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It’s not a big deal, you try to tell yourself.
It isn’t.
You don’t want the brothers to think that you’re weak, that you’re some little brat that cries all the time. Because of this, you try to only show them you’re happy and patient. You don’t want to get on any demons' bad sides, after all.
This morning, you feel.. Awful. Putting on your school uniform today makes your stomach twist.
You’ve gained weight here in the devildom, because Beel has a penchant for making you his late night snack buddy, and Asmo loves to feed you his expensive chocolates, and Levi excitedly shares his otaku centric snacks with you. They love to feed you.
It’s finally come back to bite you in the ass, you realize.
The sleeves feel tight around your arms, the buttons seeming to struggle to hold around your breasts and stomach. Your skirt feels tight around your waist and you can barely stomach looking at your thighs. Thick, pudgy and jiggly. You make yourself sick, honestly.
Today when you go downstairs, you’re not in a good mood.
You’re not confident, not happy, and you really just want to crawl into bed and lay down. But you suck it up and walk down to the dining room, feeling annoyed already as you hear shouting and arguing this early in the morning.
You settle down next to Belphegor, not particularly ready to face today when Mammon scoffs at you.
“What, you don’t wanna sit next to me, the Great Mammon?” He looks at you with a little roll of his eyes, crossing his arms. “That’s fine, I get it! You’re not the smartest, so it’s understandable.” He spouts off, and you can feel your jaw click shut in irritation. “You’re one to talk, Mammon! You’re an idiot. That’s absurd, hearing you say someone else isn’t smart.” Satan snorts out, and it’s not long until Mammon balks and starts to positively pitch a fit.
“You think that a human is smarter than me?!” You can feel tears prick at your eyes, and you look down at your lap stubbornly. You won’t cry.
“I could outsmart a human like this any time. I ain’t afraid of some pudgy, dumb little human—” The word pudgy strikes a nerve, and you slam your hands on the table. Your food sits untouched in front of you— Beel had piled it with all of your favorites.. But you can’t bring yourself to eat it. Not now. Not when you know that they think that.. You’re pudgy.
The slam startles the whole table, and you stand up from your seat.
“I get it, Mammon. I get that I’m stupid, and fat, and you’re better than me in every way!” You spit out, feel the tears that had gathered in your eyes start to roll down your cheeks. The demon's eyes widen and for once, he doesn’t speak for a minute and his face goes pale. “N-Now wait a second,” He says your name so softly, and it makes your lips twist in a frown. “No! No. I get it, Mammon. Trust me.” You snap, reaching down to grab your bag.
Tears are streaming down your face now, and you have to choke down a sob as you start to storm out of the room. A hand curls around your wrist and you wrench it away without looking at whoever it is. “I’ve had enough of you demons today, I-I’m going to see Simeon and Luke.” You tell them, your voice shaking as you storm out the door leaving the demons in stunned silence.
It lasts for only a moment before the brothers descend into chaos— and you slam the front door of the House of Lamentation and rush to see the angels that you know will coddle you.
Simeon is waiting for you outside of Purgatory Hall, and you can’t help but fully break down in front of the angel. Your chest aches as you sob, pressing your face into his chest as he sweeps you inside.
“What’s wrong, darling?” He asks you, his voice soft and sweet. You shake as the two of you walk up to his room, and a pathetic whimper leaves you.
“I-I’m just a fat, pathetic, stupid human.” You choke out as you walk into the room, shaking your head. Luke is already in there, and he doesn’t hesitate to start defending you immediately. “Said who?! You’re none of that! W-well.. You’re a human, but that’s it!” He yaps out as he comes up to you, and grabs at your hand.
“Come, sit down.” Simeon croons softly, but you can hear the restrained anger in his voice. The angel pulls you down to sit next to him on his plush bed, curling you against his side as Luke kneels at your feet. “Now.. Explain to us what has you so upset.”
So… You do. You couldn’t stop the words even if you wanted to. You tell them about how low you’ve been feeling about yourself, about how you’ve gained weight, and.. How Mammon made you snap this morning. You’re worried that now the demons think of you as some pathetic baby,
“Now, just stop right there. They may be demons, but they don’t think of you like that, not with how much they care about you.” Simeon scolds you, squeezing you close. “They’re idiots, but.. They do love you.” He hums softly, before he sighs and drags you down into the bed next to him— laughing at your squeak.
“I think today, we should skip class… we can rest all day in bed.” He smiles at you mischievously. “What?! Simeon, you know I don’t like it here b-but what if we get in trouble!” Luke yaps out, and Simeon shakes his head with a grin. “I think just this once, we won’t get in trouble.”
Luke clambors into bed behind you, and you smile at the two weakly. “Can we watch a movie?” You ask softly, and your voice is so soft and gentle that even Luke takes a moment to look at you, bless him, before he groans as he settles down. “If we get in trouble, I’m blaming you!” He huffs, but there’s no heat to it. Your D.D.D. is put on silent in your bag, and you’re swaddled up between the two angels as you watch shitty movies all day.
Sleep isn’t on your agenda, but it seems like you’re so exhausted that you can’t help yourself.
You end up staying there the entire day, late into the night as Luke and Simeon bicker and snuggle you. A sharp series of knocks sound at the door, making you nearly jump out of your skin. Simeon sighs as he gets up, leaves you with a squeeze to your knee before he answers the door.
Lucifer stands at the door in his demon form, his sharp eyes cutting over to you with a frustrated sigh. “We’ve been calling you all day.”
You sit up, and bite your bottom lip sharply. “I’m sorry, Lucifer. I’ve been here.. I think I slept most of the day.” You tell him, and you watch as his eyes soften slowly. You look small in the bed, even next to Luke. “Well.. I think I can speak for everyone in the house when I say we have been worried about you.” He says quietly, and you look at Luke and Simeon with a soft pout. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, love.” Simeon tells you, and Luke presses his cheek to your arm with a whine. “Wouldn’t it be fun if you stayed here with us? I would make you all the cookies you wanted!”
Hearing Luke makes you smile, albeit a little weakly. As much as you love these angels, you do have a very large soft spot for your demons. Even if they’re jerks sometimes. “You know I’d like that, Luke… But I have to go home.” You tell him, brushing your hand through his hair with a happy hum. “I’ll text you when I want some cookies, though, and we can have another sleepover.” You whisper, smiling as he pouts and nods at you. You gather your things, slinging your bag over your shoulders and shuffling over to Lucifer.
The demon smiles at you, holding out his arm.. And you hesitate for a moment before wrapping your arm around his. “Let’s go home.”