Lori

I smiled as brightly as the sun when he told me yes. Despite looking at me with little to no energy, which slightly dampened my spirits, I still thought we could make it work! At first, I made sure to treat him well. I fed him constantly, spent most of my time with him, encouraged him, everything I could! He'd smile, occasionally thank me, and protect me when I was in trouble. It made me feel so warm and happy, he was so adorable and cool to me.

I did have few doubts, though, occasionally. When he'd give the bare minimum of attention to me, I wondered if I was really happy in this relationship. But my mind would quickly clear up when i saw him. The idolization of him and the relationship, because of my love, was too inflated. I ignored everything and stubbornly continued to love him with all my heart.

It wasn't until about two or three months into the relationship that the rose colored glasses started to fall. I started to get irritated. Why am I the only one trying? He acts so annoyed whenever I try to hug or kiss him. He barely shows any effort to make me happy. Feelings of resentment grew more and more as every week passed. Eventually, his brothers started to notice.

Asmodeus brought the situation up to me lightly, "...and I noticed you've been upset recently." I looked to the side, annoyed, memories and thoughts of the past few weeks with Beelzebub running through my mind. Asmodeus slightly frowned, worried about me. "I guess I am," i grit my teeth, "I've just been feeling so angry recently!" My voice raised as I began to feel like no one was hearing me.

Asmodeus waited for me to confess my worries. "I just—it's so messed up to accept someone's feelings knowing that you don't actually like them back, y'know? I hate when people or movies, shows, whatever, advertise that. It usually ends horribly in real life!" Asmodeus listened, pouting now that hes confirmed everyone's thoughts. "What do people do in these types of relationships other than break up!" I scoff, shaking enough to barely be noticed. I'm being so obvious right now it's embarrassing.

"I'm going to end things with Beelzebub." Asmodeus nods, agreeing, "Of course, why are you putting yourself through all that trouble knowing there's only one solution at this point?" Rage and sadness surges through me again, upset with myself for trying so hard to capture Beelzebub's heart, knowing he wasn't really interested since the start. I sigh, I'll do it soon then. I tilt my head backward, running my hands down my face. I'll do it soon...

I broke up with Beelzebub by the garden at R.A.D. the morning after, and as frustrating and disappointing as I knew it was going to be, all Beelzebub did was stare at me while still casually eating, as if knew this was going to happen and agreeing, adding, "I didn't like you as much as I thought." My chest tightened and my eyes started watering. I was an idiot, why did I agree to this? But I breathed in, clenched my fist, and nodded. I wasn't going to let myself cry over some dickhead who played with my feelings.

As sad and shaken up as I was, I focused on my studies, pouring my mixed emotions into healthy outlets. Hobbies, extracurriculars, part time jobs, trying to get past my feelings. However, I still held so much resentment for Beel. I'd grit my teeth whenever I saw him, gave him a cold stare, scoff at things he'd say. I always felt petty when I was near Beelzebub, but because of that, it also put a slight strain on my relationship with the entire House of Lamentation, which then led me to feel suffocated inside the house.

I'd go out earlier, stay out late, or not come back at all, leaving meetings almost immediately if I knew I didn't need to stay. But I slowly got over it as I helped people passing by, learning more about the devildom on my own, and started making new friends outside the exchange program (much to Diavolo's pleasure). At some point, I returned to my usual routine, talking with the brothers again, starting with an apologize first, including Beelzebub, to rebuild my relationship with them. The only thing that really changed was that I spent most of my free time with the friends I made during my cool down time.

I introduced them to the brothers, which made them squirm some since they were way more high profile then them, and occasionally hung out around the house. After a few months of this, around one and a half years into the program, I started developing feelings for one of my friends in the group. There were a few signs between me and them and I imagine we both were being teased about it occasionally.

After a month of gauging our feelings, they finally confessed, and I couldn't have been happier. Many people congratulated us. The brothers were happy to hear of my new relationship, especially since this was a wonderful step forward in promoting harmonization between the realms. Although, there were also a few mixed feelings flowing among the brothers as well: protectiveness, worry, envy...

Beelzebub, who had started to pay more attention to MC since their break up, couldn't help but feel envious of your relationship. But when did these feelings start? Maybe around the time when you started avoiding him more often? Or when he started seeing how proud you were after something you worked hard on pays off? All he knew was when MC started bringing their friends around, he started to feel more ravenous.

The more his infatuation grew the more obsessive he got. He wanted their relationship back, he knew it was impossible but he wanted you. Needed you. He grew starved as the days went by knowing you were out there without him, not thinking about him. And then he started seeing the signs. From you and that other person you hung out more than the others. His brothers started to notice and so did a few of your friends. You brushed it off thinking how silly it was to image your ex, who didn't want you, suddenly developing some sort of puppy love.

MC...these were your plans you mentioned when I asked about hangout with Belphie and you? So annoying, I could devour them. Why did the blow us off to go with their friends? Does it even matter that they were in trouble? Why did you leave in the middle of us eating? The food taste plain without you...

Beelzebub would occasionally sneak a peak whenever your friends were around, sometimes with his brothers who also happened to be there or tag along if the situation allowed it. But his infatuation couldn't help but make him see how happy you looked when you were laughing and having fun without a care in the world. How understanding you were when you saw someone in a tough situation.

He started feeling more pushy, tagging along or 'bumping into you guys' like a little brother who wanted to play with his older sibling and their friends. You were starting to get annoyed so you and your friends ventured into the woods occasionally to take a break. And then beelzebub saw it, in front of him was your friend confessing his love to you almost as lovely as you did when you asked him out. His stomach howled and he fell to the floor suddenly shaking from the starvation he felt.

The confession was cut short at the sound of what was seemingly a monster. Your lover, scoping the area, ran away with you. Now out of sight, Beelzebub was almost left helpless on the floor if it wasn't for some reserves he kept around. Even though he could get up again, he was still hungry and angry.

He ended up almost destroying the entire plaza he was in because of the hangry-ness he felt, which led to Lucifer having to shut down the rampage. When he was back to normal again, he heard you and them laughing together in your room and immediately went to the kitchen. He devoured everything in the fridge, almost eating the plates again, until he heard you gasp. The incident was again shut down, but now because he felt like you were only looking at him, paying attention to only him.

The change in personality was noticed by the brothers when they realized him practically stalking you, almost purposely getting into trouble only you could help him with. But your partner and you started to realize what was happening and began thinking of a solution. In the end, you two decided to have you talk to Beelzebub, with them standing nearby in case anything happened.

You confronted him at Hell's kitchen, that way he could eat his fill before getting rejected. Beelzebub, as happy as could be now that you asked him out to spend some time alone, silently hoped that you were going to start building a relationship where you two could date again, even though he knew it was delusion. You pursed you lips and thought of how to turn him down now that you were about to finish eating.

"Beelzebub," hearing you call out to him sent shivers down his spine, you can't find the words to continue, "you know, how we use to date?" There was a glimmer in his eyes and a slight tinge of regret as he continued to eat, "well...um since then, after the break up I mean, I thought we could both move on, maybe not as close as we use to be before all that, but maybe as aquantinces." Beelzebub frowned, was that all you saw him as? He thought you were still friends at the very least.

"I know what you've been doing, I think a lot of people have noticed so far and I don't thing you should be doing it anymore"

"Then how else am I going to grab your attention?"

"Beelzebub just ask, I know im dating someone else but we can still hang out as a group...but you're infatuated right now, what your feeling is love."

"Thats not true!"

Beelzebub felt nauseous his stomach growled, we waited for him to order more before continuing.

"Beelzebub, even if it was love, im not leaving my partner, they're my person, it was never going to work out between us anyway."

"You don't know that."

You roll your eyes,

"We have different needs and wants. You know how I feel about break ups too."

His stomach grew louder.

"We're different now, *I'm* different now. You can-"

"MC, please, there has to be some lingering feelings for me within you, right?"

You furrow my brows, "when I think about my romantic feelings with you, all i feel is anger. Even now all your doing is- i don't know! Beelzebub I really want to talk this out with you but you're making this difficult!"

"No MC, you still feel something for me and im going to pull it to the surface." I shake my head, "beelzebub please give up, I don't want to date you its been almost one third of a year that we broke up!"

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I'm gonna stop it here and make two endings, a yamdere ending (since I accidently made Beel sound like a obsessive dickhead)

Starting the series, it felt a little Game of Thrones-esque, I guess? The second volume follows the protagonist, Henry, and the Lord of Shadows forming a pact with one another to set a trap for the Lord of Fools, who had wronged both of them in the past. The trap is successful, and by the end of the movie, the Lord of Fools is driven off, chased into the snowy northern country. It's there we find out that the Lord of Fools' long-parted former sweetheart, Geldie, is frozen within the snow. Shortly after, we are left on a cliffhanger. "Wh..." Mammon questions once the credits roll. "No! Seriously?! That can't be it!" I giggle at Mammon's overreaction. "He reunites with her, only to find out she's dead! NO!" Mammon is curled up into himself. He looks very distraught. "Right?" I say, wanting to egg him on. Mammon latches onto Beelzebub's right leg in dismay. "Beel," he whines, "Can't he, like, use magic or something to bring her back?!" I look at him weirdly. "I'm not gonna lie, magic systems with necromancy are usually buns." Mammon glares at me. "No one asked you, human." I look away mischievously. "I mean...she can't die! She was the Lord of Fools' light! His shining star! They can't just kill her off!" Beel looks down from the bed at us, mostly Mammon. "You think they'll bring her back? Please say they do." Mammon was near tears as he pathetically grips onto Beelzebub's leg. Beelzebub spares a glance at me, who was actively shaking my head, begging him to keep teasing Mammon. Beelzebub swallows and smiles. "If you wanna know what happens, I guess you'll just have to keep watching." Mammon shrinks, degected, and I burst out in laughter.

Movie 5 details a darker theme. The Lord of Flies faces a famine crisis after being invaded by enemy forces. The Lord of Fools, who is apparently his brother (all of the Lords are, I guess?), attempts to smuggle the Lord of Flies some food supplies to help. However, because of a long wet spell, the food spoils, leaving the Lord of Flies' land both famine-ridden and now disease-ridden. There is no solution in this movie. Mammon was crying midway through the movie, which also made me want to cry. Mammon tries to wipe away his tears as he continues to sob and sniffle, "D-don't blame the Lord of F-Fools!" he sobs out, "He wanted to help! He was worried! How was he supposed to know that was going to happen?!" Mammon continues to cry for a bit longer. "Mammon, stop crying. Your nose is running, you know?" I frown, "But it was sad! How could it not end peacefully? Does the Lord of Flies just...die?!" Beelzebub tilts his head, slightly confused on why we were taking it so seriously, "I know I would if I didn't get to eat for that long..." Mammon cries harder. "It's all so saaaaaad!" I can't tell if I want to cry with or laugh at Mammon.

Finally ending with Volume Seven, we are taken back to the year 825, to which I joke with the brothers, "You guys probably lived during the Big Bang," which got straight crickets. The story goes, the Lord of Emptiness leads a sudden rebellion against the Lord of Corruption (much to my pleasure), but, unwilling to forgive the Lord of Emptiness for his transgressions, the Lord of Corruption locks him away within the Tower of Shadows in the farthest corner of the world. Afraid of the Lord of Corruption's wrath, the other brothers unfortunately make no effort to rescue the Lord of Emptiness, even if they greatly lament the fate befallen the youngest. I fume, "UGH! The Lord of Corruption always gets his way, smug asshole!" Mammon tsks, "What about the brothers, though? What's wrong with them? Couldn't one of them have stopped this whole thing from happening in the first place?" I frown. Mammon continues, "I mean, sure, the Lord of Emptiness deserves some of the blame...but to just outright abandon him?" I jump up, "EXACTLY! Everyone was tired of the Lord of Corruption! He shouldn't have been surprised that something like this would happen eventually since the brothers told him time and time again they were feeling shitty!" Mammon nods in agreement. I glance at Beelzebub from my peripherals, but he seems to be contemplating something seriously. As much as I'd like to ask him if there was something wrong, I wasn't close enough to him yet to ask. So the night went on, and I made sure to include Beelzebub in whatever chat we were discussing.

The next morning, Mammon and I run over the plot again. "So we did a recap quiz..." I nod. "Volume five is still super sad..." Mammon puts his hand up to stop me and looks away. "Don't-!" He sighs. "Don't start, I'll start crying." I laugh lightly. "Alright! So here's the plan!" Mammon gets cut off by Levi, who was coming down the stairs. "Objection!" Is that...? What a nerd. "I know exactly what you guys are scheming!" Levi frowns as he stares us down. "Whaddya mean!? Who told you?" Levi stomps, "Quit acting stupid! Lucifer obviously told me!" I get an out-of-body experience as I realize these satanic names are real and not some weird Bible play. "LUCIFER? How the hell does he know!?" I look at them worried, "He's not a pervert, is he?" Levi rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Thats not whats important right now." I scoff and glare at him in astonishment. "Y'know, I heard once that the time a fool spends thinking is WASTED time. I think that definitely applies here." I hold myself back from acting out because of this obvious ragebait. "You're lucky to have so much time on your hands that you can sit around thinking up schemes like this." Levi says bitterly.

He flails his arms matter of factly and begins to pace, "There's so much anime I need to watch, figurines and trading cards I need to organize, GAMES I NEED TO PLAY! They're just piling up, collecting dust right now!" Mammon looks so over this conversation already, "As much as I would LOVE to marathon every TSL movie, I can't! Not with everything I have to do!" I purse my lips, "First world problems..." Levi clenches his jaws and glares at me, "Why do YOU get to have so much free time?! IT'S NOT FAIR!" Mammon laughs bitterly, "Shit, I was waiting for you to say that. You sound like a fucking child every time you say, 'It'S nOt fAiR,'" Mammon mocks, "Shut up, Mammon! Like you can say anything when everything you do is literally the stupidest thing anyone could ever think of!" I sigh softly. I'm starting to ser a pattern with these brother. "Whatever! I don't know what you two are plotting, but I'm not as stupid as Mammon!" Levi comes up to me and pokes my shoulder threatening, "I'm not about to get all buddy-buddy with some human normie."

I scratch my head in annoyance, "You guys say human as if it's some slur," Levi snickers. "It's not like I'm friends with this stupid human either!" Mammon butts in, then starts moving his body mechanically. He actually has wicked body control. He seems great at dancing, "My body does what ever the human says against my will! I can't stop it!" Levi doesn't seem to care, "Anyways, don't start thinking you can out smart me, human." Levi turns to leave but, its only then do I decide to use the same glorious tactic I used on Mammon, since they don't seem to realize both of them are equally as stupid. "Then how about this! Let's see who's the bigger TSL nerd!" I see Levi's pointy ears twitch. He turns around confused, "Let's compete against each other so that I can prove I'm also as big of a fan as you!" Levi rubs his face, exhausted. "What are you even saying right now? Like you could beat me when it comes to anything TSL," Levi snickers mockingly, then begins to laugh out loud. "Lolololol, nah, why would I do that? Why would YOU do that?"

I smirk confidently, "You know what? You were saying you didn't have time to watch TSL stuff recently." I smile mischievously, "I think you're scared of losing!" Mammon chuckles when he realizes what I was doing. Levi blushes in embarrassment, "What the hell? Are you stupid? Where the hell did you get that idea?" I look away. "Oh, I mean, why else would you refuse? I would take any opportunity to embarrass someone I found annoying." I laugh, but mostly at myself, "Hello?! Are you brain dead?!" Mammon pats my back, egging me on all the while laughing, which only infuriated Levi more. "Levi's a fake! He's not a real TSL fan!" I announced to a nonexistent crowd. Levi gasps as if I just said I had just held a bug up to him, "FINE! I'll destroy you in that competition just so you stop underestimating me!" I jump in excitement, turning to Mammon to high-five him, "BUT! Just know, you might not get back to the human world alive if I win." I roll my eyes and turn back to Levi, "Wanna shake on it or something?" Levi clicks his tongue and storms back up to his room.

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Sometime during school, Satan and Beelzebub stop me. "Hello, Lori," Satan greets. I look between them, confused. "Hello?" Satan continues, "We heard about the competition you and Levi were going to do." Right after Satan finishes his sentence, Beelzebub, eyes full of hope, interjects, "Are you hoping to find out what's in the attic?" I look at them even more confused. "Uh...yeah, I don't know how you two know that, though..." Beelzebub looks down at me. "Hm, you don't say..." I can't tell what he's thinking, and his stare makes me slightly embarrassed. "I'll let you in on some information then." I tilt my head. "If you couldn't guess already, Levi is the avatar of Envy. If you work him into a jealous frenzy, he'll lose control of himself." I furrow my brows. "But if that happens..." Beelzebub nods. "Yeah, you'll be in danger, but that's about the only opening you can exploit then." I glance at Satan, who simply nods. I hum to let him know I understand. "Thanks, but...why tell me this?" Beelzebub steps back and looks away. "No reason. Just felt like it, that's all." I smile, looking at him weirdly. He's a bad liar, like a puppy.

Satan speaks up, "Then..." He also straightens up, "Let me also give you a piece of advice." I listen intently. "The DVDs only cover 7 seasons of TSL currently, but the original book has 8 volumes, with the 9th still being in production." I nod. "Sounds about right..." Satan carries on, "If you want to know what happens in Volume 9, I suggest you ask Simeon." I purse my lips, now curious. "The older angel?" Satan nods. "Correct, you'll understand when you ask him." I lean my head against my hand, making sure I remember their advice. Satan finishes, "And to answer your questions from before, just know it so happens that it's in my best interest for you to beat Levi." With that, both Satan and Beelzebub take their leave from me.

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"So let me get this straight..." Mammon shifts on the table he was sitting on and looks at me seriously. "You're telling me that Beel AND Satan gave you hints for defeating Levi?" He smirks, "How VERY interesting..." I close my eyes again as I try not to laugh. "You do know why they did that, though, right?" Mammon sits up straight and proud. "It's because of me, obviously!" He laughs cockily. "They're definitely giving you special treatment since they know I'm the one that's in charge of you!" I give him an unserious look. "Mammon, you can't be serious." Mammon looks offended. "Whaddya mean?! Think about it! You have to get it now! Just how important I am and how much my little brothers respect me!" I suck on my bottom lip. "Mammon, since I've gotten here, all your brothers have done is degrade you. If anything, you should be planning your get-back on them." Mammon huffs and pouts. "Lousy sheep," He gives me a stern glare. "You really gotta learn how to respect demons! You'll definitely die at this rate." I nod obligatorily. "Sure, Mammon."

"MC!" I yelp and turn around. Lucifer. "Never trust a demon, especially...Lucifer." A sense of impending doom fills me as I see him come toward me. "Stop right there. You'll go no further..." I can't trust him. "That's not a place for humans." Then who's up there? "It's dangerous." Dangerous... Dangerous? I want to yell at him to explain what's going on, but his glowing red eyes, different from his brothers', and his stern, almost upset, posture make me think twice. They are dangerous. I'm helpless. "Go back to your room," he commands. "...Okay," I say quietly. I speed past him and down the other side of the hall to the nearest staircase. Lucifer watches me go. I immediately lock the door behind me when I enter my room. Lying in my bed again, I stare up at the greenery listlessly. Eventually, while drowning in my thoughts, I resolve to make my way up the stairs and uncover what could be my mercy.

The next night, I wait until it hits 1 AM before making my way upstairs again. I make sure to be extra quiet this time and keep an eye out for Lucifer, but just like yesterday, just as I'm about to make it to the stairs I hear Lucifer's chilling voice, "Out for a stroll, I see." I close my eyes and silently curse to myself, "I keep running into you here, don't I?" I turn to look at him anxiously. "It seems you're really curious about what's at the top of this staircase." He's smirking smugly and it makes me so angry. "Unless I'm mistaken, I believe I told you that it's not a place humans have any business going." He slowly walks out of the shadows and towards me. "If you can't sleep, perhaps I should make you some tea, something that will help you have a good night's sleep." I glare at him suspiciously while he stares down at me as if I were nothing more than a mere bug. "You should probably know that it's a bit too effective on humans, to the point that you may find that you never wake up again." He's disgusting. Why did I ever think he was here to help me? "You get what I'm saying here, right?" I rush past him, not interested in being threatened anymore.

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"Why the hell do I gotta be stuck here with you? First thing in the morning and I'm lookin' at the thing that should be my breakfast!" I try to eat unbothered as Mammon bitches and moans, "Humans are a delicacy. It's like telling me not to eat a premium-grade roast Iriomote musk hog that's right in front of me!" He starts drooling as he looks into the distance. This rant is starting to remind me of Beelzebub. "Medium rare...cooked to perfection..." he looks down, inspired, but then immediately disillusioned. "Instead," he spits out spitefully, "I'm here eatin' dried blackbelly newt legs..." He takes a big bite and then continues eating with his mouth full. "Which, I mean, I'm not saying newt legs are bad or anything! They're actually pretty good..." He swallows, "But still!" He slams his fist down, "And y'know what makes it worse?!" He exaggerates, pointing at me with his fork while glaring, "That same thick, juicy hunk of meat," I look at him questioningly, "has started givin' me orders!" I roll my eyes. "Can you shut up? You're acting like I care what you're feeling." He jumps out of his chair slamming his fist down again, "Seriously! This is actual torture!"

I sigh and look around, "Where is everybody, anyway? You've been ranting as if you were the avatar of gluttony and not Beelzebub." Mammon smacks his lips and crosses his arms, "Speakin' of Beel, he went and ate the custard I left in the refrigerator—the one I was trying to save!" Good, you fucking prick, "I told him NOT to eat anythin' with my name on it!" It seems a little bit of his horns stick out now that he's fired up, "I'm gonna kill him!" He grips his head in frustration and groans, "Fuck! And they probably already left to go to class! Can't get any help in shit! This is all Lucifer's fault! Getting stu-" I feel a migraine coming at the mention of Lucifer. "Calm. down." Mammon immediately stops mid-sentence and huffs. "Sit down." And he does. He looks incredibly mad, and it makes me chuckle maliciously. I sigh, "What's at the top of the stairs?" I ask seriously as I push my half-eaten breakfast to the side. "You stupid sheep! You weren't listenin' at all!" He pauses, "Wait what? you mean, like, the stairs to the attic?" He scoffs, "shit, there you go, gettin' into shit that ain't any of your business!" He looks off to the side and then back at me with a renewed, smug look. "Actually, ya do know what the secret to gettin' people to tell you stuff is, right?" This dude... "You can't be serious." Mammon's smile turns devilish. "Very."

He taps his hand on the table and lays his head on his other hand, thinking, before laughing mockingly. "Wait, is this about Lucifer? Is that why you cut me off?" He shakes his head. "You tried to climb those stairs, but Lucifer stopped you, didn't he?" I look away, embarrassed that he clocked me so fast, and he laughs again. "That's totally it!" He sits up straight and rubs his thumb and index finger together. "The price is high~ Way high. So if you think you can just offer anything, you're dead wrong." I cover my mouth, looking at him seriously. "Y'know, I could always just command you to tell me." Mammon shakes his head vigorously. "If I tell you something I'm not supposed to, Lucifer will definitely beat me half to death!" He yells a bit pleadingly, "and that's only if I'm lucky! If I'm not?" He shivers in fear. "He'd have me eliminated! It'll take me a good two hundred million years to recover!" I furrow my eyebrows. "Wait, are you guys immortal?" He skips past my question. "Want info?" He gives me a stern look. "Give me the monetary equivalent of the world's total oil production. Two hundred million years worth!" He slumps back. "In other words, I ain't tellin' you."

I frown disappointedly and look away, but my petty determination was still aflame. A thought crosses my mind, and I give him a cheeky smile. "I didn't realize you were this afraid of him. I guess you really were just a lame lackey after all." Mammon jumps again, his anger ramping back up. He taps his fingers to his chest, "lackey? ME? The avatar of greed, a RULER of the Devildom? THE GREAT MAMMON?!" He bares his fangs at me. "You're pushing your luck, sheep. As if I, Mammon, could ever feel fear, especially towards Lucifer of all people!" I stand up as well, now that I feel I've got a hook. "But you are, aren't you?" I gesture to himself and scoff. "I mean, where was your rage from before? It's as if your very being is trying to save itself from Lucifer's rage merely from mentioning him!" Mammon roars in anger. "I rarely EVER let people see my full power! I wouldn't even need to use all of my power to defeat someone like Lucifer!" I stare, unimpressed by his words.

Mammon gives me a dirty look, "The problem is Lucifer right? Fuck! It's always fucking Lucifer!" I shake my head, "get to the point." Mammon stamps his feet, "Levi! Dunno if you know this already or not, but Levi has this stupid show he likes...the seven..Seven..." He pauses to think. "...no that was the book i was reading..." he mumbles. He snaps his finger and smiles smugly, "'The Tales of the Seven Lords!'" He waves away the side tangent and continues, "Anyway, the stupid series has a vinyl version of the soundtrack and Lucifer wants it. Don't ask me why 'cause I don't know either!" I nod, "which means Levi definitely owns one since its something he likes." Mammon scoffs, "Wowww, way to state the obvious, shit for brains." I scowl at Mammon. "Shut the hell up, you fuck up." I walk the direction to Levi's room and wag my index finger at him, "Come." I command, Mammon is forced to follow, but he very loudly complains as he does this time.

When we're at the door the spell finally breaks causing Mammon to accidentally fall to the floor head first. He whimpers, "ow..." He gets up and rubs his head, "you could've given me a warning! That hurt!" I pout, "A dog is always remorseful after it's punished." Mammon is quick to recover, "What the hell did you just say!?" An angry thump can be heard from inside Levi's room. "MAMMON! SHUT THE HELL UP!" Mammon bangs on the walls back with equal amount of anger, "MAKE ME YOU FREAK!" I shake and rub my head. Mammon, you idiot. "YOU'RE MAKING TOO MUCH NOISE, JACKASS! Get the fuck away from my room!" Mammon does no such thing and instead slams on the door. "GET OFF YOUR ASS AND COME OUTSIDE!" we are not getting this stupid vinyl. "NO! I'm watching one of the best scenes in 'The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.'" I look up, silently laugh and cringe knowing the feeling, but in my peripheral, I see feet coming towards us. Looking up I see Solomon waving at us, friendly as ever, "I was wondering who was out here in the hall." I stand straight and politely smile at him despite the obvious chaos that had happened.

"Good morning, Solomon." Solomon waves off my politeness humbly. "No need to be so formal, but good morning to you as well." I nod, but my behavior stays as is. "What a place to meet," I insinuate, Solomon only nods. "Indeed," he then looks at me curiously. "You know, since we've last met, MC, I've heard a lot about the two of you." I look away awkwardly, recognizing the topic from a few days ago. Mammon looks at him, confused and almost offended. "What about me and MC?" Solomon shakes his head. "Nothing much, just rumors that a certain human has already managed to make a pact with a demon despite only just arriving here." He smiles brightly at me as congratulations; I feel forced to smile back. Solomon looks back at Mammon, but with a more cheeky smirk. "Apparently, the demon is a real idiot, seeing as he let a human discover and exploit his greatest weakness, and then tricked into forging a pact." Mammon chuckles as he processes Solomon's gossip before quickly realizing who he was talking about. He frowns, "Not funny!"

I quietly snicker into my hand at his delayed reaction, which makes Mammon angrier. "What're ya doing here, Solomon?" Solomon looks away innocently. "Levi invited me over." I raise a brow questioningly. How salacious... Mammon was also bewildered but for a different reason. "Wha—Levi?" He crosses his arms, now more protective. "My freaky shut-in brother invited YOU to his room?" Solomon raises his arms defensively. Mammon chuckles and shakes his head. "No way, don't buy it." Solomon walks past Mammon confidently. "I'm afraid it's the truth." He knocks on the door. "Levi? It's me." There is a momentary silence. "What's the secret phrase?" Solomon smiles. "The second Lord..."

"...attempts to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could only lay golden eggs..."

"...having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed..."

"..it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools." Levi finished. "Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter." A click signified the door had opened. Solomon waves goodbye, "Well, guess I'll see you two later. Bye." I stand there a bit confused. That was kinda gay...I turn to look at Mammon, "are they-" Mammon cuts me off, "that was totally a secret phrase!" I shake my head baffled by his simple minded idiocy. "MC! Try saying what Solomon said!" He pushes me towards the door giving me no chance to refuse. I glare at him over my shoulder before turning back and knocking at the door. I shake my head, fully prepared for this not to work, but I am pleasantly surprised when I hear Levi's voice from behind the door. "What's the secret phrase?" What a nerd. "The second Lord..." Levi is quick to respond by vocalizing a buzzer noise, "Secret phrase authentication failure. Access denied!" I frown, "Whaaat?" Mammon comes up from behind me and gently pushes me to the side, just as confused, "But that was totally right! It's exactly what Solomon said!" Mammon pouts, "The secret phrase is periodically reset." I laugh, "What secure authenticator technology this door has." I tease sarcastically, finding it funny how petty this demon is. "What the hell," Mammon groans under his breath.

"Shhh, pant you gotta- stay quiet." The sounds of wet fwoping filled your ears. Beelzebub holds you up against the wall of his closet driving into you somewhat gently. "Not unless you want my brother to see." You bite into his shoulder softly to muffle your moans. "Seducing me...acting all cute groan you were trying to get me all riled up from the start weren't you?" too lost in the pleasure of Beel's thick cock stretching you out, you tighten your grasp on him as your response. He pants out a chuckle, "all i want to do now is keep you close to me." you release your mouth from his shoulder and pant heavily, "Beel..." he pushes you harder into the wall thrusting into you a little harder, "you're driving me wild..." you can feel his cock pulsing inside you. His warm citrusy smell, his slapping against you, his cock massaging your cervix with every thrust, it all felt so overwhelmingly good. you can feel yourself dripping and soon cumming. Beel buries his head in your neck and bites down. "Only i can make you feel like this."

You wince and then realize that instead of pain, you're body jolted in ecstasy. you moan out but Beel quickly covers your mouth to muffle the sound. you push it the side, tears forming in your eyes from how sensitive you were starting to feel, "Beel...rut." but Beel was already far gone, not that you minded. '....I'm not gonna let you out of my room for days.' you hazily remember him say, he was so easy to rile up today too. His smell engulfed your senses until all you could think and feel was Beelzebub. "Your cunt gets puffier the more i thrust in..." he groans into your neck then raises to see your face. "My devilish succubus..." He says lowly and kisses you. Its wet and he looks so into it. the feelings of your tongues touching and sucking, he's devouring you and you can't get enough.

You divulge in each other until you realize you're loosing your grip on him and your insides feeling tighter as he grows inside you. Thats when you feel a hard, ridged sensation brush over your hair and soft buzzing in front of you. You smile and giggle mischievously. With a knowing grunt Beelzebub places one hand on your hips and another behind your nape to move you carefully down or slip out of you, but when you pull on his horns to tease him, he groans loudly and falls to his knees. His wings buzzes happily behind him but chills the both of you with the air it creates. Immediately concerned, he quickly examines you "MC-" but when he sees your face, flushed and teary, he pauses. "Beel, use me." you plead. "...just let me know when you wanna stop." he kisses you gently and whispers, "I'll try my best..." He raises your hips and thrusts down hard using you like a fleshlight. You groan upon feeling him fully sheath himself into you, this time feeling every vein on his cock mold your insides.

"You're made for me, Angel." He mumbles by your ear making your ears tingle. "good...feels s' good Beel." you slur going to grab the side of his head and nuzzle him, "ruin me for everyone else." You hear his wings buzz in excitement and his grip on your hips tighten. You hold your right hand behind you up against the wall to soften the momentum of his thrusts while your left hand pulls his horn in sync with him. You move your head to the side and yelp as you cum on his cock again. At the feeling of your cunt sucking and taking him deeper his grunts lowly and pushes your hips to the floor. He sensually leads his hands up to the back of your knees and pushes down as much as it could to your sides. he shifting his legs next to your sides as well, leaning his weight on top you, pushing you into a mating press. He's dazed, the tip of his mouth slightly glistening with the drool that was starting to collect from the feeling of being inside you.

You pull down on his horns again, but this time with enough force to make sure his head turns down to you. You kiss him passionately which he reciprocates immedietly but when you open your mouth, he laps at the inside of your mouth as if lapping at the inside of a jar of caramel. His tongue, unnaturally long and textured, fills your mouth. Beel's whines as he thrusts become erratic. I shake my head which makes Beel retract his tongue immedietly, "breed me" you beg, which is all it takes for Beel to thrust down all the way in and cum. You feel the familiar bloating at the base of his cock and tighten your grip on his horns as you lean into his neck. "Angel," he whines more pleadingly then last time, you unbury your head and look up at him. "You're killing me here..." pouting, flushed, and needy, you can't help but think he's yours. Only yours. You let go of his horns and giggle airly, humming in pleasure after from the feeling of his cock filling you. "I'm sorry." He rubs his head against you scenting you instinctually, his wings telling you all you need to know about how happy he is in your arms.

"Do you need something while we wait for this to go down?" He asks softly as he lifts himself off you. He looks out the door to the snack table laid out for the game he wanted to watch before. "Would you...like to use the cherries now?" you asked stupefied. Beelzebub looks down smiling, "chains looked nice on you, MC" Picking you up with ease and pulling you into a kiss, we move back to the bed. Beelzebub grabs a few cherries and feeds them to you lovingly. He pops a stem in his mouth and ties it inside his mouth, sticking his tongue out cheekily. Almost as if planned as soon as his knot softened and you were pushing yourself up right, the cherry's curse activated leaving your arms tied behind you're back. Beel chuckles darkly and flips you over. He hums in dissatisfaction as he sees his cum drip out of you. He grabs center of the chains with his right hand and your inner hip with his left and thrusts inside you hard.

Mammon looks down sullenly. He scratches his eyebrow and sighs softly. "What even was that?" I ask between sobs. Mammon sits up straight again. "That's just kinda how it is when making a pact." I frown, not satisfied with that answer. "Explain!" The marks on my wrists glow softly. I stick my hands out, shaking on command in fear of feeling the pain again. "When making a pact with a demon," I look back at Mammon who looked uncomfortable as he spoke. "You're essentially connecting the soul of the demon to yourself. In order to have command of the demon you're soul then embeds some of itself into the will of the demon while also absorbing the demon's power." Mammon shifts again trying to resist my command. "If the human soul isn't able to handle the power, their souls can evaporate from existence, unable to pass on peacefully and, on occasion, have their entire existence erased from the world leaving no one able to remembering them." I glare at him, "You put me in danger." Mammon looks away, pursing his lips, "Yeah, well, you shouldn't expect too much from me." He seems slightly sullen, specifically saying himself instead of demons as a whole. "Get out." My wrists glow again. Standing up, Mammon does as told and leaves.

I sulk as I inspect my hands again. I touch the marks and cringe at the feeling. They were indented unsettlingly deep into my skin. I clench and release my fists in discomfort. Shifting and patting my pockets, I try feeling for my D.D.D. and find it missing. I go to turn on the lights to search for it, sniffling on occasion. I find it on the table next to the tissues Mammon had. Checking the time, I see it was already almost time to get up anyway, so I quickly grab some clothes and quietly go upstairs to the bathroom to shower and take care of myself. Fortunately by the time I hear thumping outside, letting me know the brothers have awoken, i had already finished what i needed. Quickly make my escape to my room, I steal a hairdryer to focus on drying my hair in my room and process everything thats happened. I can't help but wonder if the others knew this would happen, more specifically Lucifer, who must have known about Leviathan's plan. I eventually hear heavy footsteps go down the corridor along with some laughter and chatter. "...to an average..." I hear Asmodeus' voice say as he passes by my door, followed by Satan's mocking laughter. I make sure to stay quiet as they pass, dead set on not talking to them.

I ignore them deciding it better to familiarize myself with my D.D.D. while I wait to make my way over to class. I eventually find a app similar to Tiktok and doom-scrolling through to clear my mind. I hear their loud ruckus through the walls and grow a little spiteful at their apathy until I hear loud stomping come up the hall and stop at my door. My door slams open making me scream. Mammon look at me furiously and grabs my wrist harshly before dragging me out of my bed. I scream for him to stop when we reach the entrance of my room, my heart pounding as I look at him in fear. He immediately lets go of my arm. "Tell them that you asked to make the pact! I'm not the villain here!" I look down the hall and see Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Satan look at me blankly. Levi was also there; however, he slightly sunk into his seat, seeing my slightly puffy eyes. "Really, Lucifer is the one who should be blamed for this! Why'd he take my credit card away? I mean, let's be for real here! And for him to actually freeze Goldie! Was that his attempt at a dad joke?! 'Cause if it was, then it was totally lame!" I hear soft footsteps come down the hall and see Lucifer frowning at Mammon with a look of fury in his eyes. Mammon sees me look at something behind him and turns around to see Lucifer. "Is that so?"

Mammon shrieks in fear as Lucifer strikes him with a little more force than the first time I saw him do it, making Mammon hiss in pain. "Fuck! That actually hurt! What's your problem?!" Lucifer scowls at him. "Y'know, its actually so sad how stupid Mammon is." Asmodeous says with pity. I look over to them. Satan shakes his head, upset. "It really is a wonder how we got stuck with him as a brother." Mammon bares his teeth at them, "shut the hell up!" Lucifer interrupts their arguing, "MC, I heard about how you apparently outsmarted a certain dimwitted demon." Mammon snaps at him, "Don't start." Lucifer ignores him, "Your opponent may have been idiotic, but to make a pact with him a day after you've arrived is a real accomplishment." Lucifer smiles, "Well done. I imagine Diavolo will be pleased as well." He crosses his arms, "We'll continue to expect great things from you." I look at him with slight suspicion. Mammon huffs and stomps past Lucifer, clearly embarrassed and upset, "Whatever," he mumbles, "MC, we've got to get going. Hurry up." I pat myself to see if I have everything and follow him. Everyone silently watches us leave.

The walk to school was mostly quiet. Mammon was clearly upset from this morning's argument. "Fuck! Whats his deal. He can't go a minute without bringin' up Diavolo. like hop off it! He'd jump to his death if Diavolo told him to." He continues to mumble complaints to himself, kicking rocks, his hands in his pockets. He groans and looks over his shoulder at me. "Y'know what? Ever since you got here, it's been nothing but one bad thing after another." He looks back in front of him, sulking. "Let's get something straight. I'm not happy about making this useless pact with you. I was forced! Goldie was in danger. I couldn't just let her get hurt like that." I glare at the back of his head, "I couldn't give less of a damn, Mammon. Your family problems aren't any of my business. Don't take your anger out on me." I stop walking and look at him sternly. "Maybe if you didn't act like the world owed you something and actually took some responsibility for your actions, nobody would talk about you like you were a burden to society." Mammon stops in his tracks and turns to me; the atmosphere turns dark. "The hell you say?"

Mammon looks at me with bloodlust in his eyes. "Shut your fucking mouth." he spit out and starts walking towards me threateningly, "You're right, what goes on in my life ain't any of you're damn business. Don't think just 'cause you can give me commands you can go around acting all cocky." He stands in front of me and jabs my shoulder. "You don't know me. You don't own me." He bares his teeth at me. They're sharp like a mountain lion's. "I can still devour you." He stands tall. "I'll start from your legs so you won't run from me, then your arms so you can't fight back." I look darkly at him. "Kneel," I command. He kneels, "Shit!" I can see him try to move to no avail. "Stay," Mammon goes still. "You're all talk, Mammon, that's why no one takes you seriously." I move to lower his head so he bows for me. "You'll always be second best." Mammon stays quiet. "Stand." Mammon punches the pavement in anger breaking a crack in it and stands with his fist still clenched. I take the lead; a quiet rage fills me as we continue to walk in silence.

As I walk to class, I hear the whispers of other the demons around me. "Look at their hands," they whisper. "So it is true. The human forged a pact with Mammon." I clench my jaw as I stride past them with authority. I want them all to shut up. When I make it to class, I see Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer standing around my desk. I try to brighten, but it's hard with my sour mood. "Rumors...spread," I hear Barbatos say amongst the loud chatter. "Good...hard for..." Diavolo says. Finally making my way over, I greet them politely. Lucifer placed his hand to his chest to show his sincerity. "I'm sorry you had to see that this morning, MC." He frowns, "I see Mammon isn't doing well as a guardian, especially since he keeps leaving you to get to class on your own." Lucifer shakes his head disappointedly. 'thats the least of my worries,' i think to myself. I keep a friendly smile "It should be fine now with the pact," I state straightforwardly. "I'm impressed," Diavolo interjects, "to be able to forge a pact so quickly is no easy feat." Barbatos nods, "I suppose it stands as proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo." Human. I look to the side, hiding my annoyance. "I'm sorry to change the subject, but I just want to make sure about your position in all of this. You're...like a butler for Lord Diavolo, correct?" Barbatos smiles. It's eerie how he always smiles the exact same way. "I am a steward to Lord Diavolo. I am honored to be in such a position. I apologize for not mentioning it before." I shake my head. "It's not a problem."

"It really is a shame." Lucifer smiles down at Barbatos, "Barbatos here is a smart and talented individual. I'd trade my idiot brother for him if i could." I scratch the inside of my eyes. 'Why apologize for your actions if you're just going to continue your behavior?' I say internally. "Well, as said in the human world, a truly wise man does not flaunt his talents but instead keeps them secret," Barbatos states, giving Mammon the benefit of the doubt. "Of course, but an incompetent fool has no talent to begin with," Lucifer answers back. "Well, I've heard it said that the most thick-headed child is always the cutest." Diavolo smiles, but his scenario makes Lucifer scowl. "Stop, Diavolo. It's troublesome enough to have him as a younger brother, but my child? I don't even want to think of it." I hear footsteps approach us, "Ah, but I notice you didn't deny the part about him being cute, did you?" someone says. Looking back, a man with skin colored mocha and flashy, brightly colored clothes that drape over him, makes his way over. "If I might offer my opinion, out of you seven brothers, you're without a doubt the most troublesome, Lucifer." Lucifer raises a brow and crosses his arms. "Is that meant as a compliment, Simeon?" A small child with equally flashy clothes as Simeon's pushes his way in between everyone. "Puh! of course not! Duh! That was a put-down! An insult!" He puffs his cheeks out, fuming. "He's taunting you!"

Lucifer looks down on him. "Ah, I see you've brought your chihuahua along with you." The child groans in frustration. "I am NOT a chihuahua! How many times do I have to tell you that, demon?!" I can't help but smile and softly laugh at his tantrum. Watching him reminded me of my brother back home who was equally as easy to anger as the boy. Although, he wasn't as innocent with his words. "Well, what do you expect? I am a demon, after all." Lucifer points out a finger and shakes it in a playfully scolding manner, "Now then, stop yipping at me," Lucifer taunts. I hold back my laugh. "C'mere, boy...shake!" He holds out a hand for the boy to shake but merely making the boy stamp his feet angrily. "Who's a good boy?" Having had enough of his teasing, the boy speaks up, "Quit it!" I melt at his boyish whine. "Don't you make fun of me!" I shake my head in agreement. "And don't tell me to shake! I. Am. Not. A dog!" He huffs cutely. Diavolo turns to me with a bright smile. "Allow me to introduce you, MC." He motions to the unknown man. "This is Simeon. He's an exchange student from the Celestial Realm." He looks intently at me interested to see my reaction. "Which is to say, he's an angel." Simeon tilts his head and smiles at me welcomingly. "Well, hello, MC. I've heard a lot of rumors." Diavolo then motions down to the still quite upset boy. "And this is Luke." Diavolo raises his hand to his chin in thought. "Let's see, you're...a chihuahua, was it? Or are you an angel?"

Luke pouts as he looks up at Diavolo. "Wh..." he says sadly. "Diavolo, now you're getting in on the act, too?!" Luke furrows his brows, giving him a stern glare. "I am NOT a chihuahua! I'm an angel!" He throws his hands out in protest and points commandingly at everyone. "Listen up!" Luke folds his arms. "As you can probably tell, I'm a low-ranking angel." He sounds a bit saddened at the fact. "But I'll have you know that in the Celestial Realm I report directly to Michael, the Archangel, as—" Simeon cuts him off with a hand on his hips and a disappointed frown. "Luke, calm down. You need to learn not to make such a huge fuss about everything," Simeon scolds. Luke looks up at him, distraught, "But Simeon...!" he continues to whine. Lucifer nods, "He's right. That's exactly why people call you a chihuahua, you know?" I look at Luke sympathetically, knowing they make a point. Luke glares at Lucifer, "Usually the only one who calls me chihuahua is you, Lucifer!" Barbatos, although amused with the little debacle, interposes, "It's nearly time for the first bell to sound." Simeon looks over at the clock at the front of the room and turns back to nod understandingly, "Yes, you're right." Simeon turns to me with an apologetic smile, "I apologize for any trouble we've caused, MC." I shake my head, "No, it's fine. I was in a bad mood this morning; this definitely cheered me up." Diavolo smiles, "In any event, I'm relieved to see that things seem to be going well for you here." I give him an unsure look. Lucifer folds his arms; although almost unnoticeable, he looks a bit concered. "MC, look after Mammon for me, would you?" I look to the side indifferent, "As I remember it, Mammon was supposed to be the one looking after MC, correct?" Barbatos comments. Lucifer frowns at Barbatos slightly, "Yes, that's how I remember it as well. Your point?"