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The problem with being an omega pretending to be a beta was, when you got unceremoniously yanked to the Devildom with nothing but the clothes on your back, your suppressants got left behind in the human world along with everything else you owned- and neither the prince who’d yanked you here for his lofty goals, nor his terrifying second in command who was in charge of your new household, seemed keen on letting you go get your things.
“Anything you could possibly need will be provided for here in the Devildom,” Lucifer had said when you’d asked, and his voice had been firm, brooking no argument. But really, how were you supposed to get suppressants in the Devildom, when they were black market and hard enough to get in the human world? You didn’t want to imagine what the black markets of literal hell had to be like!
“But what about my- my, uh, my medications?” you’d asked. He’d given you a narrow eyed look at that, producing a folder from seemingly nowhere and paging through it, asking in return,
“What medications? There are none listed in your file.”
Ah shit, shit, shit, how the hell did they know that you weren’t officially on any medicines? You’d had to think fast, and think fast you had, blurting out with flushed cheeks, “Birth control, it’s new!”
Those piercing red eyes had narrowed, searching over you, leaving you sweating for a moment, even as you felt the gaze of all of them staring at you over your proclamation. Eventually he’d sighed, and told you that, “Asmodeus should be able to assist you in that regard.” And then you’d felt different eyes piercing you, having just enough time to pinpoint which of his newly introduced brothers he’d meant before your new caretaker Mammon had stormed into the room and sidetracked everything.
Now here you were, hours later, standing outside the door Leviathan had told you belonged to Asmodeus, nervously trying to figure out exactly how you were going to convince a demon to help you get suppressants so you could continue masquerading as a beta. If being an omega in the human world was rough- and it was- you didn’t want to imagine how bad it had to be in hell. If humans abused omegas and took advantage of them on a regular basis, demons had to be even worse about it, right? And here you were, about to ask a demon for help hiding your status. Given how cavalier Leviathan was about taking advantage of his own brother, what hope did you truly have that Asmodeus would be willing to help you- without requiring something from you, at least?
Well, there was only one way to find out. And you had to find out, you had to try. So, you braced yourself, trying to prepare yourself for the worst possible outcome… and you knocked on Asmodeus’ door.
Almost immediately you heard a melodic voice call out, “Coming!” followed by footsteps moving closer to the door. A moment later the door opened to reveal Asmodeus himself; he was no longer in the black uniform he’d worn earlier, but instead wore a white jacket over a pink shirt, with burgundy trousers and a black scarf thrown artfully over his shoulders. Up close, the demon looked even more ethereally beautiful than he had in the student council chambers where you’d first seen him, enough so that it almost took your breath away to look at him. Habit had you trying to read him, trying to figure; was he an alpha, beta, or omega? Was he a danger to you (ha, he was a demon, of course he was a danger), some belligerent alpha who you’d have to watch out for, or was he relatively safer, like a beta or even an omega? You were usually good at picking out people’s secondary gender at a glance, a practice born out of habit and paranoia (was it still paranoia when they really were out to get you?), but… Asmodeus seemed to defy your skilled senses. You couldn’t get a read on him, at least not yet. It left you on edge, uncertain even more than you already had been. You looked up to meet the demon’s sunset orange eyes, which seemed to sparkle as he looked you over in return.
“Well hello~! I certainly wasn’t expecting a visit from our new house guest so soon!” His voice was cheerful, melodic to a point of almost sing-song-y, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at you and continued, “Although perhaps I should have, given your request to Lucifer. Would you like to come in to discuss your… medications?”
He all but purred the last bit, and alarm bells went off in your head. Of course he knew what you were here for- or at least, what he thought you were here for, given the excuse you’d given his older brother, but- why was he purring it like that? What did he know? Or suspect? Or- or-
“Go on, come on in, my dear. It’s not just anyone who gets to enter my bedroom upon nearly the first meeting!” He stepped to the side, making room for you to pass him through the door, and the alarm bells were still going off in your head. But you’d come here for a purpose, you’d come knowing you would have to tell him your secret; you told the growing panic in your mind that it didn’t matter if he already suspected, he was going to find out as soon as you asked. With that in mind, you inhaled deeply, and nodded, telling him,
“Thank you, I appreciate the, um, honor?” And then you stepped carefully past him, through the door, into what looked like a floral pinkish purple paradise. There were purple drapes everywhere, flowers and ivy all over the bed, the seating area, the lights themselves looked like flowers. It was… lovely. Very soft, very comfortable and pretty, very… feminine, omega. It looked like something right out of a magazine. You hesitantly moved into the room, taking it in, as Asmodeus closed the door behind you.
“An honor indeed!” the demon sang, and then he stepped beside you, gesturing to the seating area where several hanging egg-like chairs hung. “Sit, make yourself comfortable. Welcome to my humble abode.” With that said, he moved to take a seat in the farthest one himself, watching you with what seemed like a patient eye as you slowly moved to one of the hanging seats. Carefully you lowered yourself into it, getting comfortable as the demon himself did as well. Once you were both settled, he asked, “So, what can I do for you? You said you needed your birth control?”
There was a definite gleam to the demon’s eyes as he asked, and you found yourself inhaling quickly. Did he suspect? Did it matter if he did, since you were going to have to tell him either way? You let out your breath slowly, carefully, and looked Asmodeus in the eye as you told him,
“Not birth control- that’s just what I told Lucifer.” The demon nodded, the gleam in his eyes growing, but he seemed content to patiently wait for you to tell him what you were really after. You steeled yourself for the worst possible outcome, ready to run if you needed to, as you explained, “I need suppressants. For my heats.” Not just for your heats- you needed your scent blockers too, but you would start with the heat suppressants. There was no way you were going to let yourself go into heat while in literal hell, surrounded by demons.
“Oh I see!” Asmodeus exclaimed, and then he was grinning, clapping his hands together excitedly. “You are an omega; I thought you might be, but your scent was so low, I wasn’t sure! You poor thing, you must be on scent blockers as well.”
You grimaced at the sympathetic look on his face. That was- well, not the worst possible outcome of outing yourself, but certainly not one you enjoyed either. You’d seen sympathy- pity- before, from the doctor who had first told you where to get your suppressants, but you didn’t need sympathy or pity, you needed your medicines that made life liveable for you.
“Yes,” you finally said, and tried to shove back your grimace, your distaste at his response. You didn’t need his sympathy or pity, but if it got you what you needed, you’d deal with it. “I need those too- everything I had is at home still, and- you heard what they said.” You made a face, mimicking Lucifer as you repeated, “‘Everything will be provided here in the Devildom.’”
Asmodeus gasped, covering his mouth, and then giggled at your imitation of his brother. His eyes shone as he teased you,
“Don’t let Lucifer hear you mocking him like that- he’ll hang you up in the stairwell like he does whenever Mammon does something stupid.”
“Yeah, no,” you replied, shaking your head. You’d gotten enough of an impression of the terrifying first born to know better than that. You pushed the thought side, though, focusing on what really mattered. “Anyway- can you help me? I need suppressants and scent blockers both. I need to be able to pass as a beta.” You couldn’t make it in the human world as an omega, there was no way you’d make it in hell as an omega. You needed the safety cushion that presenting as a beta provided. You gave the demon before you your most pleading look, not caring if it came off as desperate. You were desperate.
“I can help you,” the demon answered, seeming more serious now than he had been for the entire conversation. The look in his eyes, though, was piercing. You felt like he was staring into your very soul as he asked, “Before I do- what’s in it for me?”
You froze. Here it was, the thing you’d been worried about the entire time you’d stood outside his door, trying to gather the courage to knock. The crux of the matter; what could you possibly do to convince a demon to help you? Your head spun as a thousand fears and thoughts whirled around your brain, of what he might ask or want of you, of what you were willing to do to get your suppressants. But, the long and short of the answer was simple. You pushed aside your fear and told him,
“Whatever you want, if I can do it, I will. I need my suppressants.”
Asmodeus’ eyes flashed.
“That’s a very dangerous thing to say to a demon,” he purred. He reached out for you, across the space between your hanging chairs, and ran his fingers along your jawline. You flinched, but didn’t pull back. You’d said what you meant, and meant what you’d said. You’d do anything to make sure you were safe from the dangers of being an omega. When you didn’t pull away… Asmodeus did. Like a bubble popping, like some kind of mirage, his serious look disappeared and he clapped his hands together again, grinning brightly at you. “You’ll be my little doll, then,” he told you, and for a moment, confusion and fear warred in your head. His ‘doll?’ What the hell did that even mean? He continued, though, cheerful, “I can just imagine how cute you’ll look in all the latest fashions from Majolish! You have the perfect body type, why, you’re absolutely adorable! Not as adorable as I am, of course, but that’s to be expected. Nobody is as adorable as I am!”
You- wait, what? You had no idea what ‘Majolish’ was, but if you were understanding him correctly…
“You want me to model for you?” you asked hesitantly. If that was all he wanted…
“Yes, exactly,” he answered, winking at you. “I’m a sensible demon; getting your suppressants is simply a matter of talking to a doctor, and I know of several who are quite discreet when it comes to privacy matters. A little bit of modeling should serve as an appropriate payment.” He paused then, giving you a more serious look, and added, “But I would be careful about any other dealings you have with demons. Not everyone is as generous or sensible as I am. Most would have taken advantage of you for offering ‘whatever they want’ as part of a deal. Do you understand what I mean?”
You flushed a little under his stern seeming gaze, and nodded. You were grateful, for both his transparency and his warning, even if you had meant what you’d said about your offer. You were grateful, too, that all it was going to cost you was some modeling. You let out a breath you hadn’t entirely realized you’d been holding. You looked Asmodeus in his beautiful sunset eyes and told him,
“Thank you. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
He nodded breezily, standing from his hanging chair, and replied,
“Well, shall we seal our new deal in the traditional way? Once we do that, we can get going to find you a doctor; it’s early enough that with my influence, you should be able to see someone today.”
“The traditional way?” you asked, following his lead and standing. If you could get this done today, well… you’d feel a lot better, the sooner it was done. Asmodeus grinned at your question, answering,
“With a kiss, of course!”
You flushed, hard. He wanted to kiss you? You blinked, looking over at him- and he winked at you again, only flustering you more. But… it made sense, didn’t it? You remembered hearing stories about deals with demons being sealed with a kiss. And he was beautiful- you wouldn’t mind kissing him. It was just the fact that he wanted it from you that flustered you.
“Um,” you answered, trying hard to push through your flustered feelings, “Sure. A kiss.”
“A kiss,” he repeated back to you, and smiled. He reached out then, telegraphing his move; he cupped both of your cheeks in his hands and leaned forward, slowly moving his lips to meet your own. Then, he kissed you, a kiss that started out slow, and then deepened as his tongue swiped across your lips, begging entrance; you parted your lips, groaning softly at how well he kissed, how good it felt as his tongue twined out to entangle with your own. It went on for a long moment, you weren’t sure how long, but you felt a little breathless when he finally pulled back, your eyes sliding open slowly to see a satisfied look on the demon’s face as he straightened and released your cheeks. “Now, would you like to go find a doctor now, or would you-”
“Yes,” you answered quickly, shaking yourself out of the slight fog of lust his kiss had left you with. He giggled, but nodded, moving towards the door to his room.
“Alright then; let’s go.”
And away you went.