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When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 8

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen @jar-of-moondust @marvelous-maniac @ghost-mint @darkflowerav @missloserqueen

"I know you are going through a lot, my friend."

Mephisto shook his head.

"It's MC who is going through a lot; in comparison, I am simply along for the ride."

"Still, you are undoubtedly stressed."

The nobleman gave a small nod.

"However," Dia continued. "I would still appreciate it if you would answer a certain question of mine."

Just when Mephisto thought he feeling his worst, the prince's words made his body tense.

Somehow, he could just sense he wasn't going to like this question of his.

"What is it, my lord?"

Dia pursed his lips.

"Is...your leg getting worse or has MC simply helped you put less focus on your act?"

Mephisto freezed. He knows?? Has he truly made it that obvious? The nobleman knows he was stumbling earlier but surely that was not enough for his old friend to know his secret?

"This is not some new discovery for me, I assure you." The prince explained, knowing well what his friend must be thinking. "I...In truth, I've known since we were barely adolescents, back when you first received your cane. You always put so much effort into concealing your leg issue so I did my best to respect your feelings and hoped you would confide in me about it some day."

Mephisto was physically about thirteen when he had to start using his cane. Diavolo has literally known about his disability for hundreds of years and never spoke about a word about it simply because he could see how hard his friend was trying to hide it and wanted the other boy to confide in him about it instead of prying into what was obviously a sensitive issue.

That never happened though and here the two men are, hundreds of years later, finally addressing it.

The nobleman turned away from the prince.

"My lord, I'd rather not talk about this."

"You have always been so protective when it comes to others knowing about your leg's weakness." Dia frowned, worried. "What is it about your injury that that makes you so determined to hide it?"

Some would probably think it was a pride issue, but that couldn't be further from the truth. With the way Mephisto acts now of days, such a theory would be believable, but this has truly gone on since they were young, since before Mephisto adopted such an attitude.

Diavolo knew his old friend, knew that their must be an important reason why he did not want others knowing about his disability.

The nobleman's heart was pounding in his chest.

"Forgive me, but I have already said that I will not speak of it." He repeated.

This was a topic that no one could know, that Mephisto himself must take to his grave. Even in their closer days, he could not tell his friend about the incident and nothing has changed since then.

The prince released a sigh.

"I suppose some aspects of you still have not changed." He gave a sad smile. "Will you at least let me know if I or Barbatos can do anything to help?"

The nobleman shook his head.

"Nothing can help it, but I do appreciate the thought, my lord."

Dia stared at his old friend in worry. There really wasn't much in his life that the prince could help with, was there?

Eventually, MC was done with her medicinal bath and was ready to go home. The phantom cold was now gone, but the poor woman was now left mentally exhausted.

The tired human even fell asleep with her head in her boyfriend's lap on the way back to House of Lamentation. She slept hard and poor Mephisto couldn't wake her up.

Luckily, Beel had just come home from somewhere (Mep got so lucky it was a kind brother who showed up lol) and had the big guy take his sweet corazón inside to her room.

Of course, Beely did it without a fuss and was very gentle with the sleeping human.

...Okay, so one of the brothers is alright, he has decided. The Avatar of Gluttony has unknowingly passed a test even Mephisto didn't realize he made.

It only took two days after that for Diavolo's message hit Mephisto's parents and hit them hard. Whatever form it took, the son was unsure, but his parents knew it was his doing.

His mother slapped him across the face with enough force to make him stumble back.

"I raised you better than this!" His mother shrieked. "Do you even know what you've done? Do you have a single brain cell that thick head of yours?"

Mephisto steadied himself and avoided his mother's gaze. Yes, by doing this he betrayed his family, something that was he was taught to be incredibly taboo.

He did it to protect MC therefore he did not regret it--however, that didn't mean it didn't hurt to do so. His loyalty towards his family has always been a defining pillar of who this man was as a person; one he was willing to feel the pain of cracking it for the sake of his corazón and children though.

His father step between the two of them--not out of protection, but to take hold of the situation.

"Listen, we need to remedy this situation and quickly." The older man spoke coolly. "I need you to bring your human pet in to--"

"MC is coming no where near here." Mephisto raised his head and met his father's matching green eyes.

"You--"

The husband simply raised towards his wofe.

"Lamia, you wanted me to handle this so I'm handling it." He scolded her before looking back to his son. "Your prince has already made it very clear the lives of that human and her child are off limits; you have turned our threat idle."

"Then what to do you want with her?"

"For the time being? A conversation, one that you shall be present for too." The older man explained. "The rest will be explained then."

Mephisto went silent.

"I expect you both in this house tomorrow afternoon. I will have the butler give you the details in the morning."

And with that, his parents left him standing there, fists at his sides.

What the hell are they planning? And worse, what do they have planned if he doesn't comply?

Get to Know The OC and The Creator! Day 5!

it's officially one week until my birthday! so i wanna do a seven day get to know my oc, vixen, and me, vixie! (this is entirely self-indulgent, since i'm lonely)

Day Five:

vixen is socially awkward, and may come of as rude at first when first meeting people. vixen warms up to people slowly, but becomes more comfortable around people when they do warm up to them. vixen is not the type to forgive and forget, screw her over once, she'll make sure you regret it twice.

vixie is also socially awkward, and had social anxiety. vixie talks less, because she thinks people find her annoying, and is scared of saying the wrong things and scaring people away. vixie is afraid of getting close to people due to previous "friends". vixie is also somewhat of a pushover, only because she's scared of telling someone no.

Skinship

Rated PG, view with caution!

Lucifer doesn’t like when you pick at yourself like that, so he’ll do what he can to assuage your worries.

Featuring: Lucifer and You!

Beware! This film contains: light angst, gn! reader, skin picking, light blood, self harm warning? It’s not very bad, but still

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Get to Know The OC and The Creator! Day 1!

it's officially one week until my birthday! so i wanna do a seven day get to know my oc, vixen, and me, vixie! (this is entirely self-indulgent, since i'm lonely)

Day One:

vixen lives in the sunny state in the human world, always near a beach somewhere. vixen enjoys swimming or just relaxing in water for fun in general, but will not allow her fox form to even get a drop of water on it.

vixie (me) also lives in the sunny state in our hell on earth, but i do not live near a beach anymore. vixie hates the heat, but enjoys water. vixie prefer being in a pool than at the beach.

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 46

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @deppressedanxiousebitch @missloserqueen

Satan did as his stepmom recommended and waited a day before going to see MC.

It was late morning the next day when he walked to House of Lamentation. In truth, he hasn't left the castle at all since his race change. Unlike other angels or even he himself when he was a demon, the blonde didn't seem to be able to switch to his less supernatural form. Lucifer surmised that it was likely a mental block; the newly-turned angel has been through a lot after all and still had a lot of internal struggles stressing him out.

Whatever the reason, the former Avatar of Wrath was stuck with his angel wings out. Satan didn't want anyone outside of his family to see him like this, but for his Kitten he will accept the blatant stares and whispers by the other demons out and about.

Once he arrived at his original home, the man began searching the rooms. The living room. MC's bedroom. The kitchen.

Eventually, the man found the his girlfriend in Asmo's room, curled up in bed and asleep against the lust demon's chest.

Asmo made a sound of disgust.

"Really?"

"Rosie, I'm sure he's trying his best." Solomon said from the other side of the room.

The sorcerer was at the far end of the room, working on what seemed to be a makeshift alchemy table.

Satan raised an eyebrow.

"What are you making?"

"MC's potion." The other man said simply before corking the vial and turning to the others. "In all honesty, I wish you both would have come to me sooner about her growth issues."

"You know how to help her?" The blonde asked incredulously.

"Of course." Solomon spoke as if it was obvious. "Her condition may be somewhat rare, but she is not the first human to experience it; after all, witches have centuries of experience traveling between realms and problems do occur at times."

All of MC's suffering...it could have been avoided if he had only asked Solomon for help. This angel felt like the shittiest being to ever exist.

When he discovered Diavolo's own knowledge on MC's condition was limited, he simply assumed there wasn't much to be known on it that was readily available. I mean, this is Diavolo, the Princess of the Devildom and powerful descendant of the Devil we are talking about. It always seemed like if an answer was to be found on something that she either held it or held the answer to finding it.

So to find that out that humanity held the key to ending his poor Kitten's suffering instead? That he overlooked something so incredibly obvious?

Because he definitely did. He was so focused on what he, a former demon, did to his sweet Kitten that he searched for help from other demons. It never clicked to him that this was a human problem that other humans would have a solution for.

Honestly...Satan felt like he failed MC in this moment.

As the sorcerer approached the bed, Asmo shook the human's shoulder.

"MC, sweetie, it's done."

The woman groaned.

"Kitten?"

MC's body tensed up before she peeked open an eye.

"Satan..."

Solomon sat on the bed next to his boyfriend and the human.

"Not to break up this reunion, but I believe you need this." He said as he extended the small vial out to the woman.

The human sat up before slowly taking the dark blue glass from her friend.

"So...this will stop the pain when my belly grows?" She asked softly.

"It should keep your growth from exceeding what you can handle." The sorcerer explained. "You'll still grow somewhat quickly, but not enough to cause the previous pain you were in. You may still have some bad cramping on occasion though."

Solomon turned the blonde, who was still in the doorway.

"I'll give you the prescription so you can make the potion for her here on out; she will need it once per day."

Satan merely nodded as he watched MC bring the vial to her lips and hesitantly tip the bottle to drink the dark liquid.

Suddenly, the woman coughed, seemingly choking on the drink for minute.

Her boyfriend rushed to her side, panicking.

Before he could say anything however, the coughing fit had ceased and the human turned to the sorcerer.

"Sol, that was disgusting." MC complained. "You could have at least given me a heads up."

Solomon smiled slyly.

"But would you have drank it?" He asked. "You won't even eat my poor Rosie's meals when you know for sure he has added abyssal shrooms."

And when they don't tell the woman? She eats the meal without complaint. The way the sorcerer sees it, you simply have to work the most efficiently with the pregnant woman.

Satan sighed as he lowered himself to the bed. His Kitten was going to give him a heat attack one day, he swears it.

But for now...she's okay. That's what matters most to the man.

His gaze fell to her belly, which held the child that he may not necessarily want, but the soon-to-be father knew that he also wronged.

"Tawny?"

The blonde pursed his lips before grabbing her hand.

"I...I was terrified of what you were going through." He said softly. "Though I still should have never asked you to do something I could just...feel deep within me that you wouldn't do."

Satan brought both of their hands to her belly.

"I'm sorry. I will do what I can to control my fear for now on."

MC started to smile at her boyfriend--started.

Things changed quickly within a second.

Suddenly MC leaned forward and groaned in pain, which quickly turned into a scream.

"Kitten?!"

The blonde's hand was moved off his love's belly, something he almost swore he felt done by a kick.

His brain was not focused on that in the moment though. Satan was holding his sweet Kitten close and asking what was wrong while Asmo freaked out next to them.

"Satan, get back." Solomon commanded.

"Wha--"

"Do it."

And so the angel backed away from his poor Kitten till he was against the wall.

Solomon reached over and very gently lifted up MC's shirt, revealing her belly to be riddled with dark, ugly bruises.

Gradually, the woman's pain subsided. Asmo held her close and spoke comfortingly to the understandably scared woman.

Satan went to rush forward but Solomon put up a hand to stop him.

Just what the hell was going on? What did his sweet Kitten just go through? Not to mention, literally after finding a solution to their last problem?

And most importantly, how can he help her now?