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Thankfully, strings were pulled and favors were called in. You guys didn't have to wait in the long line that wrapped around the building in the sweltering heat. You breezed right into the Devildom's most popular cafe and only had to wait for a table to be bussed.

The food looked amazing. Fresh and mouth-watering. Lucifer smirked at how you fawned over a simple sandwich when it was brought to your seat. It came with a tall, refreshing drink that bubbled perpetually and tasted like sweetened rhubarb.

There was just one thing out of place.

"Lucifer, they forgot my fries," you said.

There was an awkward pause while he chewed a mouthful of buttered bread. He stared at you while he did. You busied yourself looking for the missing fries (they weren't under your napkin) until he finally swallowed his food and said, "Go tell the waitstaff."

"I can't," you told him.

"Why not?"

"The servers all look really busy, and the host looks mad," you explained. It was mostly an excuse. The staff were busy running a full house, scurrying around like ants, carrying trays stacked high with plates of all sizes. They were all large, strong-looking demons. They reminded you of Beelzebub, before you knew him well.

"That's just how some demons look," Lucifer reassured you. "Go tell someone."

"Can't you tell them?" you asked.

"No. I know you can do it." Lucifer started buttering another roll. He must have fancied them.

You loudly exhaled through your nostrils and gave a gruff, "hmmph."

Lucifer did not care. Your little tantrum was amusing at best.

You tried to appeal with logic. "What if I go over there and the host eats me? Because I'm an annoying human? What are you gonna do then?"

"I am sitting right here," Lucifer said. "You are clearly with me. I'll be watching you. If they value this cafe and their lives, nobody will touch you."

You exclaimed, "If you'll be watching me, then you might as well just go talk to them for me!"

"You managed to form a pact with me, and yet you refuse to go tell a waiter that they forgot your fries?"

Lucifer had crumbs on his lip and you took solace in refusing to tell him about it. You hoped he would go home like that and everyone would make fun of him for having crumbs on his lip. Unfortunately, they were consumed with his next bite of food.

Dudessss idk if people even realize this is mammon when i post em LMFAOOOO

- Satan has developed a habit of full naming people when they talk over him, whether accidentally or on purpose, and then finishing whatever he was saying like nothing happened. He finds a surprising entertainment in the way people tense up when he does this. No one knows how he figures out everyone's full name.

- Mammon doesn't quite realize that calling you "my human" is more of a term of endearment in the human world, as if you were in a relationship. He sees it the same way as claiming a car or a snack as yours, rather than claiming you as his "partner". He realizes far too late what it's interpreted as, but he figures you're used to it by that point, so he continues to do it.

- Asmo has a habit of playing matchmaker for EVERYONE. The moment you tell him you have a crush on one of his brothers, he's going to judge your taste slightly, but he's going to make sure you can get that date, even if his brothers end up being a little dense (cough cough, Mammon). He's also the most likely to catch on to your crush on any of them before you even come to him for help. He's here for the gossip, and he has a secret album in his photos for pictures of you and your crush to give you on the wedding day.

- Levi was definitely into fnaf at some point, having ended up playing every game and gotten every ending. He will judge you based on your favorite game, but his favorite would be pizzaria simulator, entirely because of Henry's ending speech.

- Levi is also an achievement collector when he plays games, and he insists he needs to get every possible achievement or ending the game has. This has caused him to disappear into his room for a week straight on multiple occasions. The others have learned to just leave food outside his door.

- Messing with Lucifer is almost impossible, but the chances are never zero. Satan and Belphie will help you with any ideas you have though, and you will quickly be recruited into the anti-Lucifer league (I actually have no idea if that name in cannon or not) for doing so on their behalf. You are more likely to succeed than they are, and it's entirely because you're human.

- Some of the brothers actually have a tendency to forget that you're human, and therefore more fragile than they are. Beel has forgotten this while working out with you on multiple occasions, but he'll take you out for food afterwards to make sure you're okay. Asmo has also forgotten this, but it's more a matter of forgetting you do in fact need sleep and cannot stay up late at night like he can for gossip, not that he does so often anyway, but it does happen.

- Satan would actually be very happy to teach you anything you ask of him, surprising himself with how happy he got that you'd come to him for the help over his brothers. He'd definitely hold it over Lucifer's head that you trust him more to teach you.

- Satan also has a particular liking towards people who know a lot on specific subjects, or want to learn more about particular things. He finds it interesting to know what catches people's attention.

- Mammon is actually surprisingly good at math for someone who's consistently labelled dumb, although he doesn't realize he's good at math until it has to do with gambling and money making.

- Lucifer is incredibly particular about decorations for anything. He was the one to pick out the furniture and wall decorations for the house of lamentation, and any form of formal event gets decorations coordinated by Lucifer, with Diavolo's say of course. It bugs Lucifer a lot to have something not be level and even on every side. Satan and Belphie have both used this to mess with him a lot, tilting picture frames just slightly, moving tables a little to the left, turning furniture just enough for him to notice.

- Lucifer and Satan both have a pet peeve of people putting their feet up on tables or desks, something of which Mammon does A LOT. They've both told him time and time again, but Satan has stopped saying anything since Mammon told him he sounded like Lucifer. He now throws the closest thing that won't break at Mammon's head. It works a lot better than Lucifer telling him to stop, to which Satan takes pride in.

Thinking about Solomon (obey me) and finding solace in him.

You’re a human. You are literally taken without notice to the Devildom. Constantly facing threats one after another, almost dying, constant anger and harassment thrown at you…it never seems to end.

You, who ends up finding comfort in the arms of the sorcerer Solomon.

You’ve been told over and over not to trust him.

You don’t know if you should or not.

But what you do know is this, he’s been the first to offer you help. He’s saved you from Lucifer during the dance.

And in this world, so far away, he reminded you of home.

He reminds you of what it means to be human.

You said it to him one random night, very late into the night. He was watching a movie on TV that piqued your interest so you decided to stay. It was long, though. Demons have a different sense of time than humans do. Their movies can go on for hours and hours.

The film was interesting, no doubt about it, but your eyelids grew heavy and you began listing to the side. The spicy chips and savory snacks Beelzebub continued to offer did nothing to ward off exhaustion. His upper arm became your pillow as you sunk back into the couch cushions. At some point you even began snoring. It was hard to hear the movie.

The credits began rolling long past midnight.

Beelzebub whispered, "Hey."

He slightly wiggled his elbow until you raised your face, eyes half-closed. Your cheek was red from being pressed against his bicep, and his arm suddenly felt cold without you on it.

"Want me to carry you back to your room?" he offered. There was nobody with more experience carrying sleeping people than Beelzebub. He was proud of his skills.

You shook your head.

Beelzebub did not want to leave you in the living room. You deserved privacy and a chance to sleep in. He moved his arm again when he felt you slide against him, slumping your shoulder into his side and nuzzling your face back into sleeping position.

Beelzebub made an executive decision. "I'll take you back, let's go."

Part of a chip rolled onto the floor when he stood up. You toppled over onto the open couch seat with a cranky groan but didn't put up a fight when he scooped you into his arms.

"I wanna stay with you," you sighed, reluctant for your journey to the bedroom to end. Your legs dangled over his arm, occasionally bumping into each other. You grabbed the front of his shirt in a weak grip.

Beelzebub eyed you, tired and somewhat delirious in your current state. Defenseless.

"I don't think that's safe," he responded. Strong as you were, you were no match for him if you didn't have the mental clarity to wield your pact magic.

"But you make me feel safe," you replied, letting his shirt fabric fall through your fingers as you brought your hand down.

Beelzebub carried you down the hallway a little further and then slowed to a stop. A flush was spreading across his face. His stomach started doing flips and his muscles tensed.

Here was a demon, a fierce, malevolent entity with misdeeds so vile that history would only preserve them through terrified whispers. In his arms, a human. A being of skin and bones who was fated to last no more than a century. One wrong move in the Devildom and you were done for.

His heart felt like it was melting. The weight of your words was heavier than you were, weighing on his mind like a mountain of sand. Nobody had told him that in a very, very long time. Even for a demon. He made you feel safe. You made him feel a certain way, too. Though he couldn't put it into words as easily as you could.

Beelzebub brought you up higher and nestled you against his chest so he could rest his chin on your head. Your breathing was slow, so you must have dozed off again. Or maybe you were never fully awake to begin with.