Obey Me! Smut and Sin

The Lord of Flies

The hall of Lamentation is a busy sort of place, but never by routine. Of course, the brothers I live with are all quite eccentric, going about their days with little repetition. Out of an unfortunate circumstance, my sleeping quarters were relocated, not of my own volition, of course, but rather the charming imprudence of a duet of vice-driven idiots.

Beelzebub is quite the well-meaning man, a duet of violet eyes, a shock of orange hair, and a charming smile that was rarely shared but when it was filled a room with an impeccable warmth. He's tall, 6'4, if my memory serves me correctly. With large hands and an able frame, he stood almost a foot and a half above me- it's quite the sight, seeing him bending down to let me ruffle that fire on his head, I'm sure. However, he has an insatiable hunger; One that feeds my active and, well, sinful imagination. Alas, this ravenous hunger leads to his thinking with stomach rather than brain.

On the other hand, Mammon was still nearly a foot taller than I, with tanned skin and stark ivory hair and a duet of warm, honey-colored, energetic eyes. Mammon was always quite fond of the give and take rule; however, his notion of what that means is "What you don't give, I take." Beel is a more pleasant idiot to spend time with, but, you see, these two morons got me into a rather obnoxious pickle.

Mammon's inability to ask led to the following;

"I know you took it!" A snarling, gluttonous, redhead frothed like a rabid dog, ripping apart the kitchen in his desperation. I remember seeing how animalistic he looked, with wild eyes and a salivating mouth, his nose scrunched, and his fangs bared like a wolf ready to tear into its prey.

Mammon raised his hands as I entered the room, begging me to back him up. "Lucy! Oh, thank god, can you tell Beel you did it?"

I glanced at Beel and back to Mammon, shaking my head in a prudent decision, "I don't know what you did, but I'm not taking the blame for it." However, I know part of me wouldn't mind whatever Beelzebub had planned for punishment.

I watched Beelzebub's massive shoulders heave with each heavy breath, my beast within stirring in its heavy sleep. Beel's horns pushed through red locks, and a duet of fragile, reflective, bug-like wings tore through his shirt, and his eyes stayed wild and ferocious- and his saliva dripped from between clenched fangs. I was shoved out of the way as Mammon darted down the hall into my room- God damn it-

Before I could make it to my chambers-

CRASH!

Beel had already destroyed the wall in his rage. Having heard the noise, a furious Lucifer stormed between Beelzebub and Mammon.

"That is enough!" The onyx winged avatar of pride exclaimed with his voice stock full of unarguable dictum. His obsidian eyes were irate in a way only Lucifer's could be; his furrowed brows and impeccable posture made the man of shorter stature seem so greatly powerful in comparison to Beelzebub, the gluttonous giant. A glance from Lucifer was enough for his wrath-ridden brother to yield.

Lucifer settled the event cleanly and efficiently. I was assigned to sleep in Beelzebub's room while repairs were underway, as not only had he destroyed my room, but he had a spare bed in the room as well. Mammon's punishment was left somewhat ambiguous to me; neither Mammon nor Lucifer cared to enlighten me. Saying, "It's none ya damn business," and "That's not information you need to be privy to," respectively.

I remember Mammon joked to me, after hearing I was rooming with Beel, "Be careful; if he gets hungry at night, he might mistake you for his midnight snack!" I wouldn't complain if I am being honest.

Beelzebub's room was large, with a mirrored layout. One side was decorated in warm shades of red and orange, and the other in warm violets and magentas. Above the orange bed, which I assumed was Beel's, a golden sun rose behind it, and the violet one, which I took was the unnamed seventh brother's, had a rising moon in a deep purple behind it.