Obey Me! Oneshots [and Scenarios]

Memories(Part 3)- (All 7 Demon Brothers)

April 15, 2021

A/N: I'm sorry, I tend to let the story drag on longer than intended. I initially wanted to make this only 1 part, but then with all the background stuff and the aftermath of things, I decided to chop it up into segments. This one contains the four younger brothers. ♡ Expect headaches and eye strain. Maybe even chopped onions, idk.

Idea from tisC51

They are an amazing author for OM! Go on ahead and check out their book(s) if you can!

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Satan ♡:

Coming back from a RAD council meeting about student safety (which was covered a long time ago so I don't know why we needed to discuss it again), I cleaned up, changing into my house clothes.

I noticed some habits had changed. Sure, Mammon still snoops around the House, but it's much less frequent, and he gets scolded less. I also noticed Levi hasn't been active on his games and social media as often as he normally would. Lucifer's just Lucifer. Although I would occasionally walk by his room on purpose and hear sniffling, it's not like he won't get over it.. maybe.

Most books I wanted to read have lost some of their interest to me. Although I would occasionally curse some letters Lucifer gets here and there just for the fun of it. And for old time's sake. I remember that not too long ago, I cursed his bathroom's shower knob. Oh, sure, I was hung from the ceiling upside down and it sucked, but it was worth it. And then another time, I cursed one of the piano keys in the music room. I won't say which one, though.

Getting up, I went to one of my bookshelves and took out [Book Name]. It was the last book I remember reading with Y/N. They enjoyed it. "...This is my first time finishing a book this early," they said. I remember the characters, and how we laughed at how clueless some of them were.

When I looked around my room, I spotted their [f/c] sweater and neatly hung it next to where I keep my uniforms.

I sit down and open the book to the most memorable part and glance at their sweater. It just doesn't seem like they're really gone. I read the lines over and over again, the words soon feeling foreign to me. I read the chapter over, like I've done in the past nights until my head hurt and my vision blurred, distorting the images I saw of my room. As the tears ran down my face, my vision became clear temporarily before it blurred again.

I cried. I cried the whole night. And here I thought destructive love was only in books, a weird fantasy. Yet here I am, crying silently in my room.

I hope you're happy, smiling freely, wherever you may be.
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Asmodeus ♡:

Coming back from a long day at RAD, I deserve to take a bath and rest. After all those pleasantries, I finish putting on my usual house clothes. In the House, I don't need makeup to look or feel pretty. Because I know they've accepted me, and self-love matters.

Y/N's not here anymore, and I miss them terribly, but what would people think if they saw me, the most beautiful and fabulous thing here, crying? Sure, it may be embarrassing, but I promise you, I cry beautifully too.

But underneath all this, is someone who's hurting. Sure, I love myself above all else, that makes me myself! But what if I told you that I love someone slightly more than I do me? That I would do anything I can to try and help that person? That believed I could do more than just look pretty? Someone who changed me, inside and out?

I miss Y/N so much that I hate myself for not going to try and check on them. But instead, I'm going to remember them using the things I have that were theirs.

Every time I go out, I secretly wear the [f/c] sweatshirt underneath. Actually, I'm wearing it right now.

Every time I'm going to do something in memory of Y/N, I'm going to wear their necklace. It's full of memories, good memories, precious memories! And I bet most of them were with me!