Timeless; Boundless (Obey Me x Reader)

Oneshot BROTHERS: A Debt I Shall Pay

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This oneshot is basically a long ass chapter consisting of 4.6k+ words. This is quite a marathon read so prepare your tissues because this is gonna get ANGSTY! 

I was too lazy to divide the oneshot because my mum was literally mad at me for staying up till the next day to do a marathon writing. Anyways, this is a Brothers' oneshot although MC's love interest is Lucifer. 

ENJOYYYY

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*Y/N's POV*

They hated me, despised my entire being from head to toe since the first day I stepped in the Devildom. By them I meant the demons and the brothers themselves despite the fact that I helped them fix their family issues. Not that I expect something good in return but ain't it unfair that they could just treat me like that? A piece of trash? Something worth throwing away when useless? And the love I show to each of them is so genuine that the feeling of being pushed away breaks my heart. I never knew why and they wouldn't make me understand as a lowly human like me is stupid.

The only ones who whole-heartedly accepted me were my fellow exchange students; after all they're angels and a human like me. I once begged Lord Diavolo to approve my request of boarding with them instead. All I heard from his words were, "I see no problem with the brothers at all. Do you not want to live with them anymore?" And of course, the little me couldn't state the reason why since their presence follows me everywhere. This feeling of overwhelming fear kept me from stating the real cause of my begging and only answered, "A-Ah no! That's not what I meant. I just got too close to the angels and Solomon that's why I wanted to spend time with them."

"No", was the most straightforward answer that came to the demon prince himself. He, too, seemed to detest me the way Lucifer does. Not only did I smile bittersweetly to him before leaving the council room, but I made sure not to cry — not like there's any more tears to cry.

Little do they know that I got a special ability that's so rare and unnoticeable. I couldn't call it power but rather a strong sense of feeling; whether someone's in trouble, feeling down, or about to die. My foster gay dad left this world too early and got me blaming myself for it, thinking that my ability was a mere curse. Everyone left me either scared or dead for unconsciously predicting their fate.

My dad was the only one who cherished me back in the human world and stayed strong to lift me up whenever I felt down. No, he didn't pretend not even once that my abilities' non-existent as he sees them as a gift: a beautiful gift. His words were completely embedded in my mind — words before he finally took his last breath, "Your powers? Don't forget that they make you glamorous, okay? It's just that... There are some people who are unfortunate, including me haha. It's not your fault because dad said so, listen to me. Don't let others bring you down just because they think you bring them misfortune. Because? You. Are. The. Lucky. Clover. Of. My. Life. Periodt!"

I held my handmade [birthstone] bracelet that he gave me for my 18th birthday, tears falling down as I walked alone on an empty road. Repeatedly I mutter, "It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault..." Although the overwhelming melancholy bursts through me that I stopped on my tracks in a dark narrow alleyway. The rest of the way was fogged.

"It's my fault." Abruptly slumping down the dirty concrete, I leaned against a brick wall of a small house inside an abandoned city. Then I realized that I lost my way. Oddly, I never felt scared in spite of the spooky atmosphere lingering within the area, instead it was comforting.