#dialucy

Your hair was up in a bun, loose tendrils and bangs were shaped to frame your face. Asmo had fretted over your make-up giving you a natural look to highlight your "adorable human face," with winged eyeliner and a barely pink lipstick that was almost nude with highlighter brushed across your cheeks.

The dress he had given you, he said he was borrowing it for inspiration but you had given him your best puppy dog eyes and he crumbled. The way it felt against your skin, the way you looked in the mirror, a sense of empowerment washed over you and he whistled at your newfound confidence. You'd never worn this much white before because you never trusted yourself not to get something on it. However, one look at your legs, the skin of your thighs from behind the lace that extended down to your ankles reaffirmed it for you. There was no way you wouldn't wear this creation.

It wasn't supposed to rain yet here you were, both you and Lucifer soaked to the bone. The sky had unleashed a torrential downpour and neither of you had been prepared for it. He shifted quickly into his demon form and sped to Diavolo's castle but the rain still got to you and the wind from his speed didn't help at all.

On the bright side, your make-up was still flawless.

Barbatos met you at the door with the fluffiest towels you'd ever seen, they were warm as if plucked fresh from the dryer. You let out a moan as you wrapped the towel around your bare arms; the soft texture and heated warmth soothing your shivering skin.

Lucifer took his coat off and traded it for a towel from Barbatos. He ushered you over to the fireplace already roaring with a mild inferno. Draping his own towel around his shoulders, the noise you'd made caught his attention and he turned to face you.

Hiding his frustration at your feeble attempts to dry yourself off, Lucifer reached up over to you, easily undoing your bun and watched as your hair fell. “It’ll be easier to dry if it’s down.”

You nod as you look up at him. Beads of water streaming down his face, following the contours of his neck, you licked your lips as he turns to Barbatos.

“Barbatos, please inform Lord Diavolo we will need a moment to dry off. We will wait here, the fire should help."

Barbatos nodded and turned to go update the Prince leaving the two of you alone for the moment. You looked down at your dress and pouted, but jumped back, fighting to cover yourself more with the towel as you realized your very wet white dress was now also very see through.

The water caused the dress to turn so sheer that you could see every dip and curve of your figure including your underwear and your painfully erect nipples. You swore you could hear Asmo laughing and you resigned yourself to never wear something of his again.

You turned to face the fire, fingers biting into the towel and tried to focus on warming up. The material of the dress hung around your legs, and you were trying to keep yourself from shivering. He sighed as he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch. As he walked over to you he opened the blanket, covering your legs.

“He probably won’t be long.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re not at all ready to see Lord Diavolo. And I can’t have you looking like this.” He tutted as if you were a child and you huffed, about to bite back but the retort fizzled as you felt a gloved hand against the side of your face.

Lucifer took hold of your chin and turned your head to the side as he spoke in your ear, “Let me dry you off,” his warm breath against your damp skin sent shivers down your spine. Taking hold of the towel around your arms, he started to rub circles over your shoulders, slowly moving down your collarbone to your chest.

“You must be really cold being this wet.” His hands starting to massage your breasts, focusing around your nipples. He watched as you tried to hold in your reaction. “I’m simply helping you to dry off, and you’re reacting quite lewdly." Your mouth gaped open and you scoffed. "How can I not react like this when you're," he pinched your nipple effectively cutting you off. He drew out a mewl as his fingers continued to massage your breasts.

”I’ve only just started to dry you off. ” He lifted one hand and removed his glove with his teeth, returning it to your breast and repeated the same for the other hand. Continuing to dry you off, he started to bring the towel further down your body, his fingers pressing into your skin.

Adjusting the towel so it was around your waist, he pulled you into him a bit. His knee pressing up between your thighs and you bit back a moan as you felt him tug the towel tighter around you, moving your hips over his leg. “Your dress is even soaked down here.”

He watched as the wet ends of your hair dripped down your chest and puddles formed on the carpet under you. “Now you’re getting the carpet wet. We must see to it you have a recap on manners.” He leaned down as slowly licked the crevices of your collarbone up to your neck. You whined, feeling your composure start to crumble as the flat of his tongue made your eyes roll back, your hands reaching out to his biceps to steady yourself.

“Well, it seems I’m just in time.” Diavolo’s voice echoed behind them. You froze and your heart sank to your stomach from the intrusion. You flushed a bright red, wishing that the fight or flight instincts for humans included temporary invisibility.

Lucifer nipped at the skin under your ear, his hands continuing to rub over your hips as he pulled away looking down at her then over at Diavolo, “Assistance seems to be required with this one. So unkempt, she needs a lesson in how to refine herself.”

“Yes, I see what you mean, she is making quite the mess of the floor.” Diavolo walked up behind you, as he took the towel from around Lucifer’s neck. You blinked and found yourself swallowing hard as the two conversed, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable as the look in their eyes turned predatory.

“I know you're more than capable of attending to the front of her," towel in hand, Diavolo began by gently patting your hair between the folds, surprising you as he actually began helping you to dry off. "I can see why you're requesting assistance," he hummed but there was something sinister in the way he tried to sound innocent. Diavolo pulled his hands away and you cried out, shuddering on Lucifer's knee as the demon prince delivered a sharp spank to your ass.

"She's soaking wet and thinks she can speak without permission." His fingers groped your ass before running the towel down your thighs, to your ankles and back up, his hands kneading your cheeks through the towel. "Quite the handful indeed."

“Your behavior right now in front of the Prince is disappointing. You can't even form a coherent sentence." Lucifer saw the fire in your eye, your mouth opening to bite back but your breath caught in your throat as he pressed three of his fingers into your mouth. You glared but the look he gave melted you and you began lapping and sucking his fingers obediently.

“Now now, I think she’s starting to get better. Besides, how is she supposed to speak if you don't give her the chance to." Diavolo's claws snipped the fabric over your shoulders and cut through the straps of your bra. His gentle hands pulled the fabric down exposing your damp skin to the heat of the rolling fire between their bodies and from the fireplace.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin as he tugged the fabric down further, freeing your breasts from their confines and tossing your bra gracefully into the fire. You wanted to whine but the prince took a step closer, his hands moving to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples and you cried out against Lucifer's fingers and he shoved then further into your mouth. Diavolo rested his head on your shoulder as his hands continued kneading and massaging your tits and he smiled innocently at Lucifer.

"I think she's behaving quite admirably so far but we do need to do something about this dress. It's almost a shame I wasn't able to see it fully. Oh well," his voice was filled with mock disappointment as his hands slid under the dress and along your stomach, down the front of your thighs, his thumbs hooking into and dragging your panties down with the dress.

Your body shivered as his nails bit into your flesh as the material pooled at your feet. The dress was snatched away and you found yourself being pushed further and harder onto Lucifer's thigh, your mind fogging over as hands roved around your body; one moving your hips forcing you to ride Lucifer's leg and two hands on your chest playing with your nipples simultaneously.

Your back arched and your head thumped against Diavolo’s chest and he chuckled, fangs nipping at the skin of your throat. You whined as his fangs pierced your skin, his hot tongue lapping at the blood that slowly dripped down. Lucifer removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned in to replace them with his tongue as his hand traveled down to your folds. You squeaked in surprise as his slick digits worked to stretch out your puckered entrance instead of your cunt. Sensing your confusion, Diavolo reached down to your thighs, hands scooping under your knees and hoisting you up. Your face heated up, flushed red as a tomato as he held you open in front of Lucifer, your legs spread wide. Lucifer hummed appreciatively but tsked as you turned your head to the side to try and hide, closing your eyes and biting your lip as you felt Diavolo’s erection pressed against the underside of your cheeks.

“You should know by now little one that you can’t hide from us.” The Prince’s words rolled over your skin like warm honey as his mouth attached itself to the crook of your neck, crying out as he bit down the same time Lucifer’s fingers re-entered your back side, working your muscles and stretching you out. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Lucifer’s hand gently guiding your chin to look back at him, his lips latching on to yours as both of his hands moved to prep and stretch both of your openings. His tongue invaded your mouth, brushing up against your own forcefully, saliva dribbled down your chin, swallowing your moans as you cried out from the pleasure that pooled from his ministrations.

Your mind barely registered the sounds of their pants being undone but you felt the dual presence of both their members pressed against your skin. Diavolo lifted you a little higher for Lucifer to guide the Prince’s erection into your cunt, coating himself with your slick juices and growling as he bit into your shoulder. Lucifer’s mouth went down to your chest, biting and tugging at your nipples, his tongue lapping to soothe the pain. Your eyes fluttered, back arching as Diavolo lowered you down, your cunt engulfing his over-sized demon cock. The stretch from his girth sent stars across your vision, toes curling, and your voice crying out as the heat that was building up released. Lucifer pulled away to watch your face twist up in orgasmic bliss, chuckling as he pumped his own erection a few times, inpatient to feel you convulse around him.

“Orgasms make for such a pleasant shade of red across her face.” Your mind barely registering the smooth baritone of Lucifer’s voice over the groans from the prince behind you. Your orgasm came as a surprise to the prince and he was losing his composure.

“I can see why you’ve taken such a liking to this human,” Diavolo’s voice rumbled with a growl as his claws bit into the soft flesh of your thighs, “I almost don’t want to share her.” Lucifer froze in front of you and Diavolo laughed, sighing as he pulled himself out of you, his tip re-aligning with your lower entrance. “Come now Luce, I said ‘almost.’” The prince nipped at your earlobe and started pushing his way inside. Your hands reached out to Lucifer and he didn’t hesitate to catch your arms, stepping closer to allow you to brace yourself on his biceps.

Taking a moment, Lucifer reached up to tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his gaze soft as he took in your facial features looking for any signs of discomfort in your body language. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he brought himself in closer, his own cock pushing its way through your folds as he sealed his lips over yours. His mouth muffled your moans, your hips involuntarily bucking themselves to feel more of him, thrusting Diavolo’s cock further into you. Lucifer rolled his hips a few more times, grinding his hips into yours but it wasn’t enough for you. Even with the demon prince already inside of you, your core cried out for Lucifer.

“Lucifer, please,” the demons shared a look, a silent conversation, and Lucifer’s lips were back on yours as he snapped his hips, sheathing himself fully into you. Diavolo didn’t even wait for you to adjust before he started rolling his hips, his hands on your thighs moving you in tandem with his thrusting. Lucifer’s hands were on your hips as he set his pace, alternating with the prince.

Their thrusting felt like it was going to rip you in half, you reminded yourself that it’d be easy for them to do so, but your body accepted their girths nonetheless. You felt every ridge and bump as their cocks took their turns fucking you, one after the other, never feeling empty as they kept a steady pace. Cries and moans poured out from between your lips, noises you thought you’d never make outside your dreams, however you were completely ignorant from the strain on your throat. You wouldn’t be able to speak tomorrow but that was the furthest thing from your mind.

Their breaths like molten lava over your skin as the three of you panted, composure crumbling as their pace increased. Their thrusting became erratic, no longer working in tandem, their grip on your body tightening, your body bouncing as it tried to keep up. One of your hands flew up to wrap around the back of Diavolo’s neck, your nails digging into Lucifer’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.

Diavolo’s chest rumbled against your back, letting out a low growl that reverberated through your soul and ignited your core. Their hands switched positions on your body. Sharp claws dug into your hips as the prince took full control over the pace, forcing your body to ride them in unison. Lucifer leaned forward, his teeth grazing over your collarbone sending sparks straight to your core and the pitch in your voice increasing as your body raced to its next orgasm.

Taking the hint, Diavolo lowered his head and sank his fangs into your shoulder, Lucifer followed suit biting into your collarbone. A shrill scream tore from your and your body froze before shaking violently as the dam holding back your orgasm broke open. Growls from both demons deafening in your ears as your muscles convulsed and tightened around them, chasing their own orgasms just moments after yours. The heat from their release filling you and their thrusting slowed to lazy rolls allowing your body to milk them, stuffing you with their cum.

Claws reverted back to fingers and they pulled their teeth from your flesh. You mewled as their tongues lapped at the wounds and cleaned up the blood. The hands from your hips disappeared and soft lips pressed against your temple in a chaste kiss. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when the prince ruffled Lucifer’s hair. Crimson eyes rolled and Diavolo let out his own chuckle and he stepped away. Lucifer moved his arms to help you stand upright, wrapping his arms around you after your feet touched the ground and your knees buckled.

Their seed leaked from you, you felt it running down your thigh and the prince practically purred in delight. In an instant, Barbatos was there with three plush robes, his visage polite and respectful but you were still riding the post-orgasm high to feel mortified in front of the other demon. Lucifer made sure to help you with your robe first, fastening the tie around your waist before donning his own robe.

Lightning cracked outside the mansion and you swore you saw Diavolo’s demon form in the flash of the light, his eyes briefly flashing with an unsatiated appetite. You blinked and he resumed his normal cheerful demeanor.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here and wait out the rest of the storm. Barbatos will show you to your room. Feel free to rest, recoup, whatever it is you two lovebirds do to pass the time.” His smile remained joyous but his eyes poured into yours with an intense heat. “Don’t hesitate to seek me out if there’s anything you need to make your stay more,” his voice dropped ever so slightly as he said, “enjoyable.”

This was it.

He couldn’t believe that it was finally here...finally happening. After so many years of pain, anger, and loneliness...it was over. It was beginning. 

…It was terrifying. 

Lucifer bit his lip carefully, adjusting his lapels and gloves in a nervous gesture that he'd somehow picked up since leaving the Celestial Realm. Of course, RAD looked quite different than it had only days ago - he hardly recognized it at all now that it was decorated with ivy and orchids, and LOTS of white tulle. Asmodeus, Barbatos, and MC had spared no amount of energy to make the school shine like a true wedding hall. It might not be how he would have decorated things himself, but he could hardly deny his brother the opportunity to go all out for the occasion. 

He let out a shaky breath and glanced back into the mirror. His hair had started out styled as usual – bangs framing his cheeks and parted to the side.  Asmo nearly had a fit. Now, Lucifer’s raven locks were swept back from his forehead and a gel that miraculously made the styling seem natural held it in place. The Avatar of Lust was busying himself by rushing around the room, making sure that everything - the bouquet, the ring, and whatever else was in place; Lucifer had long since stopped trying to watch him. The knowledge of what was soon to happen was rushing over him all at once. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and he heard a gasp before he had the chance to wipe it away. His brother was by his side instantly, dabbing at it with a baby blue handkerchief. 

"What did I tell you? I thought we got all the wild emotions out last night at the bachelor party. What’s wrong now? Don’t make me have to whip out the demonus to get you through this. You need to be sober to say those lines." The man's attitude, while feisty, held notes of love and respect for his eldest brother. "No more tears till you get to the altar, got it? Because otherwise, you'll get me crying. If my make up smudges, there will be the Devildom to pay." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lucifer muttered. 

Asmodeus hummed, ignoring the blatant attempt to change the subject. His fingers plucked open one of the buttons on Lucifer's vest and he tucked the handkerchief inside so that the small square rested against the white dress shirt. "MC told me that this is something some humans do for weddings. It's borrowed and blue. I think you're old enough." 

Despite the glare leveled at him, Asmo laughed merrily. "You even have something new. The rock." 

Lucifer fidgeted. He wore the engagement ring over his gloves typically...but since Diavolo would be removing them during the ceremony, he had forgone the ring for the day. Diavolo knew his tastes well - it was modest and more importantly, the best thing he had ever been given. 

"Ya need something else!" 

Lucifer's lips pursed but he let out a slow and even breath as he looked at his white-haired brother in the doorway. Mammon was grinning and holding up a single Grimm. Probably his only Grimm, currently. Crimson eyes tracked his brother's movements as Mammon crossed the room to him and slipped the coin into his hand. "That goes in your shoe."

He squinted his eyes at the coin and then cut his gaze to Mammon. "...Why. That sounds asinine."

Mammon opened his mouth and then after a second's hesitation, closed it with a shrug. "Hell if I know."

Bending down, Lucifer slid the grimm down the inside of his leather shoe, wiggling his slender index finger till the coin was tucked and snug against his arch. Straightening, he reached to rake his hand through his hair but paused, remembering at the last second that it was styled. His red eyes met his brothers. "Anything else?" Mammon turned a chair backwards and sat, resting his arms on the curved wood. "Ya look fine to me. Stuffy as usual, but fine.

"Asmodeus stepped back and lifted a hand to tap his finger against his cheek as his golden eyes evaluated the groom from head to toe. Just as he was about to confirm that Lucifer looked perfect, his eyes widened and a strangled gasp escaped him - startling the hell out of Mammon who jumped out of his chair and stumbled back against the table beside it. Lucifer's only reaction was to raise his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?! Did ya hafta nearly faint? We're right here!"

"YOUR CUFFLINKS! We forgot them in your room! SHIT!" The tone of Asmo's voice made it seem like the world was ending over that little oversight.

Lucifer let his breath out. "Language, As. Are they really so important? We should be fine without -" 

"DEVILDOM NO! You stay here! I'm going back to the House of Lamentation."

Before Lucifer could utter a reply, Asmodeus was out the door with a whirl of his woven gold scarf. Red eyes drifted from his younger brother's departing figure back to the mirror - gazing at himself in the finery of the tuxedo that had been tailor made for him. He reached a hand forward to touch the glass as if he didn't recognize himself. 

"Oh no, don't ya go second guessing yourself." Mammon came over and rested a hand on his older brother's shoulder as they both looked at their reflections. Mammon's eyes were soft - a rarity for him when the two of them were together. Over the last few centuries, Mammon had been at the brunt of Lucifer's irritation but that still didn't lessen their affection for one another. Lucifer trusted him more than anyone and was still Mammon's favorite brother. No more words needed to be said. Mammon was his best man for a reason.

There was a knock on the door and both men turned. Asmodeus was fast when he wanted to be but that was a bit ridiculous. He wouldn't risk perspiration for the sake of a few accessories nobody would miss. 

Maybe it's one of the others. He sighed. As much as he was looking forward to what would come after the wedding, his nerves were raw and his meter for dealing with others, even his own family, was nearing empty. "Come in?" 

His visitor was most certainly not one of his brothers. At least...not anymore. 

"...I'll admit, you're the last person I expected to see." 

Standing in the doorway was a man who was radiance incarnate. His robes were no different from usual but Simeon always looked perfect - he was an angel after all. Blinding beauty was expected of the divine. Lucifer didn't hate him. Far from it. ...still, Simeon represented something, someone, inside Lucifer that he had left behind. There was nothing to mar the soft smile on the angel's lips. His tranquility reflected like pools in his eyes. 

"I hadn't planned on seeing you before the ceremony." Simeon admitted. Lucifer resisted the urge to cross his arms. Instead, he moved away from both the mirror and Mammon to pour a cup of water from the pitcher sitting on the table.

"...then why are you here?" Of course Simeon would be in attendance. Luke as well. Someone cleared their throat and Simeon looked over his shoulder before stepping aside to show the human in the doorway. They were far better dressed than their usual RAD uniform and it seemed his busybody brother had gotten their hair tamed as well. There was an apology in their eyes.

"I'm the one who dragged him here." MC's voice had a soothing effect on Lucifer and he felt his muscles loosen as he looked at his closest friend. There was an apology in their eyes and they looped an arm through Simeon's. "I brought him here because..."

At the complicated look on MC's face, Lucifer supplied the end of the sentence for them. "...you're each other's date?"

"No." The two replied simultaneously (and Lucifer could swear he heard Mammon let out a sigh of relief), both managing to sound completely entertained and confused at the prospect. 

"Then...what's going on ten minutes before my wedding?" 

"It's silly," Simeon replied, looking sheepish. MC's eyes rolled so far back in their sockets, Lucifer could imagine they could see their own thoughts to wonder exactly what choices they had made to land them here in the first place.

"It’s not." MC pinched the inside of the angel's arm and he gave a startled yelp. Letting the man go, MC pushed Simeon slightly and stepped back towards the door, ignoring his look of betrayal. They reached out and snagged Mammon's hand, pulling him after them. "I'm going to find Beel and Belphie. See you at the aisle."

Lucifer stiffened, staring at Simeon and his bewildered expression. "...I'll be the one in white." 

MC's laugh could be heard as the door shut, leaving the two men in an awkward silence.

"You look very handsome, Lucy." As usual, Simeon was the first one to break. Lucifer wanted to snap at him to knock it off with the nickname. Once upon a time, though, he would have smiled at the compliment instead of feeling uncomfortable. Marriage had never even been a prospect when he lived in the Celestial realm. Simeon looked so forlorn, though, that even with the negative emotions churning inside him from the recollection the nickname brought him, he felt no ill will towards the angel. Lucifer took a breath and spoke clearly, despite his hesitation on the matter.

"Would you mind walking me down the aisle, since you're here?" 

Simeon's eyes widened at his suggestion and then glanced down at his clothes. Oh yeah. After all his careful planning, the stylish Asmodeus was going to have a hernia when he saw Simeon walking down the aisle in the same clothes he wore on a daily basis. Something about the normalcy of it made something tight in Lucifer's gut release its hold. Simeon's voice was astonished. "...you actually want me to?" 

"You are my brother, too. ...were." 

Simeon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off.

"Lucifer, I'm assuming you're decent since As sent me down to come and get you. I'm ignoring decorum just coming in." Without even knocking, Satan walked into the room, a pair of cufflinks gripped in his hands. "He asked me to bring these to you. And by asked I mean commanded. And what the Devildom are you doing here?" 

Satan's gaze had fallen to the unexpected guest. Simeon just gave a blithe smile as if he hadn't just had the wind knocked out of him by Lucifer's unexpected offer. He reached out and adjusted Satan's tie and pocket handkerchief. The blonde stepped away, confusion still etched on his face. "Asmodeus has been a fiend today. Is there anyone he hasn't dressed?" 

His tone was teasing but the words missed Lucifer entirely. Satan and Simeon didn't interact often - they were two completely separate parts of his life. Satan wasn't exactly his brother, but that had never been much of an issue in Lucifer's eyes. Usually, Satan wanted to antagonize him more than anything else. He took the cufflinks from Satan's proffered hand and adjusted them to the ends of his jacket sleeves. "Was there something you needed, Satan? The ceremony is just about to start." 

The blonde's face reddened and he gruffly cleared his throat, choosing to look anywhere other than at Lucifer. "I was just... It had crossed my mind... Can I...walk you down the aisle?" 

The question seemed to be more shocking than Lucifer's offer to Simeon. Despite not having any real emotion behind the word, it came out anyway. 

"Why?" 

Satan's ruddy cheeks darkened and he cleared his throat. "Well. You...brought me into existence. It seems, I suppose, appropriate? Also, obviously, a one time deal."

"...to take me out of it? I don't exactly see marriage as the end of the world." Lucifer's words were wry but he was, in all honesty, humbled by the offer. Satan out of all of his brothers...

"That's not what I meant," The Avatar of Wrath huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. The petulant look made much more sense than the previously bashful one. "I just meant that you gave me the start of a new life, I should give you away to the start of yours."

Lucifer was speechless. Simeon smiled softly and placed a hand on Lucifer's elbow. Naturally, it made sense for Lucifer to be given away by one of the six demon brothers rather than the angel himself. "There you have it. I think you should probably take him up on the offer."

"...of course." Lucifer blinked and stood taller, taking a deep breath. Simeon moved away from him but the taller man dropped a hand on his shoulder. "I have to thank you. At least now, nobody will be looking specifically at me when the three of us go down the aisle."

The processional music began to play and every nerve in his body shot to attention at the sound. He was again the shell shocked groom that he had been before his two escorts had arrived. Simeon immediately saw his reaction to the organ's tones and he recovered from the shock of not being turned aside in favor of Satan. "You'll be ok, Lucy...I won't let you trip. Though I'm sure nobody would laugh if you did."

"I would," Satan interjected. Lucifer gave him a look that said that he didn't appreciate the joke but when Satan held his elbow out to him, he wove his arm through it. "Looks like that music means it's our cue." 

Simeon didn't take Lucifer's other arm but stood close by his shoulder - staying right at his side, where he would have been anyway before the Fall. It felt right to have him there.

The men stepped into the hallway, adjacent to the grand room where the ceremony was being held. The doors opened wide, seemingly on their own and Lucifer was faintly aware of the students and friends and family in attendance - rising from their seats and staring at him. His ruby eyes instantly traveled straight down the flower petal covered aisle to a tall man with a shock of red hair and sparkling mischievous eyes. He stared at him with his mouth slightly agape and a tinge of red on his dark cheeks. Diavolo...