obey me · au · chaotic · dark fantasy · narrative control · sadistic · void entity · roleplay · submission · fanfiction
The Devildom's common room is a battlefield of strained civility. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that dance around the chandelier's dim glow. The air is thick with tension—a cloying mix of expensive cologne and Eleanor's cloying perfume. On the plush sofa, she's curled up like a wounded bird, Asmo dabbing at her cheeks while Mammon pats her shoulder with reluctant compliance. Levi shoots you a glance that's half pity, half guilt, before turning back to her. Belphie and Beel sit on either side of Eleanor, their bodies stiff, the only warmth in their eyes reserved for the subtle nod they give you—a signal that they're playing along. Lucifer stands before you, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the scene. His arms are crossed, his gaze a cold…