Shenanigans Among Demons

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WE FINALLY GOT OTHER CHARACTERS IN ART!

Slave to the seven sins that are rooted in their souls, destruction imminent unless they redeem themselves. Be it greed or envy or gluttony, which desires and demands and takes and takes even when there is none left, or wrath and lust and pride and sloth, which brings ruin.

You, however, are an exception.

Seven Avatars at your beck and call—oops—did he mention the Prince and the demon of Time?

Nine now. Working from the shadows.

His eyes caught the markings when you came to Babel, seven sigils on your body, covered under clothing but shining with the brightness of a thousand Suns to him.

Oh this is definitely directed at Diavolo.

+ getting small elements of Devildom customs wrong so Lucifer has no choice but to show you how it's properly done. he's on to your little game instantly but you can see the playful glint in his eyes as he pretends to play along. you can feel him close in to you as he places a possessive hand around your waist in order to lead you though the steps you missed.

+ pretending to be way more scarred of the movie you're watching than you actually are so Mammon can get all bold and brave about protecting you (even if he's more scared himself). catching side glances of him trying to stay calm during jumpscares as he hugs you just a little bit tighter.

+ picking a game you know you struggle with to play with Levi knowing that you plan to ask him for help on harder levels, bringing him out of his shell so he can be your 'valiant knight'. leaning into him as he sits behind you, guiding your hands on the controller through different combos.

+ asking Satan to help you with your coursework and letting him share his knowledge with you. purposefully answering a few questions wrong so he carefully leans over you to look at the same page until he decides that maybe becoming your permanent tutor and spending more time with you is for the best.

+ letting your nailpolish chip so you can watch Asmo get all worked up and pull you into his room to fix it. staring at him fondly as he concentrates while holding your hand gently in order to get the perfect strokes. once he's finished he's sure to insist that you might as well stay for a full spa night.

+ telling Beel you keep forgetting to eat lunch at RAD because you've been so busy/keep getting distracted and letting him insist on eating with you everyday so you stay healthy. chatting and laughing with him next to you everyday, occasionally letting him give you a bite of his food much to the shock of everyone.

+ knocking on Belphie's door late at night telling him that you can't sleep because of a bad dream. shuffling over to his bed as he lifts the covers to let you in. snuggling you into his arms to make sure you don't fall and that if you wake up again you know that you're safe with him.

Tea has to brewed at four pm sharp is what comes to Barbatos’s mind.

All chores for the afternoon have been completed: the Young Master has consumed lunch and is now reviewing the audits that are due tomorrow, the kitchen and the palace dusted and cleaned, rat traps set up in every nook and corner. Now what remains is this one guest room that needs to be cleaned; its sheets changed and floors washed thoroughly. 

There's dust collecting on the vases, clearly the little D's have been negligent in their duties, and oh this simply won't do. The demon pulls his gloves taunt and attempts to begin.

And only when the moonlight filters through the window and falls on the lump underneath the covers does Barbatos raise an eyebrow.

He doesn't need to look underneath to know who it is.

The demon puts aside the duster in his hand on the shelf, steps forward with slow footfalls to not wake you up. 

Such a troublemaker, as always. Barbatos smiles as he gazes at you, deep in slumber, oblivious as to where you are. There’s only the quiet stillness of the afternoon in the room, given that at this hour most denizens choose to nap or involve themselves in activities suited to their nature.

Your left arm hangs out of the bed, pillows ruffled and thrown about. You must have attempted to make yourself comfortable. 

There’s a certain fondness in his eyes when he places the blanket over you: ensuring that the soft fleece covers your neck and legs, gently places your outstretched hand back into the warmth of the blanket. 

You murmur in your sleep, a frown settling on your lips before you bury your face into the pillow. A chuckle spills past his lips, and Barbatos can't help but run his fingers through your hair.

He’s got to be more quiet now.

Sheets can be changed later, dusting can be done later. 

But then what needs to be done now?