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LUCIFER
- Lucifer’s hands are almost always gloved
- And he isn’t the type to openly hold hands either
- But when he asks for high fives, it’s one split second contact between both of yours
- You grew accustomed to his hands always being gloved, and when the rare moments you two hold hands, it’s comforting to feel the soft, somewhat velvety material of them
- (Even though these were the same hands that gave you a bruise during that dance all those months ago)
- The first time Lucifer didn’t wear his gloves was a day to remember
- You were in his study, finished with homework, and he was doing paperwork on his desk
- Seeing how stressed he was becoming, you grabbed a chair and sat next to him, openly gazing into his eyes as they scanned the paper he was reading
- Your eyes looked down on the desk and immediately felt flustered
- His hands were bare, ungloved, and tapping repeatedly on the desk
- His hands ran through his black hair in attempt to push it back
- His hands were writing down on the paper and rhythmically switched from one to another
- His hands were a sight to see
- His nails were painted a blood red, matching his eyes.
- Long fingers with a strong palm, you wondered why he always gloved them
- With a blank mind, you reached over and grabbed his vacant arm, playing with his fingers, separating them, comparing hand sizes, and then holding them. They were cold.
- Lucifer froze and slowly turned towards you, blinking.
- “And what do you think you’re doing?”
- You smiled, “Holding your hand”
- He merely let out a sigh, and gave you a soft smile.
- “I can see that.”
MAMMON
- Mammon’s hands are smooth and silky, fingers adorned with jewelry
- They were the right temperature at all times, and used to holding things precious
- He likes holding your hands, he likes being close to you, he likes it when you two have physical contact
- He liked talking with his hands, but he was careful enough to not let them hit something or someone, he likes keeping them busy, to stop them from swiping something away
- He throws his arm over your shoulder, he holds your hands and covering it up as him not wanting you to get lost, and he likes it when you play with his hands.
- Long, slender fingers, fast, flexible, and agile, it was clear he took care of them
- His whiny attitude and behavior often hides how hardworking he actually is
- And as the second oldest of his brothers, he was also the second most powerful, just behind Lucifer
- But it’s common knowledge he’s attractive, working as a model for Majolish, you can see him in magazines and such. His hands model rings, bracelets, and arm bands, wrapping around his skin perfectly with nice coats of polish adorning his nails
- His hands have seen work before, and aren’t new to the concept of it. Having taken care of his brothers as children.
- His touch is soft and gentle, calmly grasping your own hand and pulling you along with him through the halls of RAD, despite being late to class, his grip was still soft as ever.
- It was no wonder why he was assigned to take care of you.
LEVIATHAN
- Levi’s hands are cold, clammy, and sweaty, always shoved into his pockets or balled up into fists
- His grip was either too loose or too tight
- He doesn’t like holding hands, or anything that would require his hands touching any part of your body, he doesn’t want to get his sweat on your perfect skin
- But you loved his hands, how they gripped his controller perfectly, his nimble fingers expertly dashing on his keyboard, the way he moves his mouse fluidly, and the chipped polish were no bother to him, more so adding to his charm than anything
- When you clasp your hands around his, you could see the gears turning in his head as he gets reminded of an obscure anime with a long title, when he flushes red, as red as the game over.
- You smiled and played around with his hands, playing deaf to whatever Levi was muttering about.
- His hands were slightly rougher than expected, but it was still so smooth and so soft, you could trace faint markings of scales on them, and love to go over them more than a few times.
- It was the fifth time you did this in three days, and Levi had decided to ask a question.
- “Why do you like my hands so much, normie? They’re not exactly something to marvel on..”
- “They’re a part of you, and I like you!”
- “W-what?! D-don’t go saying that stuff around like that y-you.. You normie!”
SATAN
- Satan’s hands are nice and smart, if that’s how one could describe hands
- Like his brother’s, they were long and slender. Great reflexes, just on time to catch a falling book from within his room.
- Despite this, he was still prone to papercuts, and would often have bandaids adorning his fingers.
- He especially liked the bandaids with cats on them, even purposefully getting a papercut just for the novelty of one.
- His hands were cold, but not sweaty. Think of all the paper that would get damp if he did have sweaty hands, it would be a living nightmare for him.
- He would sometimes tab his books, and you could see his fingernails gently scrape on top of the tabs to grab one, and meticulously place it on the page
- You didn’t know how to react when he uses a red tab, considering how some of his less...angelic books were filled with red tabs.
- Sometimes, he talks with his hands too, a habit picked up from Mammon, growing up being raised by the second oldest, he was bound to pick up a habit or two
- When his hands are not busy, they would often find themselves linked in yours, you liked to run young thumb over some of the bandaids if there were any
- He liked to caress your face with his fingers, gently taking in ever feature on your face, taking in your nose shape, the line of your lips, to the apples of your cheeks, it was like he was trying to memorize it with his bare touch alone.
ASMODEUS
- Asmo’s hands are very well taken care of
- Soft, smooth, and silky. They were delicate and well manicured.
- His hands were warm to the touch, and smelled delightful courtesy of the soap and hand cream he uses
- He likes holding hands with you 24/7, and would complain of times where he has to let it go, but within a few minutes, they would always find themselves back intertwined with yours.
- He usually paints his brother’s nails when he’s bored, and you were not going to be an exception to this
- He cradles your hand gently with his own as he swipes color onto your nails, a soft smile on both your faces as he rambles off about something he found interesting
- He likes to compliment your looks, your beauty, and your hands were also a certain favorite of his.
- “Your hands were made to be held,” he said. “They are perfectly made for my own. Don’t you agree?”
- To show this, he puts his hands in yours, and holds it as if it was going to get lost.
- “You’re perfect, MC. You’re perfect.”
BEELZEBUB
- Beel’s hands are large and calloused, what you’d expect from a star athlete
- They are warm to the touch and firm, the pads on his fingers sometimes caressed against your hands.
- Sometimes sticky from the food he eats, he’s been made aware of this and now carries hand sanitizer on his person and uses them every now and again
- At first, he used fruit-scented sanitizers, but after an incident of him nearly eating his hands whole, he changed it to floral scents
- His grip on you was always loose, to make sure that if you were feeling uncomfortable, you had a way out of his grip in no time.
- When holding your hand, he’d sometimes give it a squeeze or two, a habit he developed with Belphie to see if his twin was awake
- You started to squeeze back the third time this happened
- Beel knows how strong he is, and he wants to use it to protect his brothers and the people he most cares about
- But with you, a human, he’s scared of accidentally hurting you. If his nails dug into your skin, if he accidentally left a bruise from patting your back too hard, if he leaves a mark on your skin that is the perfect replica of his hand, guilt gets buried so deep into his stomach that he can’t eat like he usually does
- You made sure to tell him that you weren’t hurt, and you were fine with his touch, because it made you feel safe and protected. The warmth he radiates was calming to you, and made you feel aware of his presence.
- And his presence was your sun.
BELPHEGOR
- Belphie’s hands are thin and bony, almost limp
- His hands are cold and dry, not giving them an ounce of attention besides to wash his hands or to rub his eyes
- He liked to talk with his hands at times, more on gesturing and pointing than mindless waving, but he always made sure that his hold on his pillow was strong
- His hands were dry and flaky from the lack of attention
- There were some skin peeling from his around nails, and chipped nail polish from areas he liked to pick from
- And his hands were the same ones that wrapped around your neck, suffocating you with an intent to kill.
- And yet, you were fascinated with them.
- How does a hand, so thin, so frail looking, have that much strength and power behind it? It was because he’s a demon
- Belphegor is a demon, and the Avatar of Sloth, the seventh brother of the seven sins
- He was lazy, always asleep, and mean. And despite being classified as one of the weakest of the brothers, he was still stronger than the average demon.
- But it was easy to forget, seeing as you lived with him for a long time.
- And it was eerily easy to forget how much he had wanted you to die by his own hands. His own, bony and cold hands.