#especially with the perks pact of punishment

[teamfortresstwo]

To be honest I think I hate Asterius way more than Theseus because his fighting style is SO fucking annoying OVERGROWN CHARIOT ASS . And also his insults actually hurt . And he isn’t pathetic enough to be endearing.

Okay maybe I don’t actually hate him but he is frustrating . (But also incredibly hot so . I’ll give him a pass.)

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

Dark Au 7

They chuckled under their breath as they paced their refurbished room. Lucifer had been fairly adamant about Beelzebub repairing the gaping hole. Seeing as the hole in the Kitchen pissed Satan off. 

"How foolish? By escaping the cage others had made, I built my own to dwell in."

A grin graced their face as they dug into their hips. 

Things were not going as smoothly as they had hoped. Well, they never expected anything to go smoothly; trapped in a living hell with Demons waiting to pounce. Hell, they were living on their own- with demons of their mind lurking at night.

Their fingers clawed quicker and pressed down harder. They needed some release, and they hated this one. It's taking too long for the results to come through, but beggars can't be choosers or whatever the saying was. 

It seemed one tragedy after the next, and their chest remained stiff as the corpses before mealtime. Perhaps, if they were to collapse with one last breath they would replace the next foolish low-rank hunt. A cold sweat broke forth from their skin, reminding them of the bath they had sunk under. The reflection of scales in the abyss of their mind made them stumble. 

He was going to kill them, and one of the strongest lacked momentum. 

Still, they twitched their hands and shuffled toward their win. How ironic. How fucking ironic that they were bound to him, now, or was it the other way around? 

They forced themself to look at the ceiling and the lines they began to etch. Not one of the unwelcome visitors bothered to look there. If anything, they focused on the blood smears on the wall next to the door. An excusable expense, as this small prison sanctuary was an emotional freedom. The only place to release it was a safe zone from death...funny.

Except their lips curled in disgust they were trying to summon the reaper even in here. Running a hand through their hair they thought about finding a sack. If they were going to die, might as well save them the work. Nah, fuck that.

It had been approximately 3 hours, 45 minutes, and 10 seconds since the competition, where Leviathan proved why he's the embodiment of envy. The scales wrapped his features, claws sharp, eyes slit and yellow. He was every ounce of a predator, and Mammon wasn't quick enough. The others were no better except Lucifer.

Eyes narrowed in thought, they dropped their arms. The eldest brother seemed to wager their strength at the moment if not for Diavolo. A test of strength or durability didn't seem of use, especially after their friendly encounters with his brothers. A hand came to pat above their right breast at the raised flesh and they ambled into the joint bathroom.

There was no mystery of the bruises forming at their tailbone or the swipes under their collarbones either. They had turned Leviathan's haven into a weapon against him. Provoked him enough, the claws came out, and he pounced as he should've. They didn't play fair, and a bit of guilt crept up on them. At least, even with blood on their hands, something still reminded them they were human; reminded them, they were not a monster or at least turned fully.

Still, they couldn't bring themself, to hold onto the feeling for long until indignation reared its head. Not at him or Mammon but Lucifer. Did he have to hold off on some sort of testimonial? Didn't they already prove themself against Beel? 

"Great, got stuck with something susceptible to dying," a voice perked up from the doorway.

"Oh, big words, Mammon."

"You can walk alone," he huffed, "Thought you'd be more aware after that trick you pulled."

"You helped too," they hissed as he snatched their arm.

Why did everyone feel the need to touch them? Was it a dominance thing? Did Demon's even do that weird wolf shit? Ah, hopefully, heat wasn't a thing.

"Everyone's going to get pissy if we don't arrive on time. Don't need to get punished for your shit."

"Then leave me alone next time."

"Can't," he motioned between them, "we have a pact. "

He said it so simply it made them almost stumble. This was wrong on multiple levels, and they still had to meet with Levi about their prize. Lightly they shook their head. Even if Mammon seemed to be the mellowest of the group he's still a Demon. The same breed as the ones who almost killed them that week. He was just like them no matter what.

"Mammon, you finally made it on time," Lucifer chimed from the head of the table.

They suddenly remembered their dwindling fury.

"I have no idea what I'm supposed to do," they muttered once in their seat. Leviathan had yet to make an appearance.

"Are you complaining?" Mammon eyed them between bites, "Pissed you couldn't help prepare the food."

They swore he was laughing at them as they fought back a grimace. Beelzebub across from them stabbed an eyeball. 

"No, quite glad I didn't this time," They scowled at him. 

It was deduced by now that Mammon was not as much of a threat as he seemed. While he's a powerful Demon, he saw no point in tormenting them because it didn't bring him any gains. No one will pay heavily for a human, he had moaned. A blessing, truly.

"Cannibalism is not appropriate for our…guest," Lucifer sniped, "good hosts make accommodations especially when we do not wish to upset Diavolo."

"As long as you're at the table with us," Asmodeus inserted, "there won't be any human meat. You know to keep things...what was the word, Satan, dear?"

"Peaceful. Don't ever call me that again," Satan flashed his teeth.

"Real shame," Beelzebub almost whined, "they're good but not the best."

"Barely," Mammon scoffed, “some animals taste better.”

"You're just used to scraps, Mammon," Asmodeus's grin twitched.

“We could still have humans,” Satan said, “As long as we didn’t tell the Human.”

“Barbatos is keeping track,” Lucifer reprimanded. 

They did not miss the slight twitch on his face.

They sighed and poked at the leaves covering their plate. Demons were mischievous creatures and knew ways to prank others. In the old cultist brochure, some utilized this to enslave and reap the souls of mortals. 

This was a joke, yet they almost scowled about Solomon. Surely that being was close enough to the brothers to know about their meal prep. A wrinkle formed as they watched a dish twitch with what they considered monster goop. Scorched and still breathing. Horrible.

"Now we have to cater to you," Leviathan scowled from the doorway.

"You're late, sit down," Lucifer scolded.

Leviathan's scowl only deepened before it dropped into resignation. He refused to move from his spot without motioning to MC. They wondered if his social cues were always lacking. 

With their guard up they watched him shift weirdly.

"Mammon, did your stupidity rub off on them?" Leviathan huffed, "You, me we need to talk."

"Eh, you going to try turning into a crazy serpent again? Cause, no deal," Mammon cocked his head, "Don't need ya fucking up my charge."

They feared it was more than that as Mammon tended to spend more time around them. (He started going through their things the other day). If lonesome was a discernable feature of him they couldn't tell. Then again, The Avatar of Greed is greedy and many high-powered humans didn't only stick to monetary gains. No, their greed would often slip into Lustful trades. Trafficking-honed by lust, yet powered by greed-Mammon didn't appear to be that type. He already said he couldn't form any value off of MC.

They'd choose to shrug it off.

With a tidal wave of tension brewing, between the brothers and Lucifer's heavy gaze on them, they found themself in the planetarium with Leviathan.

“Planetarium?” They awkwardly filled the silence.

“Mammon’s not bright enough to look here,” Leviathan grumbled, “You won. What do you want?”

They studied him for an ounce of fatal reactions. Satisfied with the presumed lack of them they decided now was the time.

“A pact.”

“What,” he gaped.

“My victory prize is a pact with you. It’s only fair,” they slyly looked at him, “I get control over you. That’s how things work, yes?”

They could see him sweating, possibly with confusion.

“So, you humans don’t play fair,” Leviathan tsked, “Fine, a pact. If it’ll make you leave me alone.”

They grinned in accomplishment at the binding power they achieved. Finally, they could get up the stairs and…

“Levi,” they needed to be friendly, “Care to lend me your TSL soundtrack vinyl? After that marathon I’m kind of into it.”

His face contorted.

“You…you’re not joking, right?”

“No,”-they shook their head.

A smile pulled itself upon his face as he frantically pulled them out and into the hall. His voice jumbling as he tried to explain his favorite tracks all in one go. He did not stop until they reached his room.

It was an odd combination: human and their almost killer. Yet, with the grace of the pact, MC considered their ease came from the small protection it offered. Not to say they didn’t see him as a lesser threat before the whole ordeal. They could almost shake their head at the logic and almost considered brain damage. It was the only reasonable explanation. 

They laughed when he gave them the vinyl with a promise to return it to him later. However, later seemed to be a while. 

Lucifer was definitely the final boss in the house. He was not easily swayed or easily bribed like his brothers. As much as he liked vinyls for whatever reason, they weren’t enough to persuade him into looking the other way. Least to say they weren’t too surprised when Lucifer denied their offer that night. He was the most guarded, especially when it came to the human he had to ensure didn’t die. 

Humans weren’t the best of creatures. He had learned that the hard way a long time ago. Alas, MC didn’t know this and dragged their feet back to their chambers. 

They chalked it up to him being wary of them after making pacts with Mammon and Leviathan. Solomon didn’t even manage that-whoever he was-they still were yet to meet the greatest sorcerer known to man. They’d only been allowed to message him without Lucifer knowing. It seemed he was the Joker to Lucifer’s Batman.

Their shoulders remained tense throughout the night. The refurbished room and replaced bed-their bed-didn’t bring any comfort. In memory of Beel’s attack or the impatience of those stairs. Humans are the cats of curiosity. More stray than domestic when lured with unknown imaginations.

Then, an opening presented itself by Breakfast in the shape of a six foot hungry Demon: Beelzebub.

His face taut and confused as he considered them silently. They really believed Death decided to take them but he didn’t move. Was he considering the seasoning he’d cover them in?

“Can I…Can I help you?”

They watched him from under the covers. This was a strange predicament as usually Mammon was at the door complaining about Beelzebub already eating. Did Mammon get strung up?

“Need your help,” Beelzebub agreed and turned around to leave.

“Hold on,” -they hurried after him, “Could I be let in on how I’m helping?”

“Not now,” Beelzebub responded carelessly, “Don’t want the others to know.”

He was going to eat them. They knew it all along so why was he nibbling on something while they walked toward…his room? 

“Beel, I know you can fucking see me! Dude-MC help me down,” Mammon’s voice chimed as they passed him.

“Uh,”-MC glanced at Beelzebub-”too short but I’ll definitely return.”

They shot him a thumbs-up at his distressed features. Sometimes, Mammon was too predictable and it showed with his brothers. Beelzebub remained unfazed and soldiered on till they reached his door.

“Don’t be too loud,” Beelzebub lightly advised. Well, attempted too.

“Is it a cat?” MC stage whispered to him.

He shook his head and nudged them into the room. They blinked as the door shut behind them and caught something looking through the drawers.

“We have a dog problem,” Beelzebub hinged.

“Dog problem,” the thing stopped moving.

Luke-the young Angel exchange student-was huffing about being called a dog in a Demon’s room. In Beelzebub’s room nonetheless. This was certainly a problem and now understood not getting the others involved.

“I can’t find why Simeon could even bother with you Demon’s. Dirty, disgusting, no good beings who only know-” Luke paused.

“Keep it down before Lucifer finds out,” Beelzebub clipped.

“Luke, why are you here?” MC tried to distract them.

They didn’t need a fight to break out in front of them. There was no way they could’ve stopped it anyways.

“It’s-It’s not important,” Luke spluttered, “I got kidnapped and shoved into this room by a Demon who wants to rip my wings off my back.” 

“If I wanted to, it would've already happened,” Beelzebub recalled.

“It’s important, Luke. We’re risking- Beelzebub and you- are risking getting into trouble with Lucifer. You need to go back to Simeon. We can say you came here to give me some schoolwork I forgot but got lost,” MC pondered.

They didn’t miss the stress gracing over Luke’s face for a moment. Apparently, Simeon and him got into some type of disagreement regarding Demon’s. More so about his behaviour being a risk to the program and safety. Demon’s might tolerate Angel’s but not necessarily respect them. They wondered if Simeon felt the same way, only less vocally attuned.

“Do Demons actually rip off Angel wings?” MC questioned from Belphie’s bed.

Ina surprise moment, Beelzebub decided to secure Luke in his chambers. It prevented them from getting in trouble and didn’t really bother him it seemed. The Avatar of Gluttony to always hold an empty cellar of a body, perhaps, even a mentality. He wasn’t overly aggressive unless prompted, didn’t insert himself into situations as his brothers, or actively seek out problems. More docile than Mammon yet a bigger threat than their pact-mates?

“We don’t. Most Demons don’t interact with Angels at all,” Beelzebub said through a mouthful.

“Some Demons are selling wings down here,” Luke squeaked out, “You can’t just believe them, MC.”

“Those more than likely came from the war,” Beelzebub solemnly started with a rough swallow.\

“The war?” MC tilted their head.

“The Celestial War,” was all he offered.

This was the first time they heard about any war. Especially one regarding Angel’s and more than likely Demons. Their brows furrowed as they thought about how gruesome it must’ve been before they heard Luke’s panicked mutterings about being right. 

Beelzebub had grabbed Luke’s bicep and pulled him towards a pristine closet opposite of the room. He dropped Luke into the closet with an order to stay put and be quiet before swinging around to look at MC.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Beelzebub asked.

Hurt themself. They internally questioned the strange display before the door slammed open. Ah, note to self Beelzebub has good hearing compared to Mammon. 

“I am fragile,” they lightly pressed on their ankles, “Are we late, Lucifer?”

“Mammon reported a strange noise in this room. Said he heard yapping?”

Mammon was going to find himself strung up again tonight. 

“Yeah, that was me. Mammon doesn’t like to hear me talk, sorry,” They lightly chuckled.

“Mammon wasn’t happy with us,” Beelzebub added.

Lucifer didn’t appear to buy their act and took it upon himself to search the room. 

“Hm, Mammon is a bit more envious than Leviathan, huh?”

Lucifer stopped at the end of Belphie’s bed with a pulled frown.

“My brothers may have” he forced out, “begun to take a liking to you, but, I don’t trust you. You humans cause enough problems and this” -he gestured between Beelzebub and them- “is harmless, correct?”

“Correct,” they immediately quipped, “I left something in here, Lucifer.”

They watched him tense as he scoured the room once more and fixed a glare onto Beelzebub. A silent warning passed between the brothers. He knew Luke was in the room but he didn’t know how he disappeared. Nothing ever gets past Lucifer especially when it's intentional. It seemed Lucifer took every rule break as an attack against himself or moreover Diavolo. At least, from the way Demon’s talk.

They waited until he left the room to turn to Beelzebub in exasperation. A shake of the head told them to wait before he turned sharply back to the closet. Luke was gone and no one knew how he seemed to magically disappear. Both of them knew he had to be in the closet and both of them peered into it with confusion. Until MC did what they did best and actually hurt themself. In an effort to stop hurting their back, they placed their elbow against the backboard and a hand onto the bottom shelf. They figured out how Luke disappeared when they almost fell forward with a choked gasp.

“Looks like Belphie got one last laugh,” Beelzebub mused with a hand gripping their forearm.

“Which means?”

“A spell.”

“So, what now? We can’t leave him down there,” MC stressed out before adding, “You know with Lucifer and all.”

“It’s not safe wherever he ends up.”

They blinked in surprise at his response as they were certain he didn’t care. That’s the reason they brought up Lucifer but these brothers were certainly strange. Strange for Demons. The cultist brochure didn’t prepare them for Demons who acted without gain.

“So, follow him?”

Beelzebub nodded at them and pulled them down the chute. They should’ve gotten dressed for this.

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – fifty-nine🔖

Reassurances did little for Satan to forgive his own blunders. You were at his side, attentive to the slightest changes of his expressions, intent on making him realise that he had not been at fault for what happened. The Purgatory Hall members did not comment on what they saw, and instead ushered everyone to their living room, asking for their preference of refreshments. Mammon seemed shaken by his brother’s outburst and was strangely quiet until Solomon sat next to him and enticed him to form a pact.

“An equivalent exchange for a moment of my time, don’t you think so?” The sorcerer smiled, any emotions or thoughts unreadable on his face. Mammon frowned, then looked at you as if he were betrayed; the sorcerer did not mention any catch on his agreements last night, attributing his generosity to drunkenness. You should have known better to believe him.

“Oh, you couldn’t take a joke, Avatar of Greed~ At least I tried~”

“Didn’t sound like a joke to me.”

You mouthed a sorry to Mammon, hearing him shout something about notebooks before your attention returned to Satan. Perhaps due to his outburst earlier, everyone’s eyes were focused on him, notes on their hand along with looks of expectation���no one was willing to speak first even if they wanted the study session to start. Lucifer’s warning was received in varying degrees: from indifference to outright opposition. You even heard Asmo say something about how unfair their firstborn was, expecting everyone to study together when he couldn’t even go. Then, you turned your attention to someone across from you.

“Simeon says he has an ice pack, Levi.” You tested. You weren’t sure if you were forgiven yet. He had defended you and seemed worried about you last night, but you would honestly do the same for him if you had ever switched roles. Just because you are fighting doesn’t mean that you stopped being friends. Thankfully, he did not ignore you this time, and instead let out a soft hm, as he stood up. No words, but there was acknowledgement at least.

Sigh.

Now…how do you deal with this situation?

The air was too thick and awkward. Satan was spent. Was it a good idea to continue today’s group study? But everyone didn’t seem to have any intentions of leaving either. You waited and waited, the sound of quill pens hitting paper almost deafening. They might as well just study alone!

“What the—how am I supposeta understand this? Yer handwriting’s chicken scratch!”

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Well. At least Mammon and Solomon were having a more productive time. You squeezed Satan’s hand from under the table, catching him off guard. “Something the matter?” His eyebrows were knotted and he looked so solemn while reading paragraphs of human realm info dump.

“So, got any ideas on how to start?”

His tense expression relaxed. “You were worried.”

“Of course.”

“Not scared?”

You blinked at him. “Scared?”

He leaned his head to your side, unbothered by the public display of affection. For an unlabelled relationship, he never gave you the time to doubt his sincerity towards you. “You were the last person I ever…” He paused, making circular motions on your palm. “I didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

You booped his nose and laughed, causing him to pout. “I would have avoided you if I were.”

Simeon and Luke’s arrival did wonders on the large study table. The food caused Beelzebub to perk up, and Belphie was happily admiring the pretty “galaxy drink” (fully awake) that Luke had concocted for the refreshments. Asmo was making knowing glances at yours and Satan’s side, causing you to straighten yourself up from your seat and making your not-yet-demon boyfriend laugh at your delayed reaction.  Levi also came back, nursing his black eye with an ice bag, wincing at the pain. Mammon and Solomon were still arguing, making you turn over to them in curiosity.

“What do you mean ya have no notes? Smart people always have notes!”

“Smart people don’t need notes~”

“And smart people can write!”

“Something wrong?” You decided to look over to see what’s going on in their table while everyone was having a snack break.

“Oi, human! This guy’s a total hack!” He pointed at Solomon, who only smiled vaguely at you. “He ain’t no wise King! Can’t even write a darn proper sentence!”

You noticed Solomon’s bandaged hand… “You’re injured.”

“Oh, it’s nothing life threatening. It’ll heal right away.”

…then turned to Mammon who immediately shook his head and sputtered out a multitude of denials. “I-I didn’t do nothin’! His hand’s been broken since we got here!”

“It’s true.” He confirmed, looking over at you with a nod. “I had a tussle with a sorcerer last night.”

“At the mage party?”

“Mhm.”

“With the hot mages?”

“Mhm.”

“While you’re really drunk?”

He tilted his head and snorted a laugh. “I’m still seeing stars right now.”

You sometimes forget that this man was also human like you. After throwing up and drinking a recovery potion, Asmo had been fine—back to his affectionate and cheerful self. Solomon was different. Being a powerful mage didn’t equate to being invulnerable.

“Are you okay? Did I make things difficult for you?”

You saw his eyes widen, as if having someone worry about him was something rare or even impossible to happen. You haven’t seen this expression on his face before—was it timidity? It felt…fragile. He almost looked like a child.

“Difficult?” He parroted. “It’s just a broken hand. Inconvenient, yes. But this doesn’t concern you.”

Any semblance of that fragile child you have seen in him for a fraction of a second disappeared completely, replaced by his usual, whimsical expressions. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way, of course. I appreciate your concern.” He looked over at the other table and said,

“But isn’t Satan starting his tutoring sessions over there already?”

…before going back to teaching Mammon about magic spells.

It almost felt like he was pushing you away, but you thought the idea too ridiculous and dismissed it. He had always been like that.

You sat back on your seat and listened to Satan’s crash course on seductive speechcraft. It was certainly a lot more concise and interesting than Lucifer’s complex reviewers—okay, interesting was an understatement. He hadn’t even started with his seductions yet and you were already seduced.

“Focus on the lesson, please.” He playfully bonked your head with Lucifer’s rolled up reviewers. “Or do you want to get detention?”

“But this is a study group.”

“Oh, I am not shy with inflicting punishments myself. Especially to wayward students.” Or so he says feigning annoyance, but when everyone else wasn’t looking, he had the audacity to kiss your cheek and say, “Feeling feverish? It is the rainy season.” You caught Levi rolling his eyes on your peripheral, probably thinking of something along the lines of stupid normies.

So much for stealth, Avatar of Wrath.

There were many more instances, like a squeeze on your hand below the table, or an endearingly cheesy poetry thinly masked as a love confession on Literature 63: Classics All Over Three Realms. There was a hilarious recount of Emison Beckstein’s novel, but instead of the usual characters, everyone else turned into various breeds of cats to keep the lecture interesting. Simeon ate up the whole DevilPoint presentation, clapping his hands and even crying a bit at how well-thought out it was. It was almost strange to see Luke being the more muted one in their angelic duo. Belphie was strangely active once it was time for Astronomy 18, answering Satan’s questions at lightning speed that it was almost impossible to butt in.

“You’ve read your reference books. I’m impressed.” Satan said smiling.

“I haven’t touched a book willingly for at least 600 years.”  Belphie drawled out, unsmiling.

Meanwhile on the other table, you heard Mammon groan in frustration as he got the answer wrong for the nth time.

“Whaddya mean it goes like this and that? It doesn’t make a lick of sense!”

“Oh? But it’s so simple!” Solomon then began to explain the answer in words you can barely comprehend. You looked at the sorcerer, then at Belphegor and concluded: geniuses are scary.

Your eyes chose to settle back onto Satan, finding his intelligence not as inhuman (irony at its finest) nor as unattainable as the two abnormals. “I like your brain the best,” you didn’t realise you said that out loud, making Satan burst into laughter.

“I would prefer it if you would like me enough to pay attention. Or is my body part your only reason to like me?”

You threw a french fry at Asmo when he suddenly waggled his eyebrows. “Luke is listening, so get your head out of the gutter!” Your action prompted everyone else to do the same, throwing and shoving food into the former Jewel of Heaven’s mouth, a complete caricature of what he once was.

“Listen to what?” Luke blinked, looking up from his notes. Simeon gracefully evaded the smaller angel’s questioning with a random fact about stars. Beel didn’t really understand what was going on, but seeing as his brothers had chimed in, he shoved a few more French fries at the distraught Asmo’s mouth, an outcry letting out of his poor victim’s mouth (something about empty calories yet he swallowed every single piece anyway).

“Sataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, they’re being so mean~!” He said Satan but embraced another(read:you), squeezing himself in between the two of you and smooshing both of your cheeks.

“You smell like booze, Asmo.”

“Oh, darling! Why must you hurt me so? :( ~”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, stroking his head in comfort. “You’re fine, Asmo. You’ll get past this. You always do.”

Satan’s smile was deathly cold. While he insisted that it was fine for Asmo to sit in between both of you, you knew better. He’s probably going to ask to be spoiled later. The thought alone was something to look forward to, and made the gruelling endeavour of studying for the sake of not getting into trouble with Lucifer a little less tedious. And the troublemaker who dragged everyone into the mess in the first place seemed to be trying his best as well, at least according to Solomon who remarked (rather impressed) about Mammon’s astounding mathematical abilities once the session for the day concluded.

Once Satan got the hang of pacing his lessons, everyone observed a drastic improvement on their mock test scores. Levi a.k.a on-the-verge-of-getting-the-rope-for-his-numerous-attempts-to-skive-athan (who you have long reconciled with after a teary marathon of Ghibli films with Beel and Belphie), almost received his second black eye when he unconsciously reached in for a kiss from his unamused younger brother. Satan was crushed into a hug by a grateful Beel anyway, whose sincere thank you, had been more well-received compared to Leviathan’s smooches (causing the third-born to sulk). The said incident had been implored to never be mentioned by both parties ever again.  

Of course, due to your busy days working as the exchange student representative (as well as Satan’s duties as student council treasurer), your vague relationship remained a status quo. You’re definitely NOT “just friends”. No platonic friends would ever kiss each other as much as both of you do. It couldn’t be brushed off as something out of friendly affection either, as you recalled every affection you shared under the sheets as anything but friendly. You almost got in trouble for your public displays of affection a few times when Lucifer had time to attend the study sessions. Almost as if Satan wished to be caught—he was usually better with being discreet at the times when Lucifer wasn’t around. When you ask him this, you never get an answer though, so you attributed his silence as affirmations.

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“What are we sneaking around for?” You asked him, genuinely confused as he led you to Lucifer’s garden. He’s entering this place…willingly? Is this really Satan? He laughed when he mimicked your thoughts, much like J*seph Joestar’s running gag in Part 2—only, this was mother effing Satan; he was no ridiculously buff anime character but a respectable member of the illustrious Seven Princes of Hell™.  He immediately denied your sensible (ha!) claims of him taking interest in your Chinese cartoons, and instead refocused your attention to a small patch of land he told you to enter.

“Lucifer doesn’t know about this spot.”

“In his own garden?”

His close-eyed smile had been lovely. “He’s been too busy to know. Anyway, I have something to show you.” He urged you to enter the small hole of trimmed grass hidden by Lord Diavolo’s statue—an enchantment, you’ve begun to know as he had undone numerous barriers protecting a space that appeared a lot bigger than the Alice in Wonderland-esque “door”.

“Your room?”

He moaned out in approval from afar, obscured by a stack of tomes on his table. It did seem like he was trying to retrieve something from his balcony. “I installed this portal just recently. Makes the trip to Purgatory Hall more convenient.” After the incident with the broken blackboard, you had been holding the studying sessions in Purgatory Hall instead. The atmosphere there had been too familiar to really consider on changing locations, and Simeon and the others did not seem to mind. “Actually, can you come here instead? It’s pretty dark in there.”

Dark? Well of course. Devildom is in eternal darkness. But you held your urge to banter.

You were surprised to see light in a small corner of Satan’s balcony—an artificial sun, albeit small, illuminating a familiar flower on a plastic pot.

“That’s…”

Satan smiled sheepishly as he urged you to scoot over to him. “Mhm. I did say I’ll give you another gift.”

“This…this is too much!” Growing a carnation? In such a harsh environment? “Isn’t it hard to…make it survive here?” Your question was answered by a quick peck on your lips. His beautiful emerald eyes narrowed at you, lips curving up into a smile that made your heart skip a beat. How much does he love you to do this?

“I didn’t do this to make you cry, kitten.” A nickname he only approved of if you were the one it addresses to. He wiped your tears with his fingers, kissing the corner of your eyes. “Look closely. Such a lovely little thing, trying their best to live their life in an unfamiliar environment. Doesn’t it remind you of someone?”

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“UuuuuuUUuuuuuuU!!!!”

“Hey—! What did I just sa—!”

You tackled him to the ground, smothering him with your hugs and kisses. “I loveuuuu Sachaaaan—” You sniffled, soothed by the gentle strokes he made on your back. Despite his protests, he continued holding you anyway, offering loving words you knew he meant from the bottom of his heart.

“I love you too. More than anything in this world.” You wondered what number that kiss was in your ever growing kisses with him; how does he see you in those alluring green eyes of his? Was his heart also beating out of his chest?

“I don’t want to leave…” you couldn’t help but say, which he replied with a forehead kiss to signify his agreement as he sat you on his lap, back leaning on the wall.

“Then don’t.”

“Sataaaaaan.”

“It’s only a suggestion.” He laughs. “A tempting one, isn’t it?”

You finally stopped crying. Only an evidence of it was left on your tear-stained face. “What will happen to us?

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…sorry, that question is unfair.”

“We’ll…”

“Think of something?” You finished his sentence for him, causing him to laugh quietly at your side. “Once Mammon passes his exams—oh, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do anything this time.”

“Huh.”

“Well, Solomon is going out of his way to help despite his injury. And…” He hesitated, yet spoke out his thoughts anyway. He didn’t want any secrets, and you felt the same. “...it seems like Lucifer did not approve of such arrangements.”

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Why so?”

“It’s just suppositions but, Solomon might be involved in whatever Lucifer is busy with.”

You suddenly felt very guilty. “Doesn’t that mean that I did something really bad?” Did you intrude upon his already busy life?

“Well, he was the one who accepted.” Satan, however, reassured you.

“Still…”

“I did say it was a supposition. I might be wrong.”

You hoped so. You couldn’t really know. In fact, you didn’t know much about the sorcerer at all.

“Speaking of suppositions…” ah. He’s pouting again. “You mentioned about a love letter. A secret admirer…”

“Someone I NEVER knew and never made himself known.” You emphasised, kissing the creases on his brows away. “Satan, I haven’t thought about him until you brought him up.”

“Which means his letter is still out there—in your room, rotting away in its leafy carcass.”

“Paper. It’s paper. Say it like how everyone does.”

He made a tch sound, making you promise to retrieve it and have it read once he’s finished with his tutoring.

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What you didn’t expect was his impromptu proofreading when you handed it out to him. You never really managed to finish reading it—pages and pages of flowery words and lovelorn promises. Your heart skipped a beat with several of its passages, and were surprised by how…this enigma seemed to know you despite not knowing him at all.

“Clearly this is a stalker.”

And so, your romantic fantasies were thereby thwarted by your cynical demon, You saw him roll his eyes as he begrudgingly admitted the author’s skill with his word weaving, amazed by his vocabulary and prose. “Carnations too. Had he seen my gift and imitated me?”

“It must be a coincidence.”

That, he readily admitted to be the likely possibility. He hated how you made sense; gives him less reasons to ask to be comforted (read: spoiled) by you. “He could be dangerous.” And so, he turned to Freud and his idea of rationalisation. He wished it could have been projection—reaction formation if you wanted him to be more civilised; he can make compromises. Any excuse to inflict harm on the said man, really.

“If he was, then I never found myself to be in one. Much more when you’re there protecting me.”

“I do all the work for him, do I not?” You chuckled and kissed his still pouting lips.

“If you hate it so much, you can throw it away.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, considering the thought. “Or, I can one-up my competition and write a better letter. Letters. I can write one every day starting now.”

Your eyes widened, remembering the embarrassing bouquet he gave you. Oh. Oh. No! You weren’t having that again!

“No more grand displays, sir! I object!”

“No more? I haven’t even started yet.”

You shook your head repeatedly, complaining to him about the aftermath of his previous one. You couldn’t believe the utter audacity of his words.

“You call that a grand display? You have some low standards, kitten. I am inclined to change it.”

“No!”

He caged you in his arms this time, forcing you to meet his eyes. Darn it. Why was he so handsome?

“What would I do to make you say yes?”

Any embarrassment was thrown aside; replaced by evil, evil thoughts. You smirked.

“I want you to be my boyfriend. For real. No secret relationships. Full-blown, embarrassing declarations of love by the school grounds.”

“Deal.”

“Ha! I knew—Wait what?!”

He only answered with a smirk on his annoyingly attractive face, making you realise the answer for yourself.

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Well fuck. You just got played. The letter? Good as gone. Burnt, burnt, burnt to ashes, too eager for its own end to await for the vermilion bonfire on the school grounds to claim it.

Instead, it had been you who was being threatened to be consumed. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to be pressured into this. Everything had gone according to his plan—he really is a show-off! And you thought he was the “normal” one in their family!

Oh shit.

Exams were coming up after the festival.

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You’re going to get looks while taking your exams, won’t you? You definitely will!

Try as you will to make it known to him that you were not pleased with your agreements, he only laughed at you, planting kisses on your face. When you asked him if he was treating you like how he treats catty (pun intended) felines, he did not answer; but all it took was a glance at his impish lips to know (internally) he said yes.

💌💌💌

You couldn’t concentrate. Not with knowing what will happen on the festival dance. Not with that big ass bonfire standing there, reminding you of your stupidity. Not with your almost-boyfriend reminding you of how excited he was to dance with you tonight! It was a miracle you were able to carry out your final duties as a festival organiser without letting so much as a stumble out from the many opportunities where you could have screwed everything up for everyone—at least your body had the decency to not do that. You wish you could say the same for Satan. Oh, you loved him so much but sometimes, he can be so…so infuriating. What was more infuriating was that he knows deep down, that you were looking forward for this too.

Was his grand gestures as grand (read: embarrassing) as you anticipated? Immensely grand. Immensely showy. Immensely devilish and so very him. You were blindfolded on your way, a smiling Asmo surprisingly cooperative and tight-lipped when you asked him questions about his contributions to his brother’s grand grand schemes.

You only heard a muted orchestra in the background as you neared your destination. Asmo didn’t let you go, and instead led you up a small flight of stairs—one, two, three…five steps. This must be the makeshift stage near the bonfire where Lord Diavolo would be sitting for the rest of the event. You could hear his voice now, a cheerful baritone that hinted of his own cooperation (and perhaps outright enthusiasm) when he greeted you, marvelling at the unique charms of human world school festivals where he took his most recent project’s inspiration from.

“You can open your eyes now, sweetie.” Asmo whispered on your ear as you felt a bright light on you, eyes squinting at its sheer intensity. A spotlight? But before you could ask anything, Satan’s voice boomed in the speakers. Your still squinting eyes, adjusting to the light searched for its source but only saw the fascinated crowd below you.

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“You asked for grand gestures and I delivered,” You didn’t! Not unironically! But your protests were deafened by the noise around you. Clamours and cheers, your name mixed in the cacophony of sounds shouted by voices familiar and dear to you. You saw some of them in the crowd, but your favourite blond was not among them. You strained your ears and listened to his voice once more.

“A famous human playwright named Shakespeare once said that the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. I didn’t give much thought to his words, thinking it meant something shallow or too humanly inclined for me to understand, but…” he called your name, a sweet and gentle tone permeating his love for you.

“But now, dearest? I feel like I do.”

His words were like a trigger, muting the voices from below—they formed groups around the bonfire, partner after partner, hand in hand, dancing to the beat of human realm music in harmonious cadence.

“My lovely thief, may I steal you away tonight? For the rest of your life?

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Save the last dance for me, won’t you?”

Wait. Isn’t that—

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“Howl’s Moving Castle?”

Anime music? In a school festival? This must be Levi’s doing!

“Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to dance?”

“Levi?” Speak of the demon!

“No, Sophie—of course it’s me! Geez. How did I get dragged into this….”

His black eye was still there, but it was healing. Blushing to the tip of his ears, he fumbled as he searched for your hands and clumsily held them as he led you down the stage.

“M-Moses!”

“Not a name I thought I would hear in Devildom, but I see your point.”

Your point exactly? Exactly as you might be thinking right now. The crowd parted to make way for you, until Levi settled you in an empty spot and shakily threaded your fingers. “J-just so you know, Satan forced me into this! I have an event to grind, y’know! You should be grateful!”

“I am. Thank you, bestie~”

You heard him scoff, yet he took the lead effortlessly anyway, matching the strides of the other dancers around you. “You only call me that to tease me.”

“You know it’s out of friendly affection.”

“Yet you dodged and got me this black eye—“

“What, you want us to get it together?” He snorted, his amber eyes narrowing as he caught you after you dipped. “You better make it up to me soon. I’ve listed so many of your felonies and they’re only increasing as we speak.”

“Oh?” You glanced at him sideways and prepared to spin. “What are friends for?”

Dancing with Levi had been lovely. It was easy to talk to him, especially after how you’ve already made up.

“Hey,” he called to you, sounding hesitant.

“Yeah?”

With bitten lips, the words he caught in his throat collected, and with a sigh to lessen its impact—its filter, he finally spoke. “Are you happy?”

That made you think and look back at your memories in Devildom. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows of course, and you would argue that there might even be hostility there at both parties especially your first encounters with them. But now?...

“I couldn’t be any happier!” You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I came here! I’m so glad I met all of you!”

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“I’m glad.” Somehow, the way he smiled back at you felt faraway. “I’m going to lose a best friend when you’re gone.”

…until he voiced out his thoughts and you finally understood. He was so silly, wasn’t he?

As his turn came to an end, and with it, seeing Beel approaching, you kissed his cheek and answered,

“No one can ever take your place, Levi. You will always be my best friend too!”

You might have imagined it, but it looked like Levi was about to cry when you left.

💌💌💌

“Congrats.” Greeted Beel as he linked your arms together.

“…Satan bribed you, didn’t he?”

Beel pondered for a bit as he spun you, catching your back with his palm and threading your fingers once you repositioned. “He cooks really well. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! You’re right though. You should ask him to make as much meals as you want to take advantage of the situation.” Now, Beelzebub might be the demon amongst both of you (at least biologically speaking), but you were far, far more devilish and equally vengeful. “Do you want recommendations? I know some exquisite human realm cuisine you could ask him to make for you!”

The way Beel’s mouth watered as he asked you to make good of your promise after the festival affirmed that you have successfully turned the tides against your almost-boyfriend. Wordlessly, he guided you to your next partner, a rather sleepy looking Belphegor who was trying his best to keep himself awake.

“Just a little more, Belphie!” You encouraged him, taking the lead for him instead.

“Sleep…”

You laughed and shook your head as you tried your best to keep him awake.

You got to hand it to Levi for choosing good anime music. To an unsuspecting normie, it sounded like it belonged to a ballroom. In fact, it was wayyyy too effective as Belphie complained about it sounding too much like a lullaby. “Ah…congrats by the way.”

“Thanks..

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Belphie, your face is too close—“ Ah, he’s almost going to pass out! You snapped a finger in front of him and he repositioned.

“…aren’t you going to say something to me?”

You blinked your eyes and tilted your head. “No?” And you saw Belphie frown as you answered. Almost melancholy. He shook his head.

“Nevermind. What’s important is you’re here, and you’re happy.”

Try as you should to understand what he meant, you could not. Not even once he led you to Barbatos, your next partner.

“Congratulations.” He offered his heartfelt felicitations, and you couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment.

“Why did Lord Diavolo agree to such a…grand (you hated that word now) scheme?”

Barbatos hummed, filled with his usual grace and composure. “Milord is generous and wise. And you,” He halted his words for a short while to hold you by the waist. “You are more than a student to this school. You’re family to those brothers, so family you shall be treated.”

That answer was very him, you supposed--showing not a hint of his emotions or inner thoughts. His dedication to his work was impressive.

“Shall we?” He offered his gloved hand to you as his turn ended. And when you accepted, you were treated to a small, yet rare smile from him. Simeon awaited you on your next turn, a serene smile on his lips as well that you felt obliged to return (albeit more awkwardly).

“Congratulations!”

Bright. Bright! Too powerful!

“You have provided me such excellent material for TSL’s next volume. Thank you, kindly~!” Were you just imagining it, or was he teasing you right now? The way he led you was flawless, feeling his grace down to his fingertips.

“Are you really going to use Satan’s cheesy grand gestures in your next volume?” You blinked your eyes, suddenly reminded of the fact that you’re friends with a very successful author. The fact that you’re not starstruck right now was almost unimaginable.

“The Lord of Masks and his unexpectedly romantic side is very very tempting to explore.” He reasoned, holding you by the shoulder. “The current arc needs a bit more light-hearted scenes, methinks.”

Thankfully, you were able to talk him out of doing it before he surrendered you to Mammon.

“Grats…” He was frowning when he intertwined your hands with his, an exasperated sigh as he begrudgingly took the lead. “Your boyfriend’s scary, y’know? I almost didn’t make it out alive!”

“Make what of?” You asked, curious. “Did something happen, Mammon?”

“!!!”

When he didn’t talk, you repeated your question.

“Gah! Don’t look at me with those, googly human eyes of yours!”

“What. Did. He. Do?”

When he didn’t answer you again, you threatened to step on his foot (empty threats, but it was worth a try) so he finally relented (emphasis on the finally). “I might have…tried…to steal the flower on the pot. I’msorryIcan’thelpit!”

He was shocked to hear you laugh instead of being angry with him. Smiling, you shook your head.

“It wasn’t stolen if you’re caught, right?”

Mammon’s confused look was rather adorable.

“…hey, human?”

“Hey, Mammon.” You parroted.

He chuckled and spun you around. “You’re weird.”

He only laughed at you once more when you agreed.

💌💌💌

“Darling~!! It’s our turn now!”

You giggled and accepted his hand. “Hello, Asmo! It’s nice to see you again!”

His playful way of leading you washed the fatigue off of you. It was exhausting to switch partners every one or two spins and dips. And you were happy that Asmo noticed. “Sooooo, how are you enjoying your day?”

“Unsurprised, but still embarrassed. Probably a little hurt you kept this from me.”

Asmo feigned concern, catching your larky tone. “I’m soooo sorry, darling! But Satan insisted! And, you’re happy he did this deep down, aren’t you? Don’t try lying to me now! Love and lust are connected, however blurred~”

“Tch.”

“Fufu~ See, see! I was right!♡” Sometimes, you hated how right he was. And pretty. What’s worse is that he knows it.

“You’re terrifyingly perceptive.” Asmo hummed in agreement as he supported your back to dip.

“Of course!~ I’m amazing, aren’t I? Praise me more!”

“You’re amazing, Asmo~”

“Oh, darling, I love you!!!”

You laughed as you accepted his hug, a fish out of water compared to the synchronised movements around you.

“I love you too, Asmo.”

The artificial sunset reminded you of the real ones in the human world. The large bonfire at the centre of the school grounds continued to flicker as the music played, and Mephisto's voice echoed in the speakers, cueing everyone to switch partners. Satan was dancing with a succubus, being an excellent escort, and you couldn't help the bubble of pride in your chest as he reassured his nervous partner who stepped on his foot a few several times. Isn’t my boyfriend amazing? You couldn’t help but think, a voice from inside you asking several questions back: Why weren't you jealous? Because you didn't have any reason to be. You felt safe. Secure in his company. You knew he would never hurt you, not on purpose. You trusted him. You loved him.

"He's good at dancing, isn't he?"

Your eyes focused back at your own partner, laughing at his awkward way of holding your hand.

"I don't have a deadly disease, Solomon." You joked, threading your fingers together and feeling the heat of his hand. He pulled away instinctively, eyes looking elsewhere. Oh darn. You keep on forgetting he's injured.

"Did I hurt you?"

His silence was jarring, but not as jarring as the look of shock in his eyes.

“Does it hurt that much?” Your racked your brain over that healing spell you learned in class. It was Latin something. Or was it Gaelic? Oh shit. You were bad at rune magic—

“Never. Not at all.” Ah, he’s back. You couldn’t help but think, focusing on the bags under his eyes, his usual yet somewhat tired smile. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

You thought you imagined it at first: a surprising, fragile side to him. Maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was something else. But he was back, and he was squeezing your hand and it hurt. You felt that weird vulnerability again when he apologised to you, before promptly disappearing when he teased you about your sweaty palms, never to return.

“You’re not going to heal it?” You asked, pertaining to his broken hand. “Not before finals?” He has more than enough magical capacity to do so. As if reading your thoughts, he flippantly replied.

“Mammon’s reactions are amusing.”

“I knew you had an ulterior motive!”

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander back to Satan—smiling and having fun. You were relieved to see him enjoying himself, but he was so far away all the same. You could see however, your next partner. Amongst the crowd was the ever elegant Lucifer, leading a demoness who seemed to be enjoying his company.

“…thank you.”

But before you could reply back to him, the sorcerer had already given you to your next partner (Lucifer), making an exaggerated curtsy as he left.

“We finally meet. Shall we?” Lucifer offered his gloved hand and you accepted with a smile. Satan was closer now, almost a turn away, and you caught yourself stealing glances at him as much as he was. You saw him mouth, Lucifer’s glaring at you with a laugh, and you fearfully turned back to the firstborn, and confirmed that yes. He was glaring, and yes. You have missed a spin.

“I was against Satan’s ridiculous gambades. In fact, I find that my negligence caused a lot of discomforts.”

Gulp.

“If this is about Solomon—I,”

His eyes widened at your Freudian slip, holding you in a cuddle dip. You felt him sigh from the nape of your neck, the hoarseness in his voice, you attributed to fatigue. “So you knew.”

You didn’t want to face him. This was supposed to be a light-hearted dance, so why does it feel like you’re being grilled?

“You should have consulted me first, then again…you do not know the underlying reasons of my anger, do you?”

By the time you had to switch back to your original position, you felt yourself creasing your brows. “I don’t. Won’t you tell me?”

He didn’t answer, satisfying your curiosity with thoughtful silence.

“…I’m sorry for keeping things from you.”

You tilted your head, not really knowing what he meant. “Things?”

“You’ll know soon enough. Speaking of…”

A spin. A turn, and he continued. “Come to Barbatos’ Estate after this. You can bring Satan or any other of my brothers whom you trust. Of course, you can also go alone.”

That was…really strange. It certainly snapped you out of that fairytale-like feeling you’re having.

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“…hello, gorgeous.”

…Only for it to come back at full strength once your weary heart finally found its match.

“If I become the centre of gossip after this, you have to take responsibility.” You pouted as you accepted his hand, threading your fingers together as you moved to the music.

“I only listened to your suggestions.” His close-eyed smile widened as you missed his foot. You hissed at him and it only earned you a sneaky kiss at the back of your hand as you made a turn.

“So, my dearest; on a scale of flawless to perfect, how do I fare as a boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Your first day on the job and you’re already up there, aren’t you?”

“The highs of a love realised.” He bantered.  “A luxury a few can afford.”

You missed his foot again and frowned. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.”

When did the music stop playing? When did everyone disperse? The bonfire illuminated only he and you, casting shadows on vermilion. His forehead touched yours, looking down to meet your eyes. There was a smile there, not his usual ones—almost warm. “After this and it’s almost over.”

“Oh…”

He kissed your forehead to silence the dark thoughts looming inside there, squeezing your hand to know he wasn’t going away. Not ever.

“My heart will always be with you.” He called your name. “You are just a teleport away anyway. And we can call each other every day.”

“But what if I want to kiss you?”

He kissed you just then, feather soft before pulling away. “Would you like to make a deposit? For a rainy day, of course.”

You blushed, stunned at the sudden gesture. “I’ll use it all in one go,”

A kiss again, this time longer than the other. You stopped moving already and it took you a while to notice. You were too drunk on the moment to notice anything else, in fact.

“Wouldn’t that be a problem? I’m almost tempted to keep you here.”

“Don’t say that…” you bit your lip. “And I’m almost tempted to stay.”

You hated the thought of being away from him. Most especially now that…you had something. A label. An officiation of sorts—validating your feelings for each other.

“Won’t you trust me?”

He said to you, four simple words that you couldn’t help but simmer over as your happy yet fleeting days with him are almost coming to an end.

Lucifer

Have you made your decision?

And then there’s that—a thought you had set aside in favour of not letting your wonderful day to be spoiled. However you wish to evade responsibility however, you could not. You asked Satan’s words back at you again:

Do you trust him?

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୨୧ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Mammon would do anything (MC) asks of him, even when it ends up with the two of them as in cosplay while his brothers poke fun at them.

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“Come on, don’t be so stubborn! Just try it on.” (MC) sighed a bit, clutching the homemade costume that she made specifically for Mammon.  It took a few weeks for her to perfect it, often having Mammon come over to her room as she took measurements to tailor the suit to fit his physique. But, now that it was finished, Mammon didn’t want it. And after she worked so hard on it! The audacity of this demon she had fallen for! “Mammon, you have to wear it. It’s the counterpart to my cosplay.” 

“Yeah, but I’ll look so dorky. Besides, I’m not even into that anime stuff like Levi.” As much as Mammon refused her gift, she could see the tints of red on the tips of his ears and how his face turned a light shade of pink. Maybe he was trying to keep up his tough-guy act and just need a bit more push. (MC) puffed out her cheeks. 

“But I made this suit specifically for you. Also, you’re a model! You’ll look good in anything.” (MC) smirked quite victoriously when she saw the second eldest begin to stutter and flail around. Ok, her advances were working. I just need a bit more, and he’ll comply. 

“O-Of course the Great Mammon looks good in anything. Ya don’t need ta make me wear a suit ta prove it. But I can’t believe ya made somethin’ only for me.” The last bit was muttered underneath his breath, trying to make sure (MC) wouldn’t hear it but to no avail. Nothing could escape her prying ears. She saw a bit of hesitance, knowing that he appreciated the fact that she made him something. A handmade gift was exactly the thing that would make Mammon instantly melt and go soft. I mean, it showed that someone truly did appreciate him. Plus, (MC) was the one that made it for him. Him!! She could’ve chosen any other brother, but she specifically decided on him. It made Mammon’s heart skip a beat, and a soft smile graced his lips.

“Mammon, please.” It was time to pull out the puppy dog eyes, the ultimate weapon against him. Having to live with Mammon for months, (MC) practically knew every one of his weaknesses. She knew that Mammon craved her attention. He was greedy for it, more so than money it seemed at times, and (MC) would happily give it to him. She knew how harsh his brothers could be on him, and (MC) wanted to make sure that Mammon felt loved. However, this also could be used to her advantage. Since Mammon was greedy for her attention, he also got a bit jealous if she acted the same towards anyone else. So if (MC) begged him enough, Mammon would eventually give in. It was the perfect plan, although it made her feel a bit guilty that she was playing with his feelings. “Everyone will think that we’re a couple, and we’ll have so much fun! But if you really don’t want to, I can just ask Levi.” She pushed out her outer lip to form a pout and played a bit with her hands. It gave a cutesy act, one that reminded her of those shy anime girls that were nervous to confess to their crush. But she also knew that Mammon was weak for anything that made her seem cute, so it was a win in her book. 

His ears immediately perked up, and Mammon’s face was practically red by this time. Ah, she did look utterly adorable when she was pouting like that, especially in her cosplay. (MC) smirked underneath her breath, going unnoticed by Mammon. She had scored the goal. He was for sure to accept it now. 

“S-Since you’re practically begging me, sure. I am the Great Mammon after all, and it is my job to look after ya.” He coughed and covered his mouth with his hand, averting his eyes in an attempt to hide the furious blush that would not go away anytime soon. Mammon had desperately wanted to confess to (MC) but backed away each time he tried. Now here lay a chance for him to look like he was in a relationship with (MC), right in front of his eyes pleading for him to take the opportunity. Of course he would say yes! Anything to get closer with (MC). Maybe they could even hold hands, and if he was lucky, he could kiss her cheek. Ah, just the thought of doing couple things with (MC) made him go so soft. 

“Great! Here, change into this, and I’ll go grab the accessories.” (MC) was practically jumping up and down, unable to withhold her excitement. She had planned this for weeks, and her fantasy was finally going to become a reality. Rather than doing it for fun, it would be the perfect chance to indirectly tell Mammon that she liked him and hoped for a more intimate relationship.  

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“What are the two of you wearing?” Satan was the first one to come across their couple cosplay as he sat in the living room, deep into a mystery novel that had caught his attention a few days prior. Normally, he would’ve ignored their presence, but it was rather difficult to do that when (MC) and Mammon were dressed rather flashy. 

“It’s a cosplay,” (MC) explained, intertwining her fingers with Mammon who blushed and looked away. 

“And what exactly are you dressed up as?” Although he didn’t want to admit it, Satan appreciated the immaculate detail (MC) had put into the designs. He could see the amount of time and effort she had poured into the costumes and loved how they turned out. They were rather cute, although he wasn’t into fashion, unlike Asmodeus. 

“Can’t you tell? It’s a rather popular franchise you know. I’m sure Levi probably discussed it some time. Anyway, this was one of my favorite childhood shows and-” Mammon remained quiet, letting (MC) do all the talking. It’s not like he knew anything about the show either, but if (MC) wanted to dress up with him, then so be it. He’ll endure all the comments and teases from his brothers if it meant that (MC) would be happy. Hell, he would even climb to the top of the Devildom and back if it meant he could see (MC) smile at him. He truly was a lovestruck fool for (MC). 

(MC) wore a typical sailor outfit that seems to be a popular high school fit for anime girls, with the addition of a red ribbon both on the chest area and the lower back of the outfit. Her blue skirt, with all the detailed ruffles that she herself made, was a tad bit too short, and if she wasn’t careful, she could accidentally flash the brothers. It was a careless error she had made when measuring the cloth, but it was too late to turn back. Sporting the sailor fit, she wore knee-high boots and put her hair up in two side ponytails, the tips being rolled up into buns. Her gold earrings were in the shape of crescents, and various moon accents were scattered throughout. 

Mammon, on the other hand, wore a simple black tuxedo with black pants and a cape to go along with it. He wasn’t particularly fond of the top hat or white mask, but (MC) insisted that it was needed to look the part, along with a red rose that he held in his free hand. 

“You see, we’re dressed up as-”

“Sailor Moon,” Leviathan cut in, finishing her sentence. He was the second brother to view the two and took a quick picture to post on Devilgram with some silly caption to poke fun at the both of them. He had walked in midway into her explanation, with headphones on and eyes widening ever so slightly when he saw their cosplay. (MC) stuck her tongue out at Leviathan, a bit mad at him for stealing her thunder. “And Mammon is Tuxedo Mask.” He snickered a bit and went back to playing some game on his phone. “I can’t believe you made Mammon cosplay.” It was a rather snide comment, perhaps poking fun at the avatar of greed for looking so unsightly. The second eldest turned his head, instead trying to divert his attention to any little thing in the living room. He felt so embarrassed right now. 

“Come on, it’s his first time cosplaying. Give him a break. Besides, I coerced him using our pact, so it’s not like he had a say in the matter,” (MC) chimed in, protecting Mammon from any comments he may receive. He, on the other hand, felt his heart skip a beat. Ah, this was one of the reasons he fell for her. She never once let his brothers get away with a snide comment as long as she was around. It felt good being protected and cared for, but Mammon would never admit that to anyone. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Leviathan waved her off, opting instead to focus on the game in hand. “I’m so sending this on the group chat though.” 

“Alright, well record this as well.” (MC) cleared her throat, then threw a pose. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you.” She giggled afterwards, and Mammon stared at her in amazement. She was playing with his brothers, taking any comment and joking around with them further, as if she was truly unfazed and unbothered by any of their remarks. He loved that unwavering confidence that she had. It just made her all the more attractive. 

Asmodeus was the next one to walk in, complimenting (MC)’s craftsmanship as she had asked him for some tips beforehand. “Your accessories pair well with your outfit, although it might be a bit too flashy. You seem so adorable though.” He showered her with compliments, being the natural flirt that he was, but completely ignored Mammon in the process.

“Hey! Don’t flirt with (MC),” Mammon said a bit too tensely, pulling (MC) closer to him followed by a soft growl. It was the first time he had spoken since (MC) dragged him to the living room to show off to the brothers. Mammon was simply too embarrassed beforehand, but if anyone so much so makes a move towards (MC), then, by all means, he would be ready to attack. He was her first after all, but most importantly, she was the only one that showered him with love and affection, for the most part. If anyone became rather close with her, then his only means of positive affection would be gone, and Mammon would be left with nothing but insults. He couldn’t have that. No, he was greedy for her love. Money was no longer enough to satisfy his cravings. 

One by one, the remaining brothers filtered into the room, possibly due to the picture Levi took and sent to the family chat. Reluctantly, Mammon followed in (MC)’s steps and played out some scenes to entertain the fact that they were, indeed, dressed up as a couple. He wasn’t exactly the best, however, always stuttering and messing up some lines. His face was all red, and he could hear a few comments on that as well. But he had to keep going, to take in all these remarks, all for (MC). He also couldn’t stand to eye (MC). She just looked too cute in that outfit of hers, especially with that hairstyle. Oh how badly he wanted to hold her cheeks and slowly kiss her underneath the stars. 

As for the reactions of the other brothers, they were more or less similar to the others. Lucifer just looked down at them in disappointment. Had he really chosen a human that was similar to his beloved brother? He also seemed to find it a bit, well, cringy, but more or less admired the effort. He also could tell that Mammon seemed to enjoy himself, even if it was a little. He was happy to see that Mammon had found someone who loved and supported him, even if it meant forcing Mammon into endeavors he wasn’t too fond of. Belphegor’s face seemed to say “you woke me up for this?” and immediately went back to napping whereas Beelzebub didn’t seem to care all that much. 

Everyone eventually dispersed and went their own separate ways with (MC) and Mammon walking hand-in-hand back to her room on the first floor. (MC) seemed rather ecstatic as there was a slight skip to her step. Mammon remained quiet, instead focusing on how adorable (MC) looked when she was happy and trying to enjoy the moment before the two of them would part ways for the night. Oh what he wouldn’t give to have this moment last forever. That didn’t last long, however, as they soon arrived at (MC)’s door. 

“Mammon, thank you for doing this for me.” She turned to look at him, a tiny sparkle in her eyes. “I know that it’s a bit tough with your brothers and all, but I sincerely appreciate the fact that you’d do this when I asked you too, even if I practically begged you at the beginning.” 

“O-Of course. Who wouldn’t wanna spend time with me? I just did ya a big favor, so be grateful.” She giggled at his typical tsundere response and quickly kissed him on the cheek, which shut him up for good. 

“Ok, well, goodnight my dear prince,” she teased, walking into her room. “Oh, and you can keep the costume.” The last thing he saw before she closed her bedroom door was (MC)’s precious smile, the one that made his heart beat faster each time he saw it. 

Mammon’s brain was currently malfunctioning, trying to process what just happened as he stood still outside her bedroom door. Did she just call him her sweet prince? And did they just hold hands like a couple the whole time? Ah, Mammon was losing his mind over the fact that he had been so intimate with his crush today. If only he could build up confidence and make things official. But for now, this would suffice. 

Unconsciously, he brought a hand to his cheek, touching the area that (MC) had kissed. He blushed as he recounted the memory, stupidly smiling to himself in the process. Quietly, he muttered something under his breath, making sure no prying ears were in reach to hear him. “Tch, that’s my human.”