Reader is a What?
Prompt: An MC who is like a secret god/goddess. Lemme give you a description. MC had a terrible, no-good, very bad day. And they were in their room crying, so now they have a headache and it’s even worse because the horns are hidden and straining against their head. So, MC lets them out along with the wings because their back hurts from being curled up for so many hours in a corner.
Gender: gn!Reader
Prologue:
This was your worst day in Devildom, and your breakdown was taking a toll on your mental health as well as your physical form. Not the form you showed others, but your true form – that of a god/goddess. You never told anyone this secret as you feared being seen as a fish out of water in Devildom.
When others looked at you, they saw a ‘normal’ human, but what exactly did you see when you looked at yourself in the mirror? Four large white wings with golden outlines; slightly glowing eyes the color of gold; two golden horns that curved from just above your ears and stood six inches above your head; a shiny white and gold striped halo balancing atop the horns; a third eye on your forehead with massive, long eyelashes that was white and glowed; a huge deep gold tattoo on your stomach in the shape of a person sitting crisscrossed, using magic, and the three realms.
You were able to hide all of this from the others, but the bad day had drawn tears to your eyes. In turn, you had a headache, which kept getting worse due to the strain of the horns on your head. However, the amount of magic it was taking you to hide your form took the highest toll on you. For a while, you stared at your tears that were made of gold (literally). Was it worth it to continue tormenting yourself to hide your true form? Shaking your head, you shattered the magic around you, and instantly, your deity form was on display.
Unfortunately for you, he had learned you were having a bad day and entered your room. He generally knocked, but today, he assumed you would tell him to leave you alone.
- Lucifer froze. The amount of divine energy flowing from you made it difficult for him to breathe.
- A while back, he had suspected that you were hiding something from them but wasn’t expecting you to be a god/goddess. Regardless, Lucifer remained unfazed by your appearance and was more concerned with your sadness.
- He forced himself to come closer to you, even though his body told him not to. Wordlessly, the first brother sat on the edge of your bed and gently stroked your head, avoiding touching your horns.
- “It hurts. My horns hurt!”
- Lucifer knew from personal experience how annoying horns could be and how heavy wings could feel at times. The Avatar of Pride didn’t ask you questions, nor was in interested in learning anything about you at that moment. His energy was forced on trying to calm you down and provide you with a soothing touch.
- However, one question nagged Lucifer’s mind: why was a deity in Devildom? If Lucifer didn’t trust you, he would have thought you were there on a mission to study the demons as the heavens were planning a war against Devildom.
- His jaw dropped. Where was (y/n), and who was this creature? Why was there such a strong divine aura flowing from it? Wait, was that creature you? You were a god/goddess?
- Mammon’s head spun, but hearing your anguished sobs tore at his heart. He wanted to bombard you with questions but knew this was not the right time.
- It took him a little struggle to get closer to you as your divinity was too dizzying for him. However, Mammon wanted nothing more than to help you calm down.
- When he saw your gold tears, the Avatar of Greed’s eyes widened. He had a moment of weakness where he considered taking your tears and selling them to make A LOT of dough but had to remind himself that this was neither the place nor the time to think about money. That didn’t mean he wasn’t planning to take your ‘tears’ afterward with your permission, of course.
- Mammon sat by your side and held onto your hand as he gently patted your shoulders. His eyes wandered around to take in your majestic form.
- Maybe you had your reasons to hide the truth from them. However, he hoped you would tell him the truth once you calmed down.
- Eh? EHHHH? You were a god/goddess all along? Why didn’t you tell them? He thought you were a normie human all along. If he knew you were a deity that looked like they were straight out of an anime, Levi wouldn’t have given you such a hard time.
- He was lost in thoughts until he heard your whimpers. His shoulders slumped. Though, he was a little uncomfortable as he didn’t know how to make you feel better. Regardless, Levi still pushed past the invisible barrier around you that attempted to push him away.
- Levi hesitated to touch you because he didn’t know if your light would have a negative effect on him. After a while of thinking, he sighed and gently stroked your cheeks. That was when he saw your gold tears. Talk about your tears being priceless.
- Since he didn’t know what to say, Levi stayed silent, gently stroking your cheek, head, and arm and even taking a chance at caressing your wings. They were even softer than Lucifer’s wings in the Celestial Realm.
- Unlike some of his brothers, Levi didn’t consider you would be there to spy on them or have any ill-intention toward them. You were still (y/n) to him – a friend, crush, and sweet normie, not a force of divinity.
- Satan wondered if he was in the presence of a god/goddess and took a moment to analyze your aura. Once he confirmed, the Avatar of Wrath felt breathless. He knew being around your divine form for a prolonged period would have a negative effect on him. However, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away and leave you in tears.
- The Avatar of Wrath took a deep breath and forced himself to get closer to you. His eyes scanned each and every detail on your body, but he was most fascinated with the tattoos of the three realms. Why would a deity have a tattoo of all three realms? Did you have a special power, or were you an overseer of all three realms? Someone who transgressed ordinary gods/goddesses.
- He had to force himself to swallow his curiosity as your well-being and happiness came before. So, Satan made a mental note of all his questions and sat down beside you. His touch was gentle but still hesitant.
- “Do you want to talk about it?” Those were the only words he said. If you chose to tell him, Satan paid close attention to your words; if you chose to remain silent, he didn’t force you to say anything.
- Once you were in a better state of mind, Satan planned to get answers to his questions and hoped you would tell him the entire truth.
- As someone who admired beauty above all, Asmo was speechless. He never thought he would see a being more beautiful than him, but you proved him wrong.
- Asmo was so enamored by your appearance that, for a while, he zoned out and didn’t hear your sobs or see your tears. His only focus was on taking in every inch of your beautiful appearance. He only snapped out when you let out a small cry of pain.
- At first, he didn’t want to come closer, knowing his dark aura would not mix well with your light one, but he couldn’t bear to see you in pain.
- Little by little, he eventually came closer to you and tried to talk to you. Asmo wanted to know why you were in pain and crying, among many other things. The Avatar of Lust knew he couldn’t stay in your presence for long without being affected, so he tried his best to learn the reason for your sadness and find a solution.
- Seeing your appearance brought back memories of the Celestial Realm, which made him realize something. How had he not heard about a being like you before? Had Michael and, maybe, Lucifer known of your existence and hid it from others, or did they not know about you?
- Beel was surprised by your appearance, but unlike his brothers, he didn’t think about who you were or why you hid your appearance or divine aura.
- His focus was only on your tears. Why were you crying, and what could he do to make you feel better? Beel tanked his way closer to you without worrying about the effects of your divinity on his body or mind.
- “What’s wrong, (y/n)? Did someone do something to hurt you?” He patiently waited for your answer. His eyes wandered to your wings, and had you not been sad, Beel would have smiled slightly. Your wings slightly reminded him of Lilith and her wish to have beautiful wings. He couldn’t help but think that if she was alive, she would have loved this form of yours.
- Once you gathered enough strength to tell Beel you were having a bad day, he tried his best to help you by talking to you, giving you hugs, and sharing his food. If you tell him someone caused that sadness, Beel will ‘take care’ of the person for you right in front of you so that you can smile. Whatever it takes, he will do.
- Belphie had to force himself to stay grounded as his first instinct was to run out of your room. Compared to his brothers, your aura had a crushing effect on him. He wanted to walk away, but seeing the way you looked at him, tugged at his heart.
- The Avatar of Sloth wondered just how much magic you had to be able to constantly conceal your presence from everyone. He understood you were a god/goddess, but even deities have limits. Belphie slowly got closer to you but didn’t dare to touch you. Once you concealed your divinity, he planned to make it up to you by hugging you and not letting go.
- “What’s wrong, (y/n)?” It was evident he was concerned about you.
- “Bad day…my wings…and horns feel…heavy…”
- He could completely understand your problem, as his horns were the heaviest out of his brothers. At times, he purposely avoided his demon form just so he didn’t have to deal with the burdens of the heavy horns.
- Knowing he couldn’t help you much, Belphie considered calling Solomon over to try to alleviate your pain. But would the sorcerer be able to help? Moreover, would he attempt to use you for his own benefit or to help humanity?