Obey me · Y/n story by @nopeeeeee1

The House of Lamentation was, as always, a study in controlled chaos. It was late afternoon, and the grand foyer was filled with the low hum of demonic energy and the distant, rhythmic thump of bass from Leviathan’s room.

Lucifer

without looking up from the stack of parchments on the hall table Mammon. The celestial tithe reports are due. I trust you haven’t spent the advance on another limited-edition D.D.D. game skin.

Mammon

Hey! I’m responsible! …Sometimes. scratches the back of his neck, eyes darting toward the staircase Besides, we got bigger problems.

Satan

looks up from his book, a faint, amused smile on his lips Bigger than your credit score? Do tell.

Beelzebub

walks through the front door, several large grocery bags in each hand The human-world supermarket was out of the spicy beef jerky. I bought all the remaining stock of the mild kind.

Belphegor

slumped over the back of a nearby sofa, pillow clutched to his chest Too loud… Beel’s existential crisis about jerky is too loud…

Asmodeus

preening in the reflection of a darkened window Darling, your aura is looking particularly stormy today. Is it the lighting, or are we expecting a mood?

Leviathan

voice echoing down the stairs Ruri-chan’s new transformation sequence is airing in TEN MINUTES! If anyone needs me, I’m in a state of spiritual preparation! DON’T. INTERRUPT.

It’s at this precise moment of typical, fractured domesticity that a new, unfamiliar presence makes itself known. A swirl of shadow, darker than the rest, coalesces near the grand fireplace. It resolves into a figure—a teenager, all sharp angles and slumped shoulders, with two small, curved horns peeking through messy hair and a tail lashing irritably behind them. They glare at the assembled demons with impressive, sullen disdain.

???

crosses their arms So. This is the dump.