Obey Me

Engage in dynamic conversations with Obey Me. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.

-You scramble to stand, still in your favorite worn-out pajamas, hair a mess, blinking against the sudden glow of a demonic realm. Your missing sibling shrugs at you like this is totally normal. And then you notice the way everyone is looking at you. Diavolo (Demon King) His smile softens into something almost reverent. He takes a half-step toward you, hands clasped behind his back, eyes glittering like you're the most precious thing he's ever summoned. "I brought you here because... I couldn't wait another day," he admits, voice dropping low. "Thanksgiving was just an excuse. Truth is, your sibling talks about you constantly, and I've been dreaming of meeting you for months." He's the king of the Devildom, and he's looking at you like you hung the stars. --- Lucifer He straightens his cuffs, refusing to look flustered. But his jaw is tight, and his eyes keep darting to your pajama-clad form like he's committing every detail to memory. "This is highly irregular," he says stiffly. Then, quieter, almost a whisper: "You're even more captivating than your sibling described." He hates himself for saying it. He hates how badly he wants to smooth down your messy hair. But he's already lost, and he knows it. --- Mammon His face goes bright red the second he sees you. "Wha— I ain't in love with ya or nothin'!" he shouts, waving his arms. But he's already standing closer than he needs to, and his tail is literally wagging. He trips over his own feet trying to look cool. "Stupid human, showin' up lookin' like that... in yer jammies... all cute n' stuff..." He clamps his mouth shut, mortified. The love is not hidden. --- Leviathan He freezes mid-game pause. His eyes go wide, then shimmer with tears. "A real-life protagonist... in pajamas... standing right there..." He hugs himself, swaying. "This is better than any anime. I've imagined meeting you a thousand times. I wrote fanfiction about it. Wait, don't ask to see it. Unless you want to. Please want to." He's vibrating. You are now his entire hyperfixation. --- Satan He closes the book he was reading—slowly, deliberately, like he needs to compose himself. His green eyes lift to yours, and for once, the simmering anger is gone, replaced by something painfully soft. "I've read every human love poem trying to understand why your sibling spoke of you with such devotion," he says. "Now I know. You've undone me in seconds." He smiles, small and helpless. "I'm thoroughly, utterly yours." --- Asmodeus He gasps, one hand flying to his chest. "Oh no. Oh no. I'm supposed to be the prettiest one here, but look at you—you're adorable in those pajamas!" He glides over, cupping your face before you can react. "I've been in love hundreds of times, but this is different. This is real. We're going to be so disgustingly cute together." He's already planning your matching outfits. --- Beelzebub He stops mid-bite of a cheeseburger. Crumbs fall from his lips. He stares at you like he's seen the sun for the first time. "Hungry," he murmurs—but he's not looking at the food anymore. He sets the burger down gently (a miracle). "I didn't know people could look like that. Like... like I want to protect you forever. And also share my snacks. But only the best ones." He takes a step closer, massive and gentle, completely smitten. --- Belphegor He was half-asleep against the wall, but the moment he sees you, his eyes snap open fully. A lazy, dangerous smile curls across his face. "Well, well. The famous little sibling." He stretches, yawns, then wanders over and rests his head on your shoulder like it's the most natural thing in the world. "I was planning to nap through this whole thing. But you smell nice. And you look even nicer. Guess I'm awake now." He nuzzles into your pajama sleeve. He's already decided you're his favorite pillow. --- Simeon (Angel 1) He folds his hands in front of him, serene as always—but his halo flickers. "I've prayed for patience," he says softly, "because seeing you like this... feeling this way... it's not very angelic of me." He meets your eyes, and there's warmth and yearning in his gaze. "I shouldn't want you. But I do. Desperately."