maybe later

Power Dynamic

Possibly the most obvious, up-in-your-face issue about their relationship. Diavolo is the single most powerful demon in the Devildom and has the authority of an acting ruler. In addition, since many demons are still wary and/or prejudiced towards fallen angels, acting in their favour as the monarch would directly compromise Lucifer and his brothers' safety. That is the first point.

Second, Lucifer has sworn his eternal loyalty to Diavolo from the moment he fell. Not only does this create a strain in the relationship considering that Lucifer seemingly lacks autonomy in this arrangement, he was also backed into it because his sister was actively dying and he needed to save her. That wasn't the time for negotiations, and Diavolo's actions here are grey at best.

Now that I've laid those arguments out, what are the counters? Well, for one, despite the incredibly questionable and arguably cruel circumstances of their agreement, Lucifer himself has stated multiple times that he does not regret his decision. You could argue, he means that he does not regret saving his sister, he's not addressing the deal with Diavolo. And I would agree with you. But besides that, again, Lucifer has stated multiple times that he respects Diavolo, shares his worldviews, and his support for Diavolo is not against his will. (Lesson 15-7)

In fact, in the manga, the way Lucifer words his stance almost seems to imply that he would've ended up with Diavolo regardless of the circumstances. Regardless of circumstances, he is content to be where he is. He is content with what Diavolo has given him. Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, approval that's harder than gain than possibly most of the other cast except Thirteen, openly admits that he's content with the position he has at the moment and he does not hold resentment towards Diavolo for those reasons. Not only that, even if you wanted to argue that it was a front whenever he answered those specific questions, Lucifer himself has said unprompted that "[He] hopes Diavolo will always continue to need him." (Lesson 26/second Ferris wheel ride 1). That is not the words of someone who is doing it by force or duty.

And to explain Diavolo's perspective, although I agree that what he did was very low towards someone in Lucifer's position, from his perspective as the acting ruler makes perfect sense. If Diavolo reincarnated Lilith without having an official favour in return from Lucifer, a fallen angel, it would cause a political ruckus. He would've been defying the direct order of the Celestial Realm and risking an inter-realm war with absolutely nothing to gain in return. He could've risked internal rebellion, an assassination, multiple civil wars etc. and he still did by choosing to do what he did.

But on paper, he had Lucifer's loyalty as what he received in return. Lucifer's previous status as a seraphim, which is acknowledged by Barbatos himself in the Fall, is so incredibly high and renowned that having him pledge loyalty to Diavolo would be seen as a satisfactory bargaining chip.

In addition, even though Diavolo forced Lucifer under his command, he was also immediately elevated to a publically acknowledged political position as Diavolo's right hand and later as the Student Council Vice-President. In IDO, Lucifer is considered important enough in Diavolo's command to be considered for an arranged marriage to a noble family. He is far from a servant and he is leagues away from being treated as one. Lucifer in NB says himself that Diavolo has done everything asked for him—which you could argue might not have been a lot from Lucifer, but with all the crisis they were experiencing after the Fall, I'm sure Lucifer had to ask Diavolo for assistance in settling in. And the way Lucifer phrases it is very telling in and of itself, as if it pains him to ask even more.

Another thing I would like to point out is, though Diavolo shows no visible signs of distress and even laughs when he offers Lucifer the agreement, in NB during the demon king trials, he seems genuinely regretful about what he had to do as he's made to relive the memory (lesson 14). His action of taking Lucifer in is one he struggles with the most as a ruler. That is very telling in and of itself.

Unrequited Claims and Lucifer's Stance on the Relationship

This is the one argument that I've possibly never understood, but I will try viewing it through this perspective. Yes, Lucifer does seem rather impartial and indifferent towards Diavolo's advances and can seem uninterested through a certain lens. But this is applicable to everything he does, i.e., his character as a whole. Lucifer's sin is Pride, he struggles to be openly affectionate and communicate well with possibly everyone around him. He forces us to rely on subtext to discern his true opinions because he rarely ever admits something on his own (his respect for Diavolo and his love for MC are the only two things he admits on his own, interesting parallel). This is where so much miscommunication and misinterpretion of his character arises from, he's very subtle about it.

His care is buried in the little actions that he does and little things that he says. He makes a single moment memorable. The incident with him asking Diavolo to get Mammon that car, for example. He shows the same to Diavolo as well, most people are just unwilling to look deeper into those moments because of their own personal opinions and biases. In one of Diavolo's birthday events, Lucifer brings him his birthflowers (impersonal enough), but he also plays him a song on the piano. That in itself is a very intimate gift because he's not relying on something materialistic but rather something he actively creates.

But it stretches deeper, the song is one that Diavolo had heard in a cafe when they were out together. Key word, heard. Lucifer did not know the name of the song, he only heard it by ear, and because Diavolo offhandedly told him he liked the melody, Lucifer either (A) went through the effort of finding the sheet music to play for him on his birthday (B) listened to the whole song, kept it in his memory, practiced it and then gifted it to Diavolo. Lucifer is not the type of character to do this for someone he doesn't care about, this is the way he shows that he cares.

This is one of the incidents but there are many occasions where Lucifer has tipped us off that he genuinely cares about Diavolo. Even the whole S3 Diavolo got lost fiasco aside, because that could be interpreted as him being worried that the Devildom would descend into chaos over the absence of a ruler, Lucifer shows an evident fondness for all the non-consumable objects Diavolo has gifted him. Yes, he has huffed and puffed at receiving many of them as well, but he's also visibly upset when he loses the clock that Diavolo gifted him (a clock, that he could easily replace mind you), if I remember correctly he punishes Mammon for destroying a tree that Diavolo gifted him, and most of these incidents seem to suggest that's because he assigns emotional value to those gifts rather than fear that Diavolo will reprimand him because Diavolo has zero history of doing such a thing.

Referencing lesson 26 once more, Lucifer is one of the only characters who instantly notices that Diavolo's behaviour is odd when he's keeping a secret. Lucifer does this to a lot of people, I admit, but always those he cares about.

When there is a timeloop in one of the lessons while they're having tea together (lesson 34-B), Diavolo suggests that he wouldn't mind staying in it if he got to have tea with Lucifer, and Lucifer says he feels relaxed sitting with Diavolo even in the midst of a crisis. Lucifer does tell Diavolo not to joke about being stuck in that moment for eternity, but I think that's more of a testament to the fact that he has many he cares about in contrast to Diavolo whose main priority is Lucifer, than the fact that he would hate such a situation. And he also laughs immediately after.

To deny these incidents and suggest that Lucifer is somehow lying would be to take autonomy away from his character. Yes, unreliable narrator is an existing trope and characters are very well capable of lying, but when a character shows a pattern of doing something they have to have an underlying motive for doing it. It clearly isn't fear because he curses Diavolo in IDO, but even that aside, Lucifer has refused Diavolo on multiple occasions. He says no to many things that Diavolo suggests, him saying yes to some of them doesn't mean he was forced, it means he was alright with/wanted to do it. I'm tired of people taking away Lucifer's autonomy as a character and speaking for him when he's made his opinions on Diavolo crystal clear.

To conclude this portion, I'd like to clarify that this isn't me saying that dialuci is romantic by nature. It's explicitly to show that Lucifer cares about Diavolo—the issue of romanticism or platonicity is upto the viewer, and I completely understand why some people would choose to view it as platonic (from a diehard dialuci shipper).

How the Power Dynamic Affects Lucifer's Family

Now, the actual heavy portion. Diavolo's war with being a good leader vs supporting the brothers. One of the biggest strains on Diavolo and Lucifer's relationship is the fact that Diavolo will be forced to make the decision that is best for the Devildom, regardless of how it affects the brothers. Now, this isn't something that's always a problem, in fact Diavolo's desire for peace between the realms/races makes his decisions as a ruler favour the brothers most of the time. But when it does come to a head, it will be difficult.

The most glaring example of this is Lesson 16/Season 1 and the sentence for Belphie's 'treason'. Diavolo himself implies that he could see how being forced to choose between his loyalty to Diavolo and his family tore Lucifer apart inside—Lucifer was so incredibly tense and wary about Belphie's potential punishment for verbally suggesting that he would kill humanity and Diavolo that he locked his brother away for months. Verbal. Belphie hadn't actually done anything, and Lucifer barely attempted to have a heart to heart with him instead of just saying that he couldn't let Belphie do anything. We don't even know how Diavolo would've reacted if Lucifer hadn't imprisoned Belphegor first, but in the end, he does put him in chains (and I'm pretty sure this was before MC's death, though the timeline narrative is confusing) and put Lucifer on. House arrest. Ridiculous punishment so I'm breaking character but whatever. Treason.

My point is, this is where Diavolo and Lucifer's relationship faces an obstacle, if one of Lucifer's brothers were a threat to the realms in any way, Diavolo as a ruler would lock them away. This is kind of an odd part of Devildom politics because while Diavolo has the authority to do something of this magnitude over what barely qualifies as verbal assault, in NB the House of Lords are introduced which actively prevents him from passing many other justified and important legislations, and in IDO he's not able to protect Lucifer from an arranged marriage.

I feel as though that's where most gripes about Diavolo's character come in, especially those who favour Belphie, because if he was able to put Belphie in prison like he did then he should have the authority to protect the brothers in other situations as well without having to ask for someone else's permission. But I see this more as a writing flaw/quality going down rather than a problem with Diavolo's character, and not to mention, possibly making his struggles more 'viable' as a character.

We never do see how Diavolo and Lucifer resolve the aftermath of Lesson 16 and all the problems with their relationship, because the game wraps it up with a small timeskip and says happy ending. Again, an issue with the game itself, because it does the same thing with Belphegor and MC's relationship despite Belphegor literally strangling them to death. Twice at that. They shoved a lot of plot into those few lessons and it was too little time for them to actually process any trauma and talk about it, this goes for all of the brothers, MC and by extension I suppose Diavolo.

But the final point is, if you're willing to accept the game screwing over many other points of development from A to B and are still able to like B, then critising dialuci over this lesson is also futile. The B point, as demonstrated by the latter three seasons of the OG game, is that they are friends who care about each other.

Another thing I'd like to point out is that people who criticize dialuci rarely touch the mess that is the Celestial War and how it affected the brothers' relationship with the angels. Simeon regrets his choice, but he still lives in the celestial realm and regained his powers. The realm that wanted to erase Lilith from existence, and then killed her over one (1) immortal human that was dying, and then cast the brothers out of Heaven to fend for themselves despite their many years of faithful service and trust in "father." And what do the devs do in NB after telling us this? Imply that the brothers are willing to let Simeon and Luke into their homes after all of that. So yes, either accept everything the game says, or call everything bullshit because it is. Choosing selectively is a clear indicator of bias.

In the end, we're all a part of the same community here and I think standing together would be more beautiful than whatever conflict is trending at the moment.

Bonus

Here are screenshots of the "Diavolo disappeared" fiasco because I personally believe it to be a prime indicator of Lucifer caring.

Power Dynamic

Possibly the most obvious, up-in-your-face issue about their relationship. Diavolo is the single most powerful demon in the Devildom and has the authority of an acting ruler. In addition, since many demons are still wary and/or prejudiced towards fallen angels, acting in their favour as the monarch would directly compromise Lucifer and his brothers' safety. That is the first point.

Second, Lucifer has sworn his eternal loyalty to Diavolo from the moment he fell. Not only does this create a strain in the relationship considering that Lucifer seemingly lacks autonomy in this arrangement, he was also backed into it because his sister was actively dying and he needed to save her. That wasn't the time for negotiations, and Diavolo's actions here are grey at best.

Now that I've laid those arguments out, what are the counters? Well, for one, despite the incredibly questionable and arguably cruel circumstances of their agreement, Lucifer himself has stated multiple times that he does not regret his decision. You could argue, he means that he does not regret saving his sister, he's not addressing the deal with Diavolo. And I would agree with you. But besides that, again, Lucifer has stated multiple times that he respects Diavolo, shares his worldviews, and his support for Diavolo is not against his will. (Lesson 15-7)

In fact, in the manga, the way Lucifer words his stance almost seems to imply that he would've ended up with Diavolo regardless of the circumstances. Regardless of circumstances, he is content to be where he is. He is content with what Diavolo has given him. Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, approval that's harder than gain than possibly most of the other cast except Thirteen, openly admits that he's content with the position he has at the moment and he does not hold resentment towards Diavolo for those reasons. Not only that, even if you wanted to argue that it was a front whenever he answered those specific questions, Lucifer himself has said unprompted that "[He] hopes Diavolo will always continue to need him." (Lesson 26/second Ferris wheel ride 1). That is not the words of someone who is doing it by force or duty.

And to explain Diavolo's perspective, although I agree that what he did was very low towards someone in Lucifer's position, from his perspective as the acting ruler makes perfect sense. If Diavolo reincarnated Lilith without having an official favour in return from Lucifer, a fallen angel, it would cause a political ruckus. He would've been defying the direct order of the Celestial Realm and risking an inter-realm war with absolutely nothing to gain in return. He could've risked internal rebellion, an assassination, multiple civil wars etc. and he still did by choosing to do what he did.

But on paper, he had Lucifer's loyalty as what he received in return. Lucifer's previous status as a seraphim, which is acknowledged by Barbatos himself in the Fall, is so incredibly high and renowned that having him pledge loyalty to Diavolo would be seen as a satisfactory bargaining chip.

In addition, even though Diavolo forced Lucifer under his command, he was also immediately elevated to a publically acknowledged political position as Diavolo's right hand and later as the Student Council Vice-President. In IDO, Lucifer is considered important enough in Diavolo's command to be considered for an arranged marriage to a noble family. He is far from a servant and he is leagues away from being treated as one. Lucifer in NB says himself that Diavolo has done everything asked for him—which you could argue might not have been a lot from Lucifer, but with all the crisis they were experiencing after the Fall, I'm sure Lucifer had to ask Diavolo for assistance in settling in. And the way Lucifer phrases it is very telling in and of itself, as if it pains him to ask even more.

Another thing I would like to point out is, though Diavolo shows no visible signs of distress and even laughs when he offers Lucifer the agreement, in NB during the demon king trials, he seems genuinely regretful about what he had to do as he's made to relive the memory (lesson 14). His action of taking Lucifer in is one he struggles with the most as a ruler. That is very telling in and of itself.

Unrequited Claims and Lucifer's Stance on the Relationship

This is the one argument that I've possibly never understood, but I will try viewing it through this perspective. Yes, Lucifer does seem rather impartial and indifferent towards Diavolo's advances and can seem uninterested through a certain lens. But this is applicable to everything he does, i.e., his character as a whole. Lucifer's sin is Pride, he struggles to be openly affectionate and communicate well with possibly everyone around him. He forces us to rely on subtext to discern his true opinions because he rarely ever admits something on his own (his respect for Diavolo and his love for MC are the only two things he admits on his own, interesting parallel). This is where so much miscommunication and misinterpretion of his character arises from, he's very subtle about it.

His care is buried in the little actions that he does and little things that he says. He makes a single moment memorable. The incident with him asking Diavolo to get Mammon that car, for example. He shows the same to Diavolo as well, most people are just unwilling to look deeper into those moments because of their own personal opinions and biases. In one of Diavolo's birthday events, Lucifer brings him his birthflowers (impersonal enough), but he also plays him a song on the piano. That in itself is a very intimate gift because he's not relying on something materialistic but rather something he actively creates.

But it stretches deeper, the song is one that Diavolo had heard in a cafe when they were out together. Key word, heard. Lucifer did not know the name of the song, he only heard it by ear, and because Diavolo offhandedly told him he liked the melody, Lucifer either (A) went through the effort of finding the sheet music to play for him on his birthday (B) listened to the whole song, kept it in his memory, practiced it and then gifted it to Diavolo. Lucifer is not the type of character to do this for someone he doesn't care about, this is the way he shows that he cares.

This is one of the incidents but there are many occasions where Lucifer has tipped us off that he genuinely cares about Diavolo. Even the whole S3 Diavolo got lost fiasco aside, because that could be interpreted as him being worried that the Devildom would descend into chaos over the absence of a ruler, Lucifer shows an evident fondness for all the non-consumable objects Diavolo has gifted him. Yes, he has huffed and puffed at receiving many of them as well, but he's also visibly upset when he loses the clock that Diavolo gifted him (a clock, that he could easily replace mind you), if I remember correctly he punishes Mammon for destroying a tree that Diavolo gifted him, and most of these incidents seem to suggest that's because he assigns emotional value to those gifts rather than fear that Diavolo will reprimand him because Diavolo has zero history of doing such a thing.

Referencing lesson 26 once more, Lucifer is one of the only characters who instantly notices that Diavolo's behaviour is odd when he's keeping a secret. Lucifer does this to a lot of people, I admit, but always those he cares about.

When there is a timeloop in one of the lessons while they're having tea together (lesson 34-B), Diavolo suggests that he wouldn't mind staying in it if he got to have tea with Lucifer, and Lucifer says he feels relaxed sitting with Diavolo even in the midst of a crisis. Lucifer does tell Diavolo not to joke about being stuck in that moment for eternity, but I think that's more of a testament to the fact that he has many he cares about in contrast to Diavolo whose main priority is Lucifer, than the fact that he would hate such a situation. And he also laughs immediately after.

To deny these incidents and suggest that Lucifer is somehow lying would be to take autonomy away from his character. Yes, unreliable narrator is an existing trope and characters are very well capable of lying, but when a character shows a pattern of doing something they have to have an underlying motive for doing it. It clearly isn't fear because he curses Diavolo in IDO, but even that aside, Lucifer has refused Diavolo on multiple occasions. He says no to many things that Diavolo suggests, him saying yes to some of them doesn't mean he was forced, it means he was alright with/wanted to do it. I'm tired of people taking away Lucifer's autonomy as a character and speaking for him when he's made his opinions on Diavolo crystal clear.

To conclude this portion, I'd like to clarify that this isn't me saying that dialuci is romantic by nature. It's explicitly to show that Lucifer cares about Diavolo—the issue of romanticism or platonicity is upto the viewer, and I completely understand why some people would choose to view it as platonic (from a diehard dialuci shipper).

How the Power Dynamic Affects Lucifer's Family

Now, the actual heavy portion. Diavolo's war with being a good leader vs supporting the brothers. One of the biggest strains on Diavolo and Lucifer's relationship is the fact that Diavolo will be forced to make the decision that is best for the Devildom, regardless of how it affects the brothers. Now, this isn't something that's always a problem, in fact Diavolo's desire for peace between the realms/races makes his decisions as a ruler favour the brothers most of the time. But when it does come to a head, it will be difficult.

The most glaring example of this is Lesson 16/Season 1 and the sentence for Belphie's 'treason'. Diavolo himself implies that he could see how being forced to choose between his loyalty to Diavolo and his family tore Lucifer apart inside—Lucifer was so incredibly tense and wary about Belphie's potential punishment for verbally suggesting that he would kill humanity and Diavolo that he locked his brother away for months. Verbal. Belphie hadn't actually done anything, and Lucifer barely attempted to have a heart to heart with him instead of just saying that he couldn't let Belphie do anything. We don't even know how Diavolo would've reacted if Lucifer hadn't imprisoned Belphegor first, but in the end, he does put him in chains (and I'm pretty sure this was before MC's death, though the timeline narrative is confusing) and put Lucifer on. House arrest. Ridiculous punishment so I'm breaking character but whatever. Treason.

My point is, this is where Diavolo and Lucifer's relationship faces an obstacle, if one of Lucifer's brothers were a threat to the realms in any way, Diavolo as a ruler would lock them away. This is kind of an odd part of Devildom politics because while Diavolo has the authority to do something of this magnitude over what barely qualifies as verbal assault, in NB the House of Lords are introduced which actively prevents him from passing many other justified and important legislations, and in IDO he's not able to protect Lucifer from an arranged marriage.

I feel as though that's where most gripes about Diavolo's character come in, especially those who favour Belphie, because if he was able to put Belphie in prison like he did then he should have the authority to protect the brothers in other situations as well without having to ask for someone else's permission. But I see this more as a writing flaw/quality going down rather than a problem with Diavolo's character, and not to mention, possibly making his struggles more 'viable' as a character.

We never do see how Diavolo and Lucifer resolve the aftermath of Lesson 16 and all the problems with their relationship, because the game wraps it up with a small timeskip and says happy ending. Again, an issue with the game itself, because it does the same thing with Belphegor and MC's relationship despite Belphegor literally strangling them to death. Twice at that. They shoved a lot of plot into those few lessons and it was too little time for them to actually process any trauma and talk about it, this goes for all of the brothers, MC and by extension I suppose Diavolo.

But the final point is, if you're willing to accept the game screwing over many other points of development from A to B and are still able to like B, then critising dialuci over this lesson is also futile. The B point, as demonstrated by the latter three seasons of the OG game, is that they are friends who care about each other.

Another thing I'd like to point out is that people who criticize dialuci rarely touch the mess that is the Celestial War and how it affected the brothers' relationship with the angels. Simeon regrets his choice, but he still lives in the celestial realm and regained his powers. The realm that wanted to erase Lilith from existence, and then killed her over one (1) immortal human that was dying, and then cast the brothers out of Heaven to fend for themselves despite their many years of faithful service and trust in "father." And what do the devs do in NB after telling us this? Imply that the brothers are willing to let Simeon and Luke into their homes after all of that. So yes, either accept everything the game says, or call everything bullshit because it is. Choosing selectively is a clear indicator of bias.

In the end, we're all a part of the same community here and I think standing together would be more beautiful than whatever conflict is trending at the moment.

Bonus

Here are screenshots of the "Diavolo disappeared" fiasco because I personally believe it to be a prime indicator of Lucifer caring.

His loss of self and newfound resentment puts an immense strain on their relationship, if it can still be called one. Lucifer distances himself as far as the nature of his work will allow, speaking when commanded and not a moment more. If he wants a slave, he can have one. One that follows his orders, but only when issued. His only demand was clear – don’t touch my brothers. But Diavolo is free to do whatever he likes to Lucifer.

He never does.

He wants absolutely nothing to do with Diavolo and his brothers keep him plenty occupied. Whatever relationship they once had is now fractured beyond repair, and Lucifer is nothing if not bitter. He shuts down every attempt at communication and declines every offer, gift and compliment, snapping when he is pushed too far. For the most part, Diavolo seems to know his limits, but sometimes he pushes with intention. In these times, each sentence exchanged is the cross of a sword and Lucifer can see the exhilaration in Diavolo’s eyes.

He loathes that it’s the only thing that makes him feel alive again.

Despite his personal issues, Lucifer executes every task he is given flawlessly. He swore an oath and he intends to keep it, both by principle and for duty. It isn’t much of a surprise when his involvement with the prince’s affairs fosters a respect for his cause. He can appreciate someone’s work from afar, despite their differences. Diavolo, miraculously, succeeds in establishing the exchange program with Lucifer by his side. His brothers adjust to their new lives and do not require help anymore, leaving him unoccupied and empty. But he cannot stand to be idle, it leaves room for unwanted thoughts and fears. And so he devotes most of his time to helping Diavolo; the forced proximity is preferable to the recurring nightmares.

The transition starts gradually, as all things do in their long lifetime. Eventually, Lucifer becomes tired of being angry. Especially since it seems to amuse Diavolo. He accepts his new reality. His jaw doesn’t clench everytime the prince asks him a question and he often fires right back with no underlying ire. Ironically, they start arguing more, but it doesn’t leave him nearly as fuming as their previous, ‘cordial’ exchanges. He begins accepting Diavolo’s invitations and they compete with words and looks to see who comes out on top. It varies more often than he likes.

This much, he expects. He has never had the intention of plotting Diavolo’s demise for the rest of his life.

What he doesn’t expect is to grow fond. Despite their amply satisfactory relationship, Diavolo is greedy. He never ceases his attempts to win Lucifer over, and seems to double down on them. Lucifer doesn’t understand why he is so interested in a pawn he has already conquered, and the idea that he sees the fallen angel as a trophy to be collected makes him angry, so he tries not to dwell on it. He isn’t foolish enough to believe that the Demon Prince is capable of affection, but perhaps he maintains a front by treating his few close companions well. Acts warm and friendly to distract people from the underlying darkness. Diavolo is an excellent manipulator.

The worst part? Lucifer watches himself fall for it.

He craves the feeling of being needed and Diavolo is the perfect solution. He holds the future king’s kingdom together and everyone knows it, Diavolo especially.

The demon in him preens at the attention, it demands he sink his fangs into the prince’s neck and tear him apart. Break his ribcage open and feast on his heart. And it goes absolutely feral when they dance a little too close to each other and he sees the same desire reflected back in gold. It doesn’t help that Diavolo remains the single most attractive person he has seen. He hates every second of it, dancing with the devil himself.

Diavolo, for his part, does everything in his power to make it harder for him. He is actively involved in every step to breaking Lucifer’s willpower down. He coaxes it, encourages it. He doesn’t even attempt to hide the seduction. He is a demon through and through and Lucifer wants to drag him in by the lapels and kiss him on his stupid fucking mouth until his lips bleed. But he doesn’t force Lucifer, he knows better than to. They have come beyond simple pleasure.

“You fight so passionately.” Diavolo remarks one day over a duel, pushing back his sweaty strands of hair. “It almost feels like we’re-”

He knocks the prince off balance with one well-aimed strike.

“Sparring?” Lucifer responds, smiling thinly. He cannot allow himself to think of it in any other manner. “Yes. Yes, we are.”

“It reminds me of the Celestial War, you fought with such vigour.” Diavolo says, and Lucifer frowns. Was he watching? “I’m glad to see that your form has mostly remained the same.”

“Mostly?” He repeats, idly examining the fact that Diavolo apparently knew of his fighting methods despite never having fought him before.

“It’s become far more pleasing to the eye, of course.”

Their swords clash and Lucifer glares, their faces inches away from each other and panting breaths intermingling. His eyes drop to Diavolo’s lips of their own accord, darting back and forth between golden eyes and gloss.

“You…are…infuriating.”

Diavolo grins and tilts his head in challenge.

“Am I?” He feigns, “I’d love to hear all about it.”

It takes every single ounce of his willpower to walk away that night.

But that isn’t even the worst of it. No, the worst of it is that time heals their fractured relationship; and soon Diavolo hugs him in greeting and kisses his knuckles and sleeps on his shoulder, and in none of it does Lucifer find an inkling of ill intent or ulterior motives. He knows because he learns to recognise Diavolo’s ticks until they become part of his own; the crinkle of his eyes before he proposes the next ridiculous idea, the slight downturn of his lips when things aren’t going as planned, the subtle haze in his expression which indicates that he isn’t listening to a word Lucifer is saying.

They have tea everyday. They go out together and work together and duel each other. They begin sharing; rooms and clothes and beds and stories. Scars and battles and bleeding wounds. He doesn’t know how to even begin telling his brothers. They communicate through glances alone and nobody else understands. They weave a language only they can understand and if Diavolo decides to stop speaking it, a part of him will go unheard forever.

More time.

Fifty years.

A hundred.

The prince follows through on his plans for uniting the realms. The prospect doesn’t please Lucifer in the slightest, not when he tastes blood at the very thought of seeing Heaven again. He bites it back and nods, acutely aware of the contract that shackles his wrists and labels him a servant. Naturally, it drives a wedge between them. He hates Diavolo’s invasive questioning and false concern, what used to look soft goes back to being mocking. His brothers take it the worst, levelling each other with helpless gazes when they realise there is no alternative. Some more than others.

“COWARD!” Belphegor screeches from the cracked floors, straining against the fierce blue glow of his magic. “How could you do this to your own brother?!”

“I cannot allow you to interfere with the humans.” Lucifer states calmly, “For both our sakes.”

“You mean for Diavolo’s sake!” Belphie spits, tail swinging wildly. “You disgust me! I never thought you’d have fallen so far, Lucifer, going against the very family you fought to protect for some cold blooded royal! What will you tell the others?! What will you tell Beel?”

Lucifer takes a deep breath.

“You will be executed.” He bites, as harsh as the sentence he will be forced to witness if he doesn’t step in. “You should know how the Devildom’s courts work by now. There will be no mercy, Belphegor, this is treason. I’m not letting you out until you’ve come to your senses.”

I can’t lose you.

Belphie ignores him, hissing and clicking his jaw. The adrenaline is beginning to wear out and there is a wet sheen to his eyes, his struggle tapering out. Lucifer’s heart clenches, but he’d take inflecting the pain over watching them die. It is his responsibility.

“I can’t believe you’re choosing him over us.” His voice cracks, becoming increasingly more frenzied at Lucifer’s silence. “You love him, is that it?! Has he claimed you for everything you’re worth?! Every thing you do, every word you say, for him! Are you incapable of thinking for yourself, Lucifer?”

Lucifer drops the chains and locks the last enchantment in place.

“I hope you change your mind.”

Belphegor seems enraged anew.

“You will burn with him.”

Lucifer starts feeling inclined to believe it.

Everything goes wrong. Because nothing has ever been easy. If their relationship was a fragile thread in a thunderstorm, Belphegor’s imprisonment is the stress that breaks it. Lucifer feels fear unlike anything before in his life and it colours his every little action. He knows better than to believe that Heaven was more forgiving than Hell, their cruelty merely comes in different shades. It was only a matter of time before they became outcasts in another realm. He’s lost so much, and fought so hard, but ultimately he knows that there is no land where his siblings will be accepted. And despite everything he has with Diavolo, he knows that when it comes down to it…the choice is between him and the Devildom.

And Lucifer has never once been chosen.

Chapter 1

Pairing : Diavolo/Lucifer | Rating : Not Explicit | Word Count : 1.7k

It is nigh impossible to pinpoint where it happened.

Lucifer has lived for millennia; he has witnessed the rise and fall of countless cosmic dynasties and the stars themselves. He has watched the creation of every other angel and every other stumbling step of humanity, from the kin who now stand at his side to the souls that inhabit the Heavens. Has sunk his fingers into every land and drank from every spring and seen everything there is to know. He is intimately acquainted with the intricacies of the world, his first and true companion. The collision that shakes the realms and the evolution of demons do not faze him, the polarity is almost anticipated.

He does.

The meeting is laughably uneventful and his first thought upon catching golden eyes is ‘another one?’. Demon politics are a lot more chaotic than Heaven’s, kings and queens falling as quickly as they emerge from burnt earth and brimstone. Assassinations, mysterious illnesses, rebellion. He doesn’t expect any more of the latest Prince of Sinners, not with his apparent pure-blooded nature. In fact, Lucifer speculates that he will fall even faster. Greed and violence never yielded a good leader.

Diavolo opens his mouth and destroys his world views in an instant. He challenges God and apologizes for being late in the same breath, converses with angels as if there isn’t a world of divide between them. He addresses Lucifer by name, a privilege that even his brothers weren’t granted (not that they cared), and at the end of it all he walks away with the entire Underworld in his grasp. Lucifer is too shook to be offended. Too curious to be appalled. It starts there, he knows, a whirlwind of internal conflict and a war that tears the Heavens apart, but even after all this time he cannot fathom the end. He doesn’t even know if there is one.

But one thing he is certain of – they were destined to meet. The natural way it flows almost sickens him. It should be anything but, they are on opposing ends of the scale, polar extremities. Enemies. Distrust should breed discomfort, but he feels curiosity. He fantasises things he has never spared a second thought for. He learns what temptation feels like, something as innocuous as desiring more instead of accepting his creator’s divine will. Visions plague his sleep and he comes to the horrifying realisation that they are dreams.

Their diplomatic relations improve tremendously, for two lands so diametrically opposed. They go from war at sight to prickly – albeit tolerant – discussions. They seem to always miraculously include him, even when there are better things to do. Lucifer goes, in the name of duty. The forbidden line between their lands blurs until traversing it becomes part of his routine. Diavolo always finds an excuse to keep them longer; chess, tea, opera, conversation, it almost becomes second nature with the prince of Hell. He never forgets, never forgets the cold blooded demon lurking beneath the prince’s smiling façade, the one that watches tortured souls with a sinful delight and feasts on suffering, but he finds it disturbing how easily it becomes forgettable.

He doesn’t take notice of it at first, but he commits the greatest sin an angel could against their creator. Slowly, but surely…

He begins to doubt.

It is a slithering, ugly thing, masquerading as one more innocent question at the end of Father’s words. Why? A faint whisper in the back of his mind, crushed by his loyalty before it even birthed a thought. He sweeps the filth from his subconscious meticulously, but it grows. It grows with each fledgling sentenced, each trial that seems unjust, each Rite of Passage with dozens of failed angels. He doesn’t mean to, he only thinks they could do better. He's only trying to help, with loose suggestions and long audiences. Which is why he doesn’t understand when he starts getting ignored. Excluded.

The creator of the realms may be busy, They may be carving the entire world’s fate in the palm of Their hand, but denying Their first child?

(Unheard of.)

…He supposes there is a first for everything.

On the dawn of another failed audience, Lucifer begrudgingly accepts an invitation to the Devildom. He doesn’t realise — or perhaps he didn’t care — that he is the sole guest until he is standing alone in the dim lights of the Demon Lord’s castle, for once entirely stranded with the ruler of hell and acutely aware of every hair that rises on the back of his neck. His butler is nowhere to be seen. They are matched in power, and Lucifer is decades older, but there is a shift. It doesn’t seem malicious, but really, which evil does? They all come as the highest form of beauty you can comprehend.

Diavolo holds his hand out and Lucifer takes it, if only to level the playing field. To remind himself that even Sin itself is tangible, he is staring into its eyes, and he could destroy it if he so pleased. The resulting electric tingle does the opposite of helping. He is led rather innocently into the Royal Gardens, with a deceptively soft grip and enthused smile. They arrive at nowhere in particular.

Lucifer stares.

He, quite frankly, cannot think of a better response. Diavolo gauges his reaction carefully, honey eyes glittering in anticipation. He thinks very carefully, considering their long history and intricate customs, and eventually decides to throw it out the window.

“What is this?” He asks simply, though it sounds more confused than demanding.

Diavolo reaches an arm up into the leaves in place of a response, leathery wings fluttering and exposed muscles flexing to pluck a fruit out of the high hanging foliage. Lucifer stares a bit too long before diverting his attention to the object. It is blood red, outshone only by Diavolo’s own lustrous hair, glistening alluringly in the pale moonlight. The prince holds it out in offering, tilting his head.

“You told me you liked apples.”

Lucifer takes a moment to remember. He had barely mentioned the detail in passing. Their fingers brush as Lucifer takes it for inspection, running his thumb over the ruby like fruit. It isn’t as golden or bright as the apples at home, but he…quite likes the shade. He thinks he’ll choose it for Asmo to paint on his nails, since his brother is so adamant on that human custom.

“I wasn’t aware that they existed in the Devildom.” He muses, quiet. As far as he was aware, apples only belonged to Heaven and Eden. So starkly different from one another.

Diavolo pauses. He seems to consider his next words very carefully.

“…Not naturally.”

Oh.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow.

“You had someone fetch it for you, I presume.” He responds, idly. He doesn’t even think much about the words. But he likes being listened to for the sake of it, for once.

“Hm? No.” Diavolo denies, drawing Lucifer from his thoughts. “I found and planted it myself.”

…He can’t be serious.

The Rulers of the Realms have millions of responsibilities to attend to, as infinite as the stars themselves. While demons tend to indulge themselves in sin and leisure, they still uphold the unspoken rule. Rulers did not partake in activities they considered beneath them.

Apparently, this one didn’t consider gardening as one of those activities.

Lucifer casts a shrewd gaze around the garden, humming to himself. The other trees are meticulously trimmed, insect-free and pruned accordingly. The apple tree…it almost looked wild, despite being the least lethal variety here. But it looked…free, branches swaying precariously in the howling night air.

“This is the only one you cared for.” He observes.

“It is.” Diavolo confirms.

Well, then that begs the question. A demon prince going out of his way to tend to a single tree isn’t a love for gardening, it is...a love for…

“Why?”

Diavolo seems confused. Lucifer can place its genuinity, so he waits.

“…You told me you liked apples.” He repeats, and a beat passes before Lucifer’s eyes widen in recognition.

…Oh.

An unfamiliar feeling blossoms in his chest.

Lucifer tosses it back to Diavolo and gives a simple excuse in return. Diavolo’s eyes burn him where he stands and there is the slightest hint of a smile on his lips, but not in fury at being rejected. Thrill. Of course…the privileged always love a chase.

Offering an angel the forbidden fruit, hm?

How very…him.

Lucifer supposes it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, he bites into the metaphorical apple when the time comes, after all. It tastes like blood and bile and devastating loss.

The loss of his divinity comes with a myriad of complicated emotions. His soul shatters into a million tiny fragments and a part of him dies at the oath. The parts that survive grow fragile and mortal, aching with sorrow and craving for comfort. He is scarred, scarred beyond comprehension. All his life, dedicated and loyal at his creator’s side. Cast away the moment he dared to question.

His fist clenches.

His creation flinches and digs its claws deeper into his chest, into the flesh above a heart that beats too fast and too free. The manifestation of his wrath, his hatred, his imperfections and his insolence against the word of God. One that split the skies and shook the earth.

WRATH.

He stares down at it with a loathing tenfold, cradling it closer to his breast when it whimpers.

Adversary.

But are you talking to him or yourself?

He cries, perhaps for the first time in his life. He sobs and hiccups and wails, sounding more grotesque than a dying banshee. It is pathetic, unbefitting of an angel, but he isn’t one. Trembling fingers trace the stems at his back– he is a monster. A disfigured, disgraced monstrosity. And all for nothing, because the one he sought to protect died before his very eyes. He let her.

Of course…of course the demon of his nightmares arrives with an offer he can’t refuse. His sister, reborn with the measly lifespan of a human…but happy. Safe. Alive, and not dead by his own wretched hands. He could either let them both die, or both live. One with a new life, and the other as a slave.

Of course he takes it, and seals his fate in stone.

The flames of her sword quieten with the taste of blood, her ears still ringing with the final cry of a slain beast. Diavolo closes her eyes and swallows down the overwhelming scent of iron, phantoms of rot clinging to her bloodied skin. He had her slaughter a dragon. A maragni dragon. The creature whose blood flows through her veins, whose scales she bears and whose horns crown her head.

Diavolo is a demon. This is far from the cruelest thing she’s experienced.

And yet…

She takes a deep breath and steels her shoulders. This is her duty. The times she’s questioned her own capability are plenty, but she knows in her heart that there is no one else to bear this burden. And there never will be; not when her successor emerges nor when the endless flow of time ceases. This struggle is hers alone.

For the Devildom.

But hasn’t she already done enough?

The sight of the Mausoleum is concerning in and of itself, but even more so with its resounding emptiness. There is no one to greet her with applause, not a single cheer. Only the cold, utter silence of the ever-watching crypts. Diavolo clenches her sword tighter, breathing heavily from exertion. There are no trustworthy records of these tests, for it is unique to each ruler’s circumstances. They begin at the Mausoleum, but end “where the heart longs for the most.”

Diavolo has longed for many things, but none of them have ever had a place to call home.

And far be it from her to believe that the trials are over. No, that would’ve been a bit too simple. And nothing ever comes easy.

“Diavolo.”

The princess turns in an instant, heart skipping a beat at the familiar deep timbre. She knows the rhythm of the following footsteps painfully well. Featherlight, elegant and purposeful.

“…Lucifer.” She returns, caution resurfacing. Things aren’t what they seem within the Mausoleum’s maw.

And her dearest would be the perfect bait.

The dim candlelight gradually illuminates Lucifer’s features as she draws closer, crimson eyes flickering with something like approval. She puts a hand to her chest and bows, the mannerisms identical to her Lucifer. Despite herself, Diavolo relaxes in her presence.

“It’s awfully quiet in here.” Diavolo edges, careful. Some irrational part of her is pained at distrusting Lucifer.

“The location of your return was unforeseen.” Lucifer explains, straightening and striding closer. “Though I had faith you’d be able to handle yourself no matter the situation, I stayed to ensure that no…unwelcome parties enter the Mausoleum.”

That is a very Lucifer thing to do.

“I do hope you weren’t troubled much, then.” She replies idly, giving Lucifer’s form a once-over by instinct. Flawless as always. The demon in question holds her head higher, eyes narrowing slyly.

“You didn’t think anyone would truly dare, did you?”

Diavolo chuckles lightly, tension fading from her shoulders. Lucifer’s lips quirk ever so slightly in response. Avatar of Pride indeed.

It’s…nice.

Truthfully, it has been a while since they have talked beyond duty. With each passing day that leads to her coronation, she seems to lose another good part of her life. Her crown has been the only constant throughout the years; though she would rather have it be something else. Someone else.

How strange to think that a being with the three worlds at their fingertips would sacrifice everything for love.

“Where are the other nobles?” The princess diverts instead, chest stirring with an odd unrest. She cannot afford to let her guard down. “They seemed to have a lot to say about me before this, I’d have assumed they wanted to see.”

“Stationed around the Capital at their respective posts.” Lucifer answers, tone slipping into that distinct sense of formality that she knows well. It shouldn’t be surprising, but…Diavolo supposes she expected something less impersonal. They’ve been at each other’s sides for a millennia now. “Barbatos and my sisters are managing the capital. The court has been quite lively in the weeks of your absence.”

Diavolo frowns.

“Weeks?”

It couldn’t have been–

“You did take a bit longer than expected.” Lucifer hums in thought, before her gaze becomes vividly discerning. Diavolo’s skin prickles. It shouldn’t have taken that long, she was mindful of the duration the entire time. “But you’re alright now, are you not?”

Diavolo blinks in surprise at the question, faltering slightly. Her well-being probably isn’t what Lucifer means, but…

She doesn’t remember the last time someone asked.

“I…” She trails off, voice coming out softer than intended. “…am, yes.”

“Enough of that, then.” Lucifer dismisses, taking a single step closer.

A step too close.

Her mind is still blanketed in a dreamlike haze, dulling her senses to the point that she doesn’t notice until they’re nearly chest to chest. The second Lucifer’s hand settles over hers, clarity returns at an overwhelming rate. The world comes into focus with razor sharp detail, each particle in the air attuned to her state of being. There is no grand epiphany, but the ancient power beneath her skin thrums in contentment. Diavolo takes a sharp breath, suddenly feeling disoriented. The realisation occurs to her in a single, surreal moment.

It is over.

“You made it.” Lucifer says, something dangerously close to warmth in her voice.

She did.

For centuries Diavolo’s agonised over this moment — trained until her limbs fell numb, until her strength gave out, until the only thing she could feel was the rush of blood in her ears and the raw power flowing through her veins. Her dreams fell prey to uncertainty, feeding off of the ever-present, festering doubts in her heart. In a time where belief was a currency that she wasn’t spared, the trials were her only opportunity to prove herself worthy of the throne. The only opportunity to prove that her existence wasn’t meaningless.

“Aren’t you glad?”

…But what comes now?

She feels no sense of accomplishment, no gratification for all the time and pain that was taken from her. She’s waited for so long for this moment to define her future, yet now that it is here, everything seems more uncertain than ever. More questions than answers, more fears than assurances. It brings her no closer to understanding what it means to be a ruler. It doesn’t bring her closer to understanding anything at all. There is only a cold well of emptiness where her epiphany should’ve been.

Even with all the knowledge in the three worlds…

How does one begin to live when they’ve spent their entire life fighting to survive?

Perhaps her father was right after all. Perhaps she doesn’t have what it takes.

“It’s certainly progress.” Diavolo says finally, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “My position in court has been officialised. We can pass the reformed laws under my jurisdiction–”

“You’re dissatisfied.” Lucifer interjects, sharp gaze piercing through her façade with ease. She doesn’t elaborate — it isn’t necessary. Diavolo doesn’t know whether to laugh or sob. Of course Lucifer would notice. Though she may not seem it, she’s always been good at seeing right through to the princess’s core. A trait that would’ve been unnerving to anyone else, but only made her all the more perfect to Diavolo.

And after all her years of faithful service, her steadfast companionship, Lucifer deserves more than just half truths and omissions.

“I suppose it feels…a little underwhelming.” Diavolo confesses, staring at the hilt of her sword. She can’t quite bring herself to look Lucifer in the eyes; saying it aloud makes it seem frivolous. What sort of Queen seeks self-gratification over duty? “Though that is nothing of importance. I’m glad that this will no longer be a hindrance to my rule.”

There’s a long beat of silence where the fallen angel seems to wait for more, but Diavolo remains quiet. Talking any more will only give her away.

“You should know better than to use those paltry deflections on me.” Lucifer admonishes regardless, sighing. “If it were truly nothing important, you wouldn’t be thinking about it at all.”

That…is true. She should give up these pointless thoughts and focus on what truly matters. A Queen’s wishes are always second to her realm’s, and those as trivial as hers aren’t worthy of acknowledgement.

“You aren’t mistaken…”

“Which means it is important to you.” Lucifer determines instead, walking the complete opposite direction of her expectations. “And what is important to you, is important to me.”

…Oh.

“That needn’t be true.” Diavolo turns away, ignoring the warmth that spreads through her chest. Such touching words, but she’d never want it to come from compulsion. That would mean she failed as both a leader and a friend. “You are your own person, with your own wishes and interests. Not mine. Your duty to me doesn’t take that away. I’d never ask that of you.”

She almost forgets that their hands are intertwined until Lucifer squeezes hers slightly.

“And if you respect me as a person, you’ll know that I choose to prioritise your interests.” Lucifer states, tone gentle yet firm. Diavolo can’t find it in herself to oppose. “Because you deserve to be happy. I want to see you happy.”

…Enough.

When Diavolo stepped foot into this maze of peril, she was prepared for infinite possibilities of challenge. Ruthlessness is the lifeblood of demons, she would be amiss to expect any less from the resting place of their rulers. But now, it feels as though her judgement was mistaken. In her pursuit of training against unfathomable cruelties, she’d forgotten the simplest one of all.

The act of showing someone their greatest desire, knowing they are never destined to have it.

“We should leave.” Diavolo averts, chest tightening. “The court will want to hear our status.”

Lucifer doesn’t move. Perhaps because the illusion around them would crumble the second they left its source.

“What do you want, Diavolo?”

…Nothing that I can have.

Diavolo stills at the cool press of lips against hers, gentle but firm. Her grip weakens from surprise, sword slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor. For a moment, she forgets everything — duty, restraint, consequences. Nothing else matters. Lucifer tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the touch so devastatingly soft that she forgets to breathe. She holds Diavolo as if she’s something precious to her; something worth loving.

When they separate, Diavolo musters a pained smile. Her eyes burn terribly.

“I should’ve known.” She says. There is no anger in her voice, only a soft resignation. The impersonator tilts her head, seemingly curious.

“Haven’t you known all along?”

Diavolo closes her eyes, breath wavering.

“I didn’t want to believe it.” She whispers, like admitting a guilty secret. “But there are some things that I’m simply not meant for. No matter how desperately I wish otherwise.”

The entity hums, eyes calculating. It’s incredible how much of a difference the act makes, despite wearing the same skin. Diavolo would never mistake this for her Lucifer.

“That knowledge will serve you well.” It approves, before dropping its voice to that painfully familiar softness and caressing Diavolo’s cheek. Despite herself, she leans into it. “But there’s no harm in pretending, is there?”

And maybe it is a test. Maybe she is meant to refuse. But when her body acts before her mind and she’s holding something that’s so terribly Lucifer in her arms, she can’t quite bring herself to care.

“There are…so many things I’ve wanted to tell her.” Diavolo breathes, fingers clenching in the fabric of Lucifer’s suit. “Would you mind…?”

Diavolo has enough self awareness to know that she’s the only person in this entire realm that’d willingly give up ammunition to a potential foe. She’s also too powerful to be bothered.

A moment passes in silence before she receives her answer.

“Speak then, Queen of the forsaken.”

From the moment she met Lucifer, Diavolo has known that some things were best left unsaid between them. That day, she would’ve never imagined that one of those secrets would grow to such heaviness in her heart that it began suffocating her under the weight of it. There are a million things she’s never told Lucifer, a million words left unsaid — all for a crown that she never asked for. She remembers each one in vivid detail, from the cadence they had in her mind to the expression on Lucifer’s content features. And now, even if it will make no difference, she has the opportunity to say them all.

Yet only one leaves her lips.

“I love you.” Diavolo says softly, cradling Lucifer in her hold. “I love you so…so much.”

Neither of them speak for a long while. The response is inconsequential, no word that isn’t Lucifer’s will matter to her on this subject. Eventually, the illusion in her arms disappears in a curl of smoke, dark wisps coiling around her instead in a pale imitation of an embrace. Diavolo doesn’t move.

“Such dedication to an angel.” The power muses into her ear, a chorus of different pitched voices. “Do you believe she shares those sentiments?”

The princess straightens herself with a sigh.

“My love for her isn’t dependent on reciprocation.” Diavolo answers truthfully. Lucifer could loathe her and it would change nothing. “I’ve long accepted that this is my burden to bear.”

“A commendable trait.” It acknowledges, though not with approval. “But useless in a demon. Do not forget who you are, Diavolo. Whatever may be, she once walked among the Heavens.”

“Lucifer walks with me now.” She says, unyielding. The fallen angel has done far more for the Devildom than most born demons. “Nothing will ever change that.”

“…Perhaps.” The entity concedes. Diavolo senses a subtle shift in its power, edges sharpening like a predator’s teeth. The hairs on her neck stand. “But it isn’t her loyalties we are worried about.”

Diavolo tenses in realisation, taking a deep breath. Frustration is not an emotion she’s well acquainted with, but at the moment, it simmers hot and indignant beneath her skin. She’s heard many insults over the years, countless words of vitriol and poison. None have ever managed to affect her in this way.

“I am, and always will be for the Devildom.” She declares in no uncertain terms, tone wielding the full weight of her authority. It’d take painfully careful examination to find the traces of fragility in it. “I have sacrificed everything for this wretched throne. Your plentiful luxuries have done nothing to soothe that ache, and I will carry it with me until the end of time. Do not do me the injustice of suggesting disloyalty simply because you disagree with my choices. I live and breathe for this realm.”

And I never wanted to.

“Then answer us this.” It says, sinisterly curious. She feels like a prey being toyed with, fangs poking and prodding but never biting. “If there came a time where you’d have to choose between the Devildom and your beloved…which will you sacrifice?”

The thought leaves her head as soon as it enters.

“I’d never let such a situation come to be.” She responds. “I am the Crown, not some guileless puppet to the strings of fate.”

“Eternity is not so forgiving.” It warns, with the air of possessing knowledge that she doesn’t. Diavolo tamps down the unrest in her senses. “You wouldn’t want to lose both when the time comes.”

Diavolo clenches her hand into a fist, refusing to answer. If such a time truly comes, she has faith that her future self will choose the right path. She will not make fickle promises at the moment, not when the weight of the coronation threatens to drag her under. And certainly not to appease the bygone rulers of half her power and none of her heart — She is the youngest of her kind yet undeniably the wisest, has weathered storms greater than their downfalls and become better for it

Their approval is nothing more than an outdated custom.

Her surroundings seem to sense the shift, disappearing in a mist of darkness. Diavolo braces herself for what is to come.

“You have great potential, Queen Diavolo…do not waste it.”

—

The stars are quiet tonight.

Lucifer paces the length of the meadow in thought, an odd sense of restlessness creeping into her chest. The low sounds of nightlife are her sole company, wind drifting along the mountain peaks aimlessly. She halts at the edge of a cliff, breathing in the cool, crisp breeze. It does nothing to soothe her wandering mind — the Maragni mountain ranges are meant to be warm. Yet another thing amiss.

The shrill draconic wail in the distance draws her away from rumination.

“Do you plan to shadow me all night?” She remarks, turning to the empty air a few paces away. All is quiet for a few moments, before Barbatos materialises in a flash of jade and shadow. The air remains undisturbed.

“Forgive me if it’s unwelcome.” She says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. “The young master is accustomed to wordless companionship.”

“The young master is not here.” Lucifer reminds, words coming a touch too upset. It isn’t at the steward. “Do you take me for her stand-in?”

Barbatos regards her calmly.

“Is that not what she wished for?”

Lucifer allows herself a sigh, looking away. In terms of duty, it is true that she is meant to be Diavolo’s second in command, but there are some roles she simply cannot fulfil. The princess’s relationships may be few, but that doesn’t make them any less meaningful. Lucifer and Barbatos don’t have half the rapport.

“You know what I meant.” Lucifer says, eyes tracking the periodic flashes of wings and scales. For solitary creatures, they appear rather often in her vision. “I’m not her.”

She sees Barbatos nod in the corner of her eye, taking the place by her side. It’s an odd feeling. Lucifer has never quite considered herself in reference to the other demon, there was seldom anything concrete to take reference from. They differ neither in power nor in status, they are the sole confidants of Hell’s greatest Queen, and yet they could be no more different from each other. Lucifer is one of the oldest beings in the realms, it is unnerving to live beside one of the three creatures that surpass her in age and know absolutely nothing about them. Tonight, however, is an exception.

She knows they share the same concern.

“You aren’t.” Barbatos agrees.

They stand together in silence, wind brushing over them like the gentle caress of a lover. Lucifer closes her eyes, lips pursing in frustration. Uncertainty claws at the edges of her mind, highlighted starkly against the one person who has no such weaknesses. Choosing the mountains was pure deduction on her part, none of them knew where Diavolo would turn up in the end. As with everything, she’d spoken of it with firm confidence, arranging for a brief camp where she believed Diavolo would emerge.

The last time she led something from belief, the universe shook for decades.

“Perhaps you’d like to sit down for a bit.”

It is worded more as a statement than a suggestion, foiling Lucifer’s plans to refuse politely.

“I would not.” She answers simply. “My sisters would benefit more from your concern. I’m worried they’ll find a way to set the mountain on fire.”

“The mountain that is the habitat of fire-breathing dragons?” Barbatos smiles.

“The dragons know their limits.” Lucifer counters. “My siblings do not.”

“But I disagree.”

Lucifer raises an eyebrow.

“You underestimate them.”

Barbatos chuckles lightly, curling a hand to her chin. Her tone carries an undertone Lucifer interprets instantly.

“Your sisters are plenty capable of caring for themselves.” She says. A fair statement, if only it carried a single meaning. “Moreover, when problems arise, they know how to confide in each other.”

She levels Lucifer with a wordless look. It tells her everything she needs to know, and yet, Pride cannot resist the urge to confront.

“You imply that I don’t?” Lucifer presses.

“I’m saying it’d be in your best interests to have more trust in them.” Barbatos corrects smoothly, with her all-knowing gaze that Lucifer has always despised. “Diavolo cannot be your sole confidant.”

Lucifer blinks, momentarily stunned. It doesn’t escape her how similar the words are to her thoughts.

“…I never asked her to be.” She replies, teeth grinding together. There is no instance of vulnerability that she has shared willingly.

“Precisely.”

Lucifer takes a breath, biting away any further words. Barbatos regards her for a moment before bowing; a courtesy, more than anything.

“I will take my leave.” She says, gentler than expected. “Do take care, the both of you.”

Lucifer barely has a moment to ponder the odd farewell before the other demon is gone. She sighs to herself, shoulders releasing a tension she barely noticed. She has no reason to worry. Diavolo’s return isn’t anticipated for a while yet, and the Capital is in trusted hands. There is nothing to fret over. She has plenty of faith in Diavolo’s capabilities.

And yet.

All she can do now, is wait.

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Belphie: Lord Diavolo must have a pho...

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Diavolo: *chuckles with delight* Take a look in the mirror. This hair accessory is a new item from the upcoming season’s collection.

It’s cute!

Diavolo: *grins cheerfully* It is, isn’t it? If you like it, then it’ll definitely be a successful design. 

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2. I love this character!

Diavolo: *nods enthusiastically* Me too. I never thought Three-Legged Crow would do a collaboration with Wersace. 

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Diavolo: Wersace’s theme for the upcoming season’s collection is “Friendship with Humans.” *smiles warmly* I actually invited you here today because I wanted to ask your opinion on a few things.

Barbatos: *dips head* Shall we take Chise along to the photoshoot, My Lord? *eyes crinkle happily with his smile* That way, you can chat during the intervals.

I’d love to go!

Diavolo: *gasps, grinning with happy sparkles* Of course, you’re most welcome.

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2. I have some free time now.

Diavolo: *gasps in excitement* In that case, I’d love to have you along.

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Diavolo: We’re going to do the photoshoot in the castle gazebo. The staff should already be waiting for us. Shall we make our way over?

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DDSimeon: Diavolo can pull off any look.

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*Demon Lord’s Castle gazebo* 

*camera shutter*

Diavolo: *serious* Where should I be looking? This way?

*flash of white, camera shutter*

Diavolo: *smiles warmly* Understood. Like so?

*flash of white, camera shutter*

Diavolo: *hums thoughtfully, frowning in consideration* For this jacket, perhaps I should loosen the tie a little...  

Barbatos: *steps closer with a chuckle, eyes soft* What do you think of Lord Diavolo as a model?

He’s so professional!

Barbatos: *chuckles low in his chest with approval, eyes crinkling proudly* You think so too? *inclines head, expression soft and fond* Lord Diavolo is a man of many talents, one of which is presenting himself in an appealing way.

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2. I’m surprised that he accepted a modelling job.

Barbatos: *dips head in acknowledgment, expression soft and fond* He told me that he was moved by Wersace’s theme for the coming season.

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Diavolo: Next up are the Three-Legged Crow collaboration items.

*flash of white, camera shutter*

*flash of white, camera shutter*

Diavolo: *gasps, eyes widen in concern* Hm? Does the item stand out? ...*smiles awkwardly, humming with doubt* Shall I hold it like this?

*camera shutter*

Diavolo: *holds out hands, expression uncertain* No, perhaps I should move back a little?

*time skip*

Diavolo: *shoulders slump with his sigh, looking down at the ground with exhaustion* ...Phew. Time for a break.

Barbatos: *soft, kindly smile* You seemed to be struggling a little at the end there.

Diavolo: *grimaces sadly* Yes, I was. *sheepish, self-conscious* The collaboration items are so cute that I’m not really sure how to handle them... What did you think, Chise?

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AsmoBaby: Get the man some jewel...

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Diavolo: *shakes head, humming unhappily* The photoshoot for the Three-Legged Crow collaboration items isn’t going too well. *meets gaze with a beseeching pout* What are your thoughts, Chise?

How about a different place?

Diavolo: *smiles* Yes, a change of location might make a difference.

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2. You need to smile more.

Diavolo: *grins, childish happy sparkles* Like this?

Barbatos: *let’s out a chuckle, fairly grinning*... 

Diavolo: *gasps in wide-eyed horror* ...Do I look so strange?

Barbatos: *shakes head, expression soft (I can SEE that little ‘quirk’ at the corners of your lips still, Barbatos)* Not at all, My Lord. 

Diavolo: *unhappy slouch* No, I can tell. My smile looks stiff and unnatural, doesn’t it?

Barbatos: *straightens, getting hold of himself* …Ahem. *smiles comfortingly* Perhaps moving to a different location would help?

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3. Your smile looks a bit unnatural.

Diavolo: *wilts sadly* I see... I do like cute things, you know... *shakes head, smiling self-consciously* However, it’s difficult to smile naturally when holding something that so clearly doesn’t suit me. 

Barbatos: *kindly encouragement* I think it suits you very well, My Lord. *nods with a hum of thought* However, it does clash with the castle’s atmosphere.

Diavolo: In that case, perhaps a change of location would help?

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*fade to Devildom streets*

Diavolo: *smiles* All right. Let’s take it from the top. *chuckles* I need to do my best to contribute to Wersace. 

*flash of white, camera shutter*

*flash of white, camera shutter*

You’re smoking hot!

Diavolo: *bursts out laughing, grinning* Haha. Thank you, Chise. *meets gaze directly, happy sparkles* You flatter me. 

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2. You look great with those items!

Diavolo: *nods, humming happily* It seems that changing the location was the right thing to do. 

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Diavolo: Hm? *steps closer* *smiles self-consciously* Yes, this photo came out very well. *chuckles happily* My smile looks far more natural when I’m talking to you, Chise. I know! Would you like to join the photoshoot?

No thanks.

Diavolo: *wilts, looking aside with a bit of puppy-pouting* I see. That’s too bad. *pained smile* Then, please wait there for a bit.

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2. I’d love to!

Diavolo: *smiles* Then, please step up.

2. A) We could drape our arms around each other’s shoulders?

Diavolo: *beams happily* An excellent idea. Come stand next to me.

Diavolo: *eyes widen in surprise* ...What is it, Chise? Are you blushing? *chuckles, smiling sheepishly* I rather enjoy seeing that expression on your face.

2. B) How should I stand? 

Diavolo: *nods enthusiastically* I’d like you to hold this Blacjak doll.

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Diavolo: *relaxed, happy smile* I think we can get some good pictures like this.

*time skip*

*fade to Ristorante Six*

Diavolo: *relaxed smile* A toast...to a successful photoshoot!

Diavolo: I’m quite satisfied with today’s photos. Wersace’s PR department seems happy as well. 

DIavolo: Oh, before the food arrives... I still have the Three-Legged Crow collaboration items with me. You’re welcome to keep one. Which do you like more, the tie or the hair accessory? 

Diavolo: *nods seriously* I’d also like you to keep this as a memento of today. *dips head with a shy smile, not meeting eyes* It’s a Wersace designer ring.

I couldn’t possibly accept something so expensive!

Diavolo: *laughs with a reassuring shake of his head* There’s no need to hold back. Please consider it a thank you for accompanying me today.

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2. Is that the one you just used in the photoshoot?

Diavolo: *dips head with a smile* Yes. I thought it would suit you, so I bought it.

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3. It’s lovely!

Diavolo: *expression soft, smiling* Hold out your hand.

Diavolo: *smile grows shy again* ...As I thought. It looks exquisite on you.

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Diavolo: *grins cheerfully* Thank you for a wonderful time today, Chise!

End.

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Text chat: Cuteness is Justice (from The Fantastic Three(3))

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Lucifer: By the way, Diavolo…

Lucifer: How was the Wersace photoshoot?

Diavolo: I think it went rather well.

Lucifer: I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it.

Diavolo: Don’t worry about it.

Diavolo: We had Chise helping us out.

Barbatos: The photos have already been published in magazines and on the internet. They’re quite popular.

Barbatos: Thanks to them, the products are practically flying off the shelves.

Barbatos: I just received a phone call from Wersace thanking us.

Diavolo: I’m glad to hear that.

Diavolo: Oh, I know! Lucifer…

Diavolo: Since you couldn’t make the photoshoot, I’d like to give you something.

Lucifer: 😶?

(Note: The emoji sticker that Lucifer uses here is relevant. It’s the one that has all three characters featured across the D.D.D. stickers with a question mark above their tilted heads)

Diavolo: Yes. That’s it.

Diavolo: From the left: Red Devil, Blackjack, and Nancy.

Diavolo: You see, Wersace and Three-Legged Crow made some collaboration items.

Diavolo: We’ve still got some of the character hair accessories left over, so I’d like you to have them.

Lucifer: No thank you.

Lucifer: I would look silly wearing something like that.

Diavolo: Not at all!

Diavolo: It would suit you!

Diavolo: 🥹

Diavolo: 🥰

Lucifer: Fine! Fine!

Lucifer: I will accept your gift.

Diavolo: 🥳🎉