The Devildom Consort - (Obey Me Fanfiction)

The Devildom Consort - Mammon

The Devildom Consort

Rosa Maria brushed down her RAD uniform as she took in how it fit in her bathroom's full-length mirror. Taking in deep and even breaths, well, as even as she could make them. She was scared. So scared in fact, that Lord Diavolo had noted her distress personally. She'd been nearing cardiac arrest when she'd been dropped into the Devildom.

She was a normal human woman. Waist length brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin bespeaking her Latinx ancestry. She had been on her way to a study hall when she'd blacked out and appeared here. She'd been taken aside shortly after coming to, missing orientation entirely.

She had been informed afterward that her purpose was to help with human, demon, celestial relations. Whatever the hell that meant. As soon as she had heard that the Lords of Hell were involved, she nearly passed out again.

Rosa Maria was scared. Who wouldn't be? The only positive was that she was tall. At six feet, she didn't have to crane her neck back too much to look into the demon's eyes.

She'd been brought to a different room, and office from the appearances of it. She was waiting patiently, or whatever it was that complete and total terror made you do under such circumstances.

She was waiting for the Lord; she had been informed. The Prince, apparently. What was she supposed to do with that? Prince? A fucking Demonic Prince? She was so screwed. What had she done in her life to deserve this? She tried being a good person, she didn't understand why she was here now. She'd been told repeatedly that she was safe.

What did that even mean in such circumstances?

She'd waited for what seemed like hours, but it could have been minutes, she wasn't sure.

Eventually a gentleman in a butler's garb opened the doors, as a distinguished man in a red military styled suit walked in. Boy he was tall. His eyes were uncharacteristically bright amber. Otherworldly; of course, they were. He wasn't human.

She gulped as he took his seat at his desk. He gave her a warm inviting smile. He looked like an uncle. At least, that was the energy she was getting.

"Hello, Rosa Maria, it is a pleasure to meet you! I am Lord Diavolo, I am sure you have been told?"

"Y-yes, sir, I know...of you," she managed to speak out. Though her voice was quiet. She could hardly meet his eyes from the terror.

He gave her a look of sympathy. "I am aware of your fear, and I understand why it is you feel so. I think, to help you, it would be best if we staggered your entry into the Academy. Perhaps, a slower introduction will make you more comfortable."

She swallowed, trying to find her voice and to still her thousand thoughts. "I...I don't know if that will help, my Lord," she said quietly and then added, "I am terrified, I, I have no place here, I do not think. I don't know how I'm supposed to help relations if I can be spooked by just BEING here. Maybe I don't belong here?"

"I understand your concerns, but I think you will bring a much needed sense of...mortality to everyone. You are the perfect candidate as you can prove that we can calm those fears. i am not without conscience though, so, as I said, we will stagger your entry into the academy, you will also serve to help me deliver missives to the other students, not my Demonic brethren and subjects," he stated in a bright tone.

"Wh-where would I stay, my Lord?" she asked quietly.

He smiled, "You will stay in the House of Lamentation, you will report to me every morning, and we will go from there."