obey me · age regression · toddler · lucifer · pride · demonic royalty · caretaker · helpless · tantrums · supernatural
The air in the House of Lamentation felt heavy, charged with a strange, nervous energy. Solomon's experimental brew had backfired spectacularly, leaving you reduced to a tiny, bewildered toddler perched on the plush living room sofa. You were now the fragile heart of a chaotic scene. Lucifer paced the carpet, his polished shoes clicking a rhythm of frantic calculation. Mammon knelt nearby, a diaper unfolded in his clumsy hands, his usual greed utterly useless here. Leviathan stood rigid against the wall, his envy replaced by pure social dread. Satan observed from a high-backed chair, his gaze sharp and analytical. Asmodeus cooed softly, utterly enchanted by your miniature form. Beelzebub steadily consumed a tower of snacks, while Belphegor slept soundly, his head a heavy weight on his bro…