♡𝓐𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽♡ Solomon x Gender Neutral! Reader (Obey Me)

Now That's A Lot Of Damage

     Two days. That's how long it's been since I bumped into Asmo, Solomon, and MC. At this point, I'm kind of wishing I had asked for their numbers instead.

     There's not really much to do here, in my dorm, all things considered. The House of Lamentation is the dorm for the demon brothers, because they're all student council members. The reason it's so big is because there's seven of them, and they don't exactly always get along with each other. I imagine it also has something to do with Lucifer's status as Diavolo's right hand man.

     I, however, live alone. I have what you might call "trust issues" due to a certain incident with Lucifer thousands of years ago. The thing is, I also refuse to tell anyone what happened, and Lucifer himself doesn't even seem to remember. I'll never be able to get over it though, and it's become one of the many suffocating lies that I'm burdened with.

     All I want is one person that I can share my darkest, most shameful secrets that I've carried with me my entire life with. I want someone who can give themselves to me, body and soul. I want someone that I can give myself to, body and soul. I want someone who I can cuddle, and share my affections with without the fear of being judged. I want someone to love.

     I may not seem like the Avatar of Deciet because I don't appear to lie all the time. People often forget that the best liars are the ones who can hide the fact that they're lying.

     I tell lies about myself to make me seem like I'm not a total mess. But the reality of this situation is, I'm afraid. I tell more and more lies, each one more deceitful than the last. I keep digging myself into a pit of lies, and have grown paranoid that people will see me for what I truly am. I build walls made of empty words but won't let anyone close enough to break them down. From my distrust has grown a crippling fear of others discovering the truth about me, of them finding my true emotions. I can't lose control of what people know, otherwise I'll fall apart. The more about my true self that's discovered, the more panic and dread I feel as I'm mentally backed into a corner.

     I can't let people put me in that helpless position filled with despair, so I distance myself from them. I put on the mask of a dignified person with a sense of self-worth so they don't see a reason to look any deeper.

     Ultimately, I want someone I can trust, but I'm too afraid to let anyone in.

     Living alone in my dorm helps with the whole "I can't let anyone find out too much about my personality" thing. Of course, it leaves me alone with my thoughts filled with self loathing and paranoia, but I've learned to deal with it.

     Sometimes, like right now, I tend to feel too lonely and bored to be entertained by the fictional world I use as an escape mechanism. That's when I text Asmo. He's the rare type of person that I feel comfortable being mischievous around. It's a small  puzzle piece of my true personality, but even if I choose not to display all the intense negative emotions inside, it's better than hiding my personality completely.

     Since I can't seem to successfully entertain myself at the moment, I don't see the harm in texting Asmo to see what's up.

     Hey Asmodeus, are you doing anything right now?

     Not really, just watching Levi yell at Mammon because Mammon owes him money. Man, he really is scummy. Anyways, why do you ask? Are you saying you want to come over?

     Nah, I was actually wondering if you or anyone else there wanted to come over to my house to watch the newest TSL movie, which was adapted from the new book Simeon wrote for the series

     Okay! Me, Levi, and MC will be right over there! Oh and the scumbag wants to come too. Be there in a few💖

     Sighing, I set my phone down. I guess I'd consider myself a decently good friend of the brothers. Of course I've never been extremely close with any of them. Maybe this has something to do with my fear of getting too close to people. Maybe it has something to do with me being the only avatar that isn't a fallen angel. Maybe both.

     Getting up, I started preparing for when they'll get here. I turned the TV on and put the movie in, so that I could just hit play whenever they got here. I also haven't eaten a lot today, so I decided to make a few bags of popcorn and put them into bowls for all of us to share.

     While I'm putting some blankets on the couch, the sound of the doorbell ringing alerts me of their presence outside. I finish setting the blankets down and walk towards the door.

     Upon opening the door, I can see Mammon, Levi, Asmo, and MC standing on my doorstep. We say a few greetings and I lead them inside my home.

     "Damn, I wonder how much I could make from selling some of the stuff in here. WAIT, DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?! Pfft, o-of course, I was just kidding. W-why would I ever DREAM of stealing anything? Heh..."

     As the Avatar of Deciet, sometimes it's downright painful watching Mammon try to lie.

     "Rotflmao lolololol it's a good thing such a scumbag can't lie if his life depends on it," Levi remarked, laughing at his brother.

     "Both of you, that's enough," MC said, though no one listened to them.

     "Yeah Mammon, you seriously couldn't be more scummy. It's degrading that I have to call you my brother," Asmo said, completely ignoring MC.

     I'm not sure if Mammon was already having a bad day or what, but he turned into his demon form and  tried to attack Asmo. MC stepped in, shielding Asmo from harm.

     Mammon immediately stopped, terrified by the idea of hurting his human. So, instead of trying to hurt anyone, he picked up a wooden stool and threw it at the living room wall, effectively putting a hole in it. The stool collided with the wall near where Leviathan was standing. Levi must have assumed Mammon was aiming for him, because he picked up the stool and hurled it across the room in the direction of Mammon. Mammon ducked out of the way in time, and the stool flew into the window, causing the glass to shatter. Asmo and MC were standing in the hallway, where they couldn't get hit.

     "Stop it, both of you!" I yelled at the second and third eldest of the brothers. For the first time, they both seemed to notice the damage they'd caused. "Great, now where am I supposed to stay? I need to see Lucifer and Lord Diavolo about this," I said, thinking about our current predicament.

     After a tense moment of silence, all four of them slowly agreed with me.

     The four of them headed back towards the House of Lamentation, awaiting the lecture from Lucifer that was sure to come later on. I arrived at the Demon Lord's Castle, where Lucifer and Diavolo had a meeting of some sort. Barbatos allowed me inside, and alerted Lucifer and Diavolo that I had something urgent to speak with them about.

     Sitting down in the room with Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, I had just finished explaining everything that had happened to them.

     "I apologize on behalf of my brothers. When I get home they'll receive a lecture, as well as a punishment they won't soon forget," Lucifer said, speaking with distaste laced in his tone.

     "I see, (Y/n). Well, the question remains. Where will you be staying until your dorm is fixed?" Diavolo said, deep in thought. "You won't be able to stay in the House of Lamentation, I'm afraid. Oh! I have an idea, though the details haven't been ironed out yet," Diavolo said, to which Lucifer seemed anguished. "Just give give me a few minutes, if you will," Diavolo remarked, and with that he called someone on his D.D.D., though I didn't catch who.

     As Diavolo exited the room to speak on the phone, Lucifer and I exchanged a glance of worry, anxious to see what scheme Diavolo has cooked up now. After a few minutes of talking on the phone, Diavolo walked back in and addressed me.

     "Well (Y/n), good news. You'll be staying at Purgatory Hall until your dorm is repaired."