains why the brothers lived in a haunted mansion on what was known as the "ground floor" of the demonic realm instead of a castle at its pinnacle.

Lucifer’s story is a warning about the dangers of excessive pride, like the myth of Icarus where Daedalus warns his son not to fly too close to the sun or too close to the waves of the sea, but also a celebration of resilience and the capacity to seek redemption. His fall is not just a punishment but an opportunity for reflection and growth. In “Obey Me!” we see how Lucifer navigates these turbulent waters, facing his demons while trying to guide and protect his brothers. His leadership, despite his flaws, is a testament to his strength and determination.

In the end, Lucifer’s journey leads us to question our attitudes towards pride. To what extent are we driven by healthy self-confidence, and when do we cross the line into arrogance? How can we balance our desire for personal achievement with the need to maintain humility and respect for others? These are questions we all face, and Lucifer’s story offers a powerful lens through which to examine them.

For those who want to know more about this specific series in this theoretical series, just search my page #Secrets of Devildom or go to Obey-me masterlist

Urge to do some research and design Clone Wars era Jedi outfits with good frontline utility... might look cool...

Star Wars: How the prequel trilogy mirrored and rhymed the original

headcanon that in the early days of tcw Cody and Obi-Wan got trapped somewhere for a while waiting for a rescue and after a while they start getting hungry and Obi-Wan just whips out one of these bad boys like

“Not to worry Cody! I have these! I used to survive on them for weeks I was a Padawan.”

and Cody’s just, stares blankly. “…I understand everything Seventeen said about you now.”

goat fight. non-negotiable.

Doctor: $140,000 a year

Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year

Lullaby of Shadows: The Belmont LegacyIn

In the deep shadows, where the moon weaves its light, A path unfolds, a tapestry of ancient delight. Follow the whispering wind through the trees so old, And there, in ancestral mist, the Belmonts' story is told.

Follow the hunter's steps, where his arrow guides, The journey unravels mysteries, where the rising star resides.

The dense forest hums with secrets untold, Its gnarled branches cradle stories of old. Step softly on moss-covered ground, my dear, For it leads to the haven where dreams appear.

At the crossroads of fate, where shadows dance, Dark mysteries whisper, offering a chance. Beneath hidden fog, ancient oaks stand tall, Guarding lost memories, like a comforting shawl.

The ancestral wind sings: “Rest, precious soul, Cross the moonlit stream where dreams take their toll.” And there, among the oaks, you'll find your way, To a sanctuary hidden, where night turns to day.

Where the morning star sets in the eastern sky, At dawn, hope blossoms, and fear says goodbye. In the grand hall, a portrait of Christopher Belmont, His eyes firm, his legacy steadfast and prompt.

He vowed to slay Dracula, the immortal fiend, Avenged by Trevor, bearer of the Morning Star, gleaming.

And since then, the valor of the Belmonts transcends, Their lineage unbroken, their courage never bends.

But beyond the shadows lies a secret portal's door, To Devildom's corridors, where demons adore. They challenge the hunters in a ballet of dark, Yet the Belmonts endure, leaving their mark.

So hush now, my child, as the moonlight shines bright, Through ancestral woods, where mysteries take flight. The forest cradles you, its whispers a gentle tune, As the Belmonts' lullaby carries you to the moon.

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Obey-me masterlist

Barbatos's Vision

Barbatos stood still, observing the doors that dotted the wall of the room. Each of them was a portal to a specific moment in time and space, and he knew them well. Through these doors, he had witnessed epic battles, cruel betrayals, and moments of triumph.

But today, a new door had appeared. One he had never seen before. It emanated a strange energy, a sensation that made him shudder. Barbatos approached, his hand hesitant on the knob. He knew this door was different. It wouldn't take him to a past or future event, but to something deeper, more personal.

The door swung open, revealing a scene he instantly recognized. It was Rachel, a mysterious figure he had not yet met. She stood before him, with a determined look in her eyes. A shiver ran down his spine. This was the moment she would make her first demonic pact.

But how could he know this? Recognize Rachel before even meeting her? A voice echoed in his mind, his own, but from a distant future. "Barbatos," the voice whispered. "This is the moment. Make the pact with Rachel. It's crucial to our destiny."

Barbatos frowned, perplexed. He had no memories of this vision, couldn't remember seeing Rachel before. But the voice insisted. "Rachel Desmonte," the voice continued. "She is the key to the future of the demon realm. Make the pact with her, guide her, and protect her. The fate of all of us depends on it."

Waking from the memories that enveloped him like a veil, Barbatos found himself back in reality, in the vast library of RAD. The solemn silence of the surroundings contrasted with the agitation of his past visions, but he knew something unusual had occurred. A sense of urgency drove him as his memories slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a subtle echo of his presence.

Closing the recipe book in his hands, he took a deep breath, seeking clarity amidst the confusion. Walking among the shelves, he tried to unravel the puzzles haunting his mind. Fragments of the vision assaulted him, mixing with the murmurs of the ancient books surrounding him, creating a whirlwind of thoughts.

Finally, a flash of understanding hit him as his eyes met Rachel's, standing before him with an inquisitive expression. She still didn't fully understand what was happening, but Barbatos knew it was time to act. With renewed determination, he reached out his hand to her, ready to embark on the journey that was about to change the course of their lives.

"Miss Desmont," he said, his voice firm and soft like a whisper, conflicting with the intensity of his gaze. "It's time for us to make a pact."

A sword dance

Pomeranian vader! A baby! He just wants to sleep I love him so much!!!!!!

A few moments later

...he’s the worst boi

please just let him sleep

The Mysterious Human

Diavolo and Lucifer strolled through the halls of RAD, their voices echoing amidst the solemn silence of the environment. The topic of conversation was the human exchange program and how mortal students were adapting to life in the demon realm. Barbatos, the silent observer, trailed behind them at a discreet distance.

"Human show surprising resilience," reflected Diavolo, adjusting his crimson cape with a carefree gesture. "Even without our natural abilities, they manage to establish themselves here."

Lucifer nodded, his expression impassive as ever. "No doubt." His piercing red eyes swept over the bustling students, each carrying the weight of a distinct demon lineage. "But there is one human who stands out."

Diavolo raised an eyebrow, curious. "Ah, yes? And who might that be?"

As they turned the corner, they witnessed the scene that was the talk of the school: Raquel Desmonte, standing in her impeccable uniform. Her gray eyes overflowed with determination as she gazed down at the figure at her feet with a mix of disdain and authority, as if she were determined not to accept challenges. But it was the demon entangled in her whip that truly caught their attention—a bound and pitiful figure, with tattered clothes and a disheveled appearance, revealing an unexpected fragility beneath the facade of power.

"What's going on here?" asked Diavolo, genuinely surprised. "Why is she—"

Barbatos' voice sounded low, analytical. "She's protecting herself, my lord."

Raquel's figure emanated an aura of power and determination, an intriguing mixture of strength and vulnerability that drew the eyes of the demons present. Even without a formal pact, she kept the demon under control with a firmness that impressed.

"She's a force to be reckoned with," continued Diavolo with a mischievous smile. "Her pride can rival yours, Luci."

Lucifer crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Raquel with a penetrating intensity. "She may have pride," he said, "but she's no match for the experience and skills of a full-fledged demon, let alone the Avatar of Pride."

Diavolo laughed, enjoying the exchange of words between the two. "Luci, you're underestimating her."

Lucifer maintained his impassive expression. "I don't underestimate. I just observe."

Barbatos intervened, his sharp gaze analyzing the situation. "She doesn't have a formal pact. How does she control that demon?"

Raquel, still holding the whip and without averting her gaze, responded to the question with silent determination. "I don't need a pact to impose my will."

Diavolo applauded, still laughing. "Well said, little one!"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, his calculating mind already plotting future possibilities. "Keep it up, Raquel Desmonte. Your pride can be your greatest strength or your greatest weakness."

As they walked away, leaving the bound demon behind, Diavolo whispered to Lucifer: "Maybe she's more like us than we imagine." His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and admiration, reflecting recognition of Raquel's inner strength.

Lucifer, meanwhile, pondered Diavolo's words, his deep gaze revealing hidden thoughts. He didn't respond immediately, but the calculating expression on his face indicated that his mind was constantly at work, considering the implications of having such a determined among them.

As for Raquel, she remained where she was, her posture firm and her aura of determination intact. Despite the apparent fragility of her demonic companion and Lucifer's challenging words, she did not falter. Her pride, now more evident than ever, was both her armor and her sword, guiding her along the dangerous path she had chosen to tread.

As the three went their separate ways, the halls of RAD echoed with the echoes of their conversations and the murmurs of those who witnessed the encounter. Raquel's journey was just beginning, but her determination burned like a flame that could not be extinguished, illuminating the path ahead with an intensity that rivaled the stars of the demon realm.

*When Idia accidentally hacked MC's social media accounts and saw everything related about the dorm leaders*

Idia: ...

Idia: Ortho, do you think we should share this or not?

Ortho: Do you mean to the other dorm leaders?

Idia: Yes. These are pretty neat.

MC: Guys, have you noticed anything weird today?

Ace: Yeah. It was quite obvious, honestly.

Epel: Vil gave you a kiss on the cheek and thanked you.

Deuce: Rosehearts-senpai smiled at you warmly and asked if you would like to study with him.

Jack: Leona-senpai ruffled your hair, and Kalim-senpai almost hugged you to death.

Ace: And we shouldn't forget Azul-senpai giving them a discount coupon.

Ortho: Also, Malleus Draconia visiting your dorm with lots of presents in hand.

Ace: Seriously, what did you do for them to act like that?

MC: I don't know?

MC's posts/social media activities about the dorm leaders:

Has designed a plushie for Riddle, and was hoping to start soon in making it

Created a personalized ad that would help promote Mostro Lounge

Has bought a pair of comfortable slippers for Leona (but Kifaj told them that the size was a bit small for his feet)

Has drawn a cute sketch of Kalim and Jamil and is planning to give it to them before they return in their own world

Made an inspired makeup palette solely for Vil

Collecting lores about gargoyles that they could share with Malleus

Released a gaming app (playable in a browser) where users can interact with cats, befriend them, and start their own story. Two of the cats in the game resemble Idia and Ortho.

We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.