#dialuci warning

* Diavolo takes the kitten and a delighted gleam appears in his eyes. *

I know exactly what I’m going to name you...

Diavolo returns to his room with his father’s scepter in hand. Lucifer had requested he go and retrieve it while Lucifer coaxed Belphegor back into the room with him. That way they could go ahead and fix this mess all at once.

He enters the room quietly to find the two brothers piled on the bed together, sound asleep. The sight is... endearing, and he can never help the little pang of envy it causes him. As a royal who is well used to the call of all 7 cardinal sins however, he is able to brush it aside in order to approach the bed.

The scepter weighs heavy in his palms as he looks over the two--Lucifer in disarray, looking relaxed but exhausted, and Belphegor hunched into his brother, body tight and tense. His feelings towards this particular brother are... mixed, but he takes the scepter and first taps Lucifer, drawing out the sin of Sloth, and then Belphegor, where he does the same with Pride.

It is a quick process to return the sins to their proper places, and he watches as Lucifer’s brow subtly drops, his arms around Belphegor growing more aggressively protective, and Belphegor’s own face relaxes entirely, fatigue pulling at the corner of his eyes. Diavolo watches this change, somber a moment, but then sets aside the scepter and leans over the bed to press a kiss to Lucifer’s temple.

As expected, Lucifer’s eyes slit open.

@morningstar-descended Are you alright? Are you hurt? I’ve heard you’re an angel again??

*He pauses and then adds: *

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!) 

I don’t know how to talk about it. I feel like I’m losing my mind here. Sometimes it seems as if the walls are creeping in on me. I feel unmoored... unbalanced... I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.

I remember who I was, and I know what I want now, but I’m tired. Sometimes looking at him reminds me why I’m here. Sometimes I need it. Sometimes I need him.

Hm hm hm, I wonder...

Yes... I know. I told you it was nonsense—no, no you don’t have to take that tone with me. It was just a rough night. I...

* He inhales in the darkness. *

A lot came to my mind today. Her arrival just reminded me of... well, you know how my family is. It’s not exactly...

...Yes, I know yours isn’t much better, but it’s nice to see the closeness between you all. I just wish—

Yes, you’re right. It isn’t like me, is it? Ha ha... Even I can fall prey to smaller evils, you know.

* He smiles soft and quiet, but it fades. *

...no. You’re right. That wasn’t all. I...

I don’t know why I feel so vulnerable tonight. It’s ridiculous. I know we already talked about it and you’re trying to be more open with us. I just... if you change your mind—

* He stops, looking stunned, and then laughs, shoulders relaxing. He just listens a moment, smiling. *

Thank you... I know—I—yes, I want this. More than anything. I’ll become king and you’ll be there, shining and resplendent by my side.

* He smiles, and his eyes crinkle, the evening light of the Devildom twinkling in his eyes. *

Yes, yes. Now go be with your sister. This is a rare opportunity. I’d like someone to enjoy it.

* He pauses, listening to the soft confession in his ear and then murmurs it back. He shuts his DDD after a moment and eases his body up against the railing, leaning over his elbows and just enjoying the sight of the Devildom at night. *

I... Hm... My favorite is honestly describing him with light, the brightest star in the sky, but let me see what else I can come up with...

...Lucifer is like a storm, or better yet, a hurricane, like the ones humans experience. From a far away distance, he is mesmerizing and dangerous and beautiful. In the midst of a war, you watch him wreak destruction and havoc, while you stand safe to watch, and there is something so very exquisite in it, even with the death and the blood and the screaming around you. He is relentless, a force of nature that can not be stopped. Get too close, and you are at risk of destruction as well...

But then you get through. You press onward through the howling winds, the danger, the stinging water, and the force that threatens to take your feet out from under you, whisk you away and tear you into nothing... and then you make it to the center, the eye of the storm, where all is quiet and calm, nothing but your own breath. You can see the sun for what seems like the first time in years and it’s... so beautiful, that light parting through the clouds, cocooned in the middle of it all. It seems as if there is nowhere safer than in the midst of that embrace, that storm.

Despite the hardships, despite the pain and the blood and the tears, the aching in your ears, your ripped, waterlogged clothes, the bruises and exhaustion so deep, you aren’t sure you remember how to stand--and you’re falling forward, but you’re safe here. There is calm and peace, and so long as you are there, nothing can harm you ever again.

Sometimes the edges come too close. Sometimes the howling walls of wind creep in on you, threaten to drag you in and throw you out, batter you until you’re left aching and empty on the other side, but it’s worth it. It’s worth it to trudge back in, fighting tooth and claw for that peace again, that soft gentleness that you know is waiting for you.