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It’s his birthday but this is all I got, ‘m sorry

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The party at the demon lords castle ran much, much longer than intended. You just wanna get to the HoL, flop into bed, and go right to sleep.

But of course, the brothers are still up and having fun even after the party ends… much to your dismay. You watch as they talk and giggle, the rest of the guests having gone home long ago…

Somehow nobody noticed, or so you thought…

A pair of eyes tucked away in the corner as usual are locked onto you, sensing your discomfort. He leaves for just a moment, and nobody notices or asks him what he’s doing.

Soon enough he’s behind you, a comforting presence despite the usual discomfort demons tend to give off.

“Barbatos…?” You mumble, your voice sleepy and quiet. You turn to see him behind you, his normal neutral butler expression shifting to something strangely comforting.

“Allow me to take you to a room hmm? Humans need ample sleep to be healthy…” you nod, a tired simile on your face.

It’s not the first time something like this has happened, after all demons don’t need as much sleep as humans. Besides, there’s always ample space to accommodate you in the castle… and quite comfortably too. But this time… the room looks far different from the normal royally decorated guest rooms.

There’s doors covering every wall, a strange staircase too. You take a moment to look around, gawk at the strange place that seems like it shouldn’t really exist.

“It’s my room, hope you don’t mind. After all it is the best option for me to keep an eye on you” Barbatos speaks up behind you, and you simply nod in response. It’s almost certain him leading you to his room means something… something you don’t care to figure out right now.

You simply nod, completely exhausted and not bothered enough to care. He provides pajamas, you notice they aren’t anything like the usual ones stocked for guests… too teal to match the general aesthetic of the castle. You don’t say anything, it’s not really needed anyway.

Eventually he helps you settle into bed, a bed you didn’t even notice was in the room. You fall asleep quickly, the bed comforting and soft, and the room a nice temperature and a lingering scent that seems so calming.

Mammon looks pale and like he has bags under his eyes, did the angelification start taking a toll on him 😥

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Suggested by @/Kirby (not to me directly, just a general suggestion) (Kirby are you on tumblr as well? I don’t remember)

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