#dollfic

"Darling? Are you alright? You acted like something spooked you," Diavolo commented after sipping on his macchiato. They were a couple minutes from her house. He sniffed his coffee silently, trying to place the peculiar smell he detected.

"A man approached me at the store... and he kinda weirded me out," she confessed and then drank her cold brew, keeping one hand on the wheel.

"You could've come and got me," he replied with concern, forgetting about his previous thoughts.

"It's fine. I just don't like men approaching me out of nowhere," she answered, sounding even more despondent then.

"May I ask, did something happen?" He inquired softly.

"Throughout my life, men have seen my apparent kindness as an invitation to flirt with me, or they want something from me. Most of the time, it hasn't ended well, and it's either because they wanted sex or just to use me for some other reason," she replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry, my love," he replied, reaching over for her hand once she set her drink down in the cup holder. She held his in return as she turned down her street.

"That's alright. Most of the time, I either avoid the confrontation or keep a distance so they don't feel inclined. That's also why you often see me with what we call a "resting bitch face," too," she added.

"I don't think that's very nice," he groaned as she pulled into the garage of the house.

"I suppose I self-deprecate a bit," she mused, turning off the car and closing the garage door with a smirk.

Both got out of the car and headed into the house. Once inside, Diavolo went into her bedroom, and she went to the front of the house to look through the mail on the counter. Her parents weren't home, away on some family reunion vacation with further removed family.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and she grabbed the mail to continue reading as she approached the front door. Unlocking it with one hand and still looking down, she opened up and heard,

"Hey there, uh, I gotta question," a male tenor stated. She immediately looked up and froze. Keeping her hand on the doorknob, using her index finger to lock the knob silently. She looked him up and down. It was the white-haired man from the coffee shop.

"Did you follow me home?" She accused, sounding defensive.

"Ah, well, uhh..."

"Just a heads-up, women don't like that, creep! Now get lost before I get my boyfriend," she snapped harshly, closing the door more so she was partially hidden behind it. Mammon backed up, raising his hands.

Diavolo's ears perked up at the sound of her raised voice. He approached the bedroom door and listened closer.

"I just came to ask if you've seen my friend!" Mammon shouted.

"And I'm telling you, you shouldn't have followed me home! And I'll call the cops if your other friend shows up here, too!"

Mammon leaned in closer. "Just let me finish–"

"DIA!" She screamed.

Immediately, Mammon high-tailed it off the front porch and into the silver sports car that sat on the side of the street. He quickly got in and sped off while she slammed the door shut. Diavolo was at her side just as the door clicked, hands on her waist and standing in her space.

"My love," he murmured, looking out the stained glass window on the front door. He looked back down at her and saw how she trembled, and it broke his heart. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and sat her on his lap to console her. He briefly thought he smelled that peculiar smell from earlier but quickly dismissed the thought in favor of consolation of his human.

"Who was that?" He asked, running his hands up and down her arms to calm her down.

"A guy from the coffee shop! He followed me home!" She huffed, burying her face in his neck.

Diavolo instantly huffed and held her tighter. "I'm sorry, my darling. You should have had me talk to him," he murmured in her ear, caressing her trembling form. He took hold of her as he swung his legs around to recline back on the couch cushions, holding her on top of him.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his shirt.

All seven demon brothers were sitting in the penthouse of a hotel. None of them had been to this area of the United States, and they were starting to get closer to finding their lost prince.

"You moron! Now, if she sees you again, she's going to run for the hills!" Satan barked at Mammon.

"Oi! I didn't want whoever her boyfriend was to show up with a knife or somethin' in case he was crazy!" Mammon retorted, folding his arms.

"You're so stupid. A knife won't kill you," Belphie groaned.

"No, but if Diavolo thought I was some weirdo and he was actually there, he might have killed me," Mammon grumbled.

"Are we sure that's even her?" Levi asked, playing his handheld game.

"It seemed like it was. There aren't too many humans that look like her," Beel replied, eating his ill-gotten cheeseburgers. He had run off while Mammon and Satan were at the coffee shop to get cheeseburgers, to which he ordered thirty of them and managed to not pay for them as he wasn't given any money for it.

"There is one that does look like this one. She's a famous human makeup guru. You have to give it to this one. She's pretty good at it," Asmo declared, admiring the security footage photo of the woman in question.

"Run that by me again, Mammon," Lucifer commanded, standing at the window overlooking the city, interrupting the conversation.

"When she opened the door, I said I had a question. She accused me of followin' her, and when I didn't answer, she started yellin' at me that women don't like it when they're followed home before threatenin' to get her boyfriend," Mammon recounted the situation.

"Then?" Lucifer pressed.

"She screamed somethin' and I ran off to the car," the second born replied.

"The boyfriend's name? Did you catch it?" Satan inquired.

"All I heard was -ia," Mammon answered, looking nonchalant.

Lucifer turned and stalked up to the second born, smacking him upside the head. "Idiot! She probably said Dia!"

Mammon tched his older brother but realized he was ultimately right.

"Well? What do we do?" Satan asked.

"Can't we just break in her house and see if he's there? What if she's holding him hostage?" Belphie mused.

"One, no, we can't just break in. If he's not actually there, we'd be in a heap of trouble and don't need the exposure," Satan replied. He then held up the security photo of a man that looked like Diavolo and a woman holding hands while walking. "Two, I don't think she's holding him hostage judging by this."

"I suppose it's my turn to talk to her," Lucifer finally replied, walking towards the door and grabbing his overcoat.

"We don't have much time left."

Late one afternoon a couple of days later, she was in the city grocery store looking for things to make her birthday cake. Diavolo had requested to make one with her, wanting the experience of doing so while performing a task together, something he learned was important from his research on humans. While she was in the baking aisle, she had reached down to a bottom shelf to grab some flour when she found herself on the floor, ready to catch herself, but someone had taken hold of her sides to keep her from falling completely down.

"My apologies, ma'am, I didn't meant to run into you, forgive me," a very deep, slightly nasally and airy voice called to her right into her ear.

Once she was upright, she looked at the offender and cranked her head back to stare into a set of darkened eyes, and if she wasn't mistaken, they had a crimson hue to them, framed by jet-black locks with gray streaks on the ends of his face-framing pieces, stark against his ivory skin. The man was nearly as tall as her boyfriend, wearing a black turtleneck, black slacks, a dark blue overcoat, and a set of glasses hanging on chains around his neck.

"Um, thanks. It's fine," she quipped, stepping away from the man and grabbing onto her shopping cart.

He gave a rather charming smile and softened his gaze. She gave him a wary look, glancing from his shoes to his head several times. What she didn't know was how he had been following her for going on two days to find out more about her, or potentially see Diavolo, but came up with nothing and lost his patience. However, when he was finally close and in her space, he realized he had actually made a mistake.

Oh.

"Ah, I must apologize again for staring. You are quite magnetic," he purred.

She frowned then, looking up at him under her brow.

"Thank you, but I'm committed to someone," she retorted, her body angled away from him.

"What a lucky person they are," he replied with an endearing smile, but she wasn't having it. The longer she stared at him, the more suspicious she became.

"Right, well, bye," she replied curtly.

Lucifer's gaze hardened again, a frown tracing his lips. She huffed before completely turning away and stomping off with her cart.

The eldest sighed, folding his arms and calculating his next move.

"Diavolo? What are we doing?" She asked with her hands out, searching blindly as the prince held his hands over her eyes. The demon let out a chuckle as he walked behind her.

"Just a few more steps... stop," he answered. "Alright, ready?"

"I guess," she mumbled, putting her hands down to her sides.

He lifted his hands off her eyes, and she blinked a few times to adjust. Looking down, she saw a book in front of her on her bed, one that was brown and leather bound with no title or markings. She reached to open it and saw photos of the last month or so with the demon, all the cherished life's moments held in singular photos. It was a photo album.

"I'm rather fond of these back at home, and I wanted to make one featuring my favorite person," he murmured in her ear. "Happy Birthday, baby."

She shivered as his breath tickled her neck and ear. There weren't many, but they were all the ones she had taken with her phone since he came into her life. His first coffee run with her, outings to dinner and movies, and selfies randomly taken throughout the day.

"Thank you," she turned and faced him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad you like it."

"Love it," she mumbled into his sternum.

"Well, I think I have something you'll love more," he murmured softly to her.

"Hm?" She chirped, picking her head up to look at him.

He took the opportunity to cup her cheek and kiss her passionately, his other hand purchasing her waist. She hummed happily into his mouth, letting his tongue gain access to hers.

That afternoon, neither left her bed as he kept her completely occupied with his hands, mouth, and body.

A happy birthday indeed.

A couple of days later, she had been out running errands when a certain demon decided to run into her again. She was looking through some stationary at the office supply store when she dropped her pens she selected. With a sigh, she started to set her stuff down when she turned to find a pair of crimson eyes at her level, just as he was starting to stand at full height again.

"Well, it's you again," he beamed again.

"Yeah..." she mumbled. He handed her the pens she dropped, and she took them from his large hand, noting the red nail polish and long fingers. "Thanks."

"My pleasure. If you don't mind, would you be willing to show me which pens you like here? I'm rather picky and not from around here, so I'd like someone else's opinion," he murmured to her.

"Sure..." she replied, grabbing her things and walking around to the aisle with the pens. Setting her things down, she reached up and picked a couple. "I like the glide on these for taking down notes, and they're fast-drying so they don't smudge. These I prefer for making edits on things, the sharp color is really nice and I don't have to press too hard to get it to work." She continued on, showing him the different ones, but he quit listening the moment she started speaking. Lucifer was too busy admiring her form, appreciating her looks and expressions. She could make something as boring as pens seem interesting.

"So?" She asked.

"Pardon, I was considering which ones to get. What did you ask?" He asked smoothly.

"What's your name?" She asked again.

"Luci is what you may call me," he replied, bowing his head slightly. "And yours?"

She replied what hers was, and he repeated it like it was sweet honey on his tongue.

"I apologize if we got off on the wrong foot before. Thank you for helping me. If you don't mind, I'd like to treat you to coffee," Lucifer stated. She narrowed hers eyes, so he added, "As acquaintances."

"As acquaintances," she echoed.

"Thanks," she replied, taking her cold brew from Lucifer's hand. He nodded and sat next to her, drinking his own.

"So, tell me about yourself," he said.

"I just finished some university classes, but I'll be taking on a full-time job until I get into professional school," she replied quietly, looking around the coffee shop.

"Ah, a student," he mused. He thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you have siblings?"

She cocked her head and swirled her drink thoughtfully. "Just one sister. Older. We're not close. You?"

"I have six brothers, all younger," he replied, sounding despondent.

She smiled then. "Being the oldest of that many must be tough. You probably almost feel like their parent," she mused in return.

"Indeed, and by all means I practically am," he said with a sigh.

"As the youngest, it's not easy either. Even if you're bright, attractive, or anything else that's favorable, you'll always live in the shadow of your older siblings. Yes, most of the time, people are quite lenient with us, but knowing you'll never amount to your sibling is difficult when you pride yourself in your accomplishments... and nobody else does except you," she declared quietly.

Lucifer looked at her openly then, studying her face. He hadn't ever considered such a thing, but it made sense as to why his youngest brothers may have felt jaded when it came to him.

"I appreciate your perspective, actually. That's something I suppose I never have to deal with," he finally replied after she stared back at him. She nodded and took a drink.

"What do you do for a living, Luci?" She inquired, looking out the window.

"I work in the government as well as in education," he replied. "Though, looking after my brothers is more of a full-time job than anything else." He paused for a moment and then continued. "You said you have a partner, tell me about them."

"Ah, well, we've only been seeing each other for over a month, but we're incredibly happy. My parents adore him, and he's really just... something else," she replied with a sweet smile on her lips. The demon tilted his head at this, trying to calculate his next move, while also sorting through why he would be jealous in this moment, but that was for later.

"You sound very happy with him. How'd you meet?" He asked.

"It was kind of strange how we met... He just showed up one day, and he's been with me ever since," she replied dreamily.

Lucifer felt conflicted then. If this was Diavolo she was talking about, it sounds like he's not in trouble and likely has been playing house with this human. But, certainly, the prince wasn't kidnapped or in harm's way. He had managed to find himself a sweet woman who just liked him, maybe even loved him.

"I really should get going. Thank you for the coffee, Luci," she stated, coming to her feet while looking at her phone. "Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

Lucifer watched as she stood and walked away. A glimmer on her ring finger caught his eye, but he wasn't sure if maybe just the sun was playing tricks on his vision. Even after weeks in the human world, he wasn't entirely used to the blazing light.

Damn. Barbatos is going to be absolutely livid when he hears about this, he thought to himself as he watched her car leave the parking lot. He quickly stood to leave the shop and follow her in his red sports car.

"In the kitchen, darling," Diavolo called out to her as she came in the house through the garage. She bounded up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind after finding him.

"Hi," she purred.

He was standing at the stove, making a stir-fry for dinner while her parents were out of town. Though the moment her body collided with his, he straightened up and turned his head to the side.

"What..." he mumbled to himself. Diavolo put the spoon down and whirled around to look at her.

"What is it, b–"

"Were you with someone?" He asked defensively, looking her over. A particular smell radiated off of her, the smell he was finally able to place after being amongst the hunans for this long, one with a warning known to only demons. One that said, "Back off."

"What? I mean, I got coffee with someone, and I was just about to tell you about it. What's wrong?" She asked nervously.

"You..." He started to say and then pulled her into him. His brows were tightly knit, lips pressed into a thin line.

"I didn't do anything, I just–" she started to tremble, afraid he was mad. The demon deeply inhaled the scent from her hair, trying to place its familiarity.

"Who did you meet?" He asked roughly, his arm tightening around high on her waist.

"He said his name was Luci. Diavolo, what is this about?" She started to whine slightly.

"The scent of a demon followed you home, an intentional one at that," he murmured. He rubbed his chin back and forth across the top of her head, his other arm slithering around her. He growled ferally, a deep sound coming from the pits of his core, vibrating all across his body.

In a quick series of moves, he grabbed her by the waist and sat her on top of the bar across from the stove. His lips were on hers, furiously lashing his tongue against her mouth. The prince's hands were everywhere all at once, grabbing and caressing every which way across her body.

"You're mine," he snapped, kissing her neck and sinking his teeth into her delicate flesh.

"Baby, I'm sorry, p-please," she whimpered.

"I'm not–" he panted, "Not mad at you. Just let me take you, my love. Let me claim you again, make you mine."

She relaxed slightly and finally reciprocated his touch. "O-Okay... Yes, please," she whispered. He yanked off her shirt and tossed it. Not wanting to do it there anymore, he picked her up and quickly carried her to the couch in the living room, laying her back against the seat cushions while he worked her pants off and then her undergarments too.

"Mm, I love your body, your skin..." he purred, grinding himself against her. He swiftly tossed his shirt aside, followed by pulling down his lounge pants to release his hard, throbbing cock.

"Take me, Dia, make me yours," she murmured sweetly against his cheek.

"You're sure you're ready for me?" He asked a hit hesitantly, kissing her jaw.

"Now," she commanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He groaned and took hold of his length, rubbing the head up and down against her clit, spreading their fluids together and making them both moan. The head popped into her entrance with ease, opening up the rest of her cunt for his cock. He groaned again, his cock fully seated inside her, like it was his throne, like she belonged to him.

"Oh, my love," he rasped, a wicked smile threatening to cross his lips.

"Fuck me," she whimpered softly, clinging onto him.

"Gladly," he grunted, taking her legs onto his shoulders and pressing down into her. His thrusts started slow but deep, quickly building to a harsh pounding. Her moans quickly turned into wails of pleasure.

"You're all mine," he growled, leaning down to kiss her roughly. She blinked and suddenly he was in his demon form again, and she felt his cock thicken and throb inside her, causing an orgasm to barrel through her like a bullet train. This spurred him on to fuck her faster, gripping her thighs firmly as he folded her further into the mating press.

"Dia! It's too much!" She cried out, feeling another orgasm already burning within her core.

"Just–" he grunted, "A little– aghck, more." He was completely feral, watching her so intently with his glittering golden orbs fixated on her beautifully wrecked face.

Suddenly, he pulled her up, still sheathed on his cock, and he turned to kneel down to the floor, carefully laying her back, a move so tender, it was juxtaposed to how hard he fucked her once she was settled with her legs on his shoulders again.

"I love you," he groaned, feeling his inner knot begin to coil and start to snap.

"I-I l-l-love you-u!" She stammered back.

"I'm close," he rasped. He laid himself fully down on her, kissing her lips and trailing down to her breasts to lick and suck on her nipples. Her body curled in around him, a silent scream befalling her mouth as her whole body went rigid with pleasure.

"Dia, Dia, Dia!" She gasped, sounding strangled and pitiful.

"That's it, tighten down on me, make me yours too," he grunted. She turned her head and bit gently into his neck, feeling feral herself. It caught him by surprise, especially with how good it felt for her to mark him in return. It was enough for him to fall down the pits of pleasure, chasing his high and pounding his cock into her as he released spurts of hot cum.

His labored breaths filled the space around them. Carefully, he lifted himself up to look at her, suddenly a heavy weight of guilt on his chest.

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Once he was in her room, he gently kicked the door shut and locked it. He walked over to her bed and laid her back against the mattress gently, like she was his most prized porcelain doll.

"I-I, um, want you like... like this," she stated. He hummed approvingly and nodded, walking away to turn off the light, but then she called out to him again. "You can leave it on..." She sounded uncertain.

"You're sure?" He walked back to her, standing in front of her knees that dangled off the edge of the bed.

She looked away and back at him.

"I've noticed you prefer this in the dark," he added.

"I just... I don't look like you or most other people, humans, I mean. I know I'm not conventionally attractive," she replied, sounding disheartened.

"Darling," he murmured, climbing on top of her. "Though you can't see, I can when we're in the dark. I see every inch of this form, and I truly love every curve and how soft you are. You have nothing to worry about." He kissed her sweetly then, his tongue lapping at hers before breaking away. "So, it is my duty, I believe, to worship you in hopes you'll believe me."

Slowly, he crawled back and then came off the bed. At his full height, he stood and began to strip. His chains and fur fell to the floor in a heap, followed by his harem pants and boots next to it. He stood like a god before her, and when he looked down at her, he could feel, with his heightened senses, her arousal bleaching him like the most illustrious perfume.

"You're so... ethereal," she declared in a whisper. He crawled on top of her again, nudging her up the bed to lay in the middle.

"I think you are better suited for such a word, my darling. Seeing you when you first wake up is a privilege. All of my love tied up in this one body before me. It's almost too much to think about how much I love and adore you."

Her eyes began to shine then, her emotions peaking with his words.

"I love you too," she mumbled, pulling him down for more kisses. He gladly gave them to her, feeling her touch all over his body.

And thus began a slow series of rolls and turns as he helped rid her of her sleepwear, tossing it all aside lackadaisically. Their hands continued to busy themselves with all the groping and grabbing, massaging and squeezing, that they could get. Her hands greedily went for his new appendages, his wings and horns, to explore their texture and discover their sensitivity. Anytime she grabbed his horn, he groaned and leaned into her touch. But when she caressed his wings, that made him moan outright, never letting another have him like this.

"What else can your magic do?" She asked playfully, looking at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Where have you always wanted to have sex at?" He asked in the same manner, grinning at her.

"Hmm..." she hummed thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind maybe something like an under the stars thing."

"Close your eyes."

As told, she did, and then in the next moment, he tapped her shoulder.

Her eyes opened to see a dark sky glittering with so many stars she had never seen in her life. Plagued by light pollution and low viewing areas, she had never seen such a sky full of the galaxy she learned about. She could see stardust, twinkling and pulsating lights, brilliant arrays of colors. To the right and left were mountain ranges with snowcapped peaks. The air was fresh and quiet, the evening's serenade of fauna filling the emptiness.

And, of course, he was enthralled with her reaction, feeling her breathing nearly stop and her hands tighten their hold on him.

"Tell me you didn't just teleport us," she murmured, still gawking at the sky above.

He chuckled. "No, love. This is an illusion, but this is a real place I had been to in Japan and saw this very sky myself."

"It's beautiful." One of her hands reached down to feel her sheets still beneath them, but she couldn't see if they were laying on her bed or if they were on something else.

"I thought it was definitely one of the most beautiful things I'd seen in my lifetime," he replied in a murmur. "That was... until I met you."

She finally looked back at him, his golden eyes glittering.

"You continue to amaze me," she said, shaking her head.

"I haven't even shown you my best tricks yet," he murmured.

"Show me a little more," she mumbled before kissing him passionately, her hands coming to rest on either side of his head.

He groaned approvingly and reciprocated, eventually moving to her neck and the rest of her body, trailing down further and further until he stopped at her core.

"May I?" He asked, looking up at her and sliding her leg onto his shoulder.

She nodded and spread her other leg out for him. His dominant hand came to rub his fingers against her lower lips, spreading them open to gaze at the glistening slick accumulating there.

"I've been craving the taste of you for a while now. One taste is not enough," he commented before placing a kiss on her heat. She squirmed slightly, and her hand came to grip the sheets. He took that hand away and placed it on his head again. "Grab onto me instead," he commanded.

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against her spread cunt and began to lick it enthusiastically. His tongue took swipes at her clit, making her moan out, finally, with her hips bucking up into him. His other hand took hold of her hip, his thumb running back and forth across her skin. Her fingers curled into his fiery locks and pulled slightly. Seeing that as a clue of her enjoyment, he brought his lips up to suck her clit, his fingers moving away from her lips to drop lower and prod at her entrance. Feeling his finger get sucked in, he sunk in all the way to the hilt of his digit in one go.

"Ahh!" She called out, her face wrecked with pleasure already.

He moaned back to her, the sound vibrating against her heat. That only made her climb higher as the bliss lapped at her in waves. His finger then began to pump in and out, and soon enough, he added a second digit to start scissoring her open.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck! Diavolo you feel so good, fuck, I love you! I love this!" She began to actually babble for the first time. A rapturous smile adorned her face, and it sent his body racing with adrenaline to keep it going. With her like this, he couldn't stop anytime soon.

Taking away his hand, he tilted his face down slightly to sink his tongue into her quivering pussy. She twitched and slurred slightly, feeling his presence inside her. But what made her look down was when his tongue didn't stop sliding in. It felt enormously thick and longer, unlike what she had remembered from the first time they did this.

He kept his eyes on her, and when she had stared at him blankly for so long, he flicked the muscle against her walls, and she was sent to another level of pleasure. Her back arched deeply, and her other hand came to curl into his hair as well.

"Oh shit–" she gasped when she felt him wriggling more inside her. "Oh fuck, don't stop now. Pleeeeease don't stop. Whatever this is, keep going." Her voice had dropped in pitch and into a low groan. A burning fire started deep within her, a heat pooling in her center as he began fucking her with his tongue, sliding in and out and still continuously rubbing her walls incessantly.

Feeling brave, her hands finally took purchase of his horns, and the Demon Lord's eyes widened. The heat of her hands there, her essence on his tongue, bathing in her scent, it was all too much for him. His hips wanted to rut against the sheets, ready to take her, but he demonstrated great patience thus far; he wasn't going to ruin it now.

Diavolo took hold of her hips as he ravenously ate her out, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. Her body began to tremble as that singular flame in her core began to catch, spreading to the rest of her body. He noticed her breathing becoming shallow, little gasps escaping her throat between lewd moans. She was creaming around him, more of her slick coating his tongue. Her own body started to tigthen up, her thighs trying to collapse around his head.

"Please," she gasped, gripping his horns tighter. A traitorous tear ran down her cheek. His hands kept a death grip on her hips, seeking to bring her to her climax.

That's it, so close, he thought as he tried to sink his tongue as deep as it'd go into her pulsing cunt.

"Dia!" She gasped once more, heat dancing up her limbs and tracing back to her throbbing center. She cried as her orgasm overtook her, making her writhe under his hands, her thighs clamped around his head. Her cum flowed right onto his tongue and dripped out over his lips and chin. He drank every bit of her up, a growl vibrating in his chest at her sweet taste.

When her orgasm ceased, she instantly fell limp, breathing harshly and twitching. Finishing up his, well, "breakfast," he climbed up and laid himself on her, taking her weak arms and placing them over his shoulders to then hold her tightly. He gave her the time to recover as he listened to her breath rate slow, her heart not pounding quite so hard.

She hummed and turned her head, nuzzling his cheek. Lifting himself up, he looked down at her to find her gazing at him dreamily.

"That was a pretty good trick," she mumbled. He huffed air through his nose in amusement and kissed her cheek. Though, she became a bit more greedy as she kissed his lips, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Naughty little girl," he grumbled against her lips. "Already wanting more?"

"I always want more of you," she whispered. Biting his earlobe, she whispered, "Fuck me, please."

"Mm, I thought you wanted me to make love to you," he murmured in reply, stroking her shoulders.

"There's a difference?" She asked naively.

"I would say there is," he answered somewhat thoughtfully. "So which is it?"

"Maybe a mix of both," she replied, looking up into his eyes then.

"Both it is," he agreed.

The Demon Lord started slow, kissing her everywhere available to him, trailing all over her body to physically show her his love for her form. He planted love bites where he saw fit, even one on her shoulder that could show if she wasn't careful. His hands rested nowhere, too busy caressing all her curves and enjoying the feel of her velvety soft skin beneath his fingertips.

"You'll never understand what this does for me," he murmured, kissing her neck again. "I cannot be convinced that you weren't made for me. Every bit of you sends my body aflame, makes my heart skip, my mind stutters. Your beauty knows no bounds, in my eyes."

She wasn't sure what to say then, but really, she didn't have to say anything with the way she looked at him so adoringly. He knew her feelings were mutual and true.

It then occurred to him that he forgot to mention something.

"Ah, um, I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm quite different in this form," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Yes?" She agreed, confused by the statement.

"Well, that extends to all parts of me," he added, trying to hint at something.

Her eyes instantly flickered down and back up. "How different is it?" She asked, knowing what he meant.

"Mostly size," he admitted.

Her brows knitted together, and she looked askance. "Just when I was getting used to the other one..." she mumbled.

"Don't worry too much. I will still go slow, and you can tell me to stop," he added. He paused for a minute and caught her gaze again. "I don't want to hurt you, and I can change back anytime."

"Let's just try. I wasn't sure about taking you before, and I did it," she replied. He nodded and kissed her forehead.

"That's my good girl."

His dominant hand reached down between them again to start rubbing her clit, making her mewl and hum softly. Not making her wait much longer, he slid in two fingers and began pumping into her again. Her face was wrecked with pleasure once more while she tried to keep her focus on his face, as he did in return.

"That's it, baby, I'm going to open you up," he murmured to her.

She nodded, so he slowly added a third digit, making her squirm slightly at the stretch. Three of his fingers were easily more than four of hers. He felt her slick start to drip out of her, letting him know she was close.

"Dia," she whimpered, "Give me your cock."

And how could he say no? He was satisfied with his prep, so he pulled his hand away to start stroking his cock with it, covering it in her essence. Rubbing the fat head up and down her clit had her moaning loudly then. He caught onto her entrance after guiding it downward, groaning as he sank in.

"Fuck," he rasped, holding himself over her to watch her expression. Her eyes were wide but not panicked, just surprised. There was some resistance as the head popped in, but with one short thrust, he had slid more of his fat cock into her.

He realized she wasn't just looking at his face but all over, especially at his horns and wings.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, curious to her demeanor.

"Yes... Oh, sorry, I just... I'm sorry for staring," she finally looked away shamefully.

"No, please, look at me," he murmured, using his hand to guide her face forward again.

"This is what I wanted. It's amazing," she finally stated.

He smiled down at her and lowered himself back onto her, wrapping arms beneath her back. "Ready?"

She nodded. Slowly, he started thrusting again, his cock stretching her open even further. The burn was only temporary, as the more he pumped himself in, the easier it became.

"Oh fuck, you're so big," she finally whimpered, the initial shock wearing off.

"You're doing so good for me, baby, taking all of me," he groaned in her ear. She turned her head to kiss him. Her fingers dug into his biceps with her claw-like nails pressing crescents into his flesh deliciously, he thought. "So tight," he added with a wicked grin.

Thrust for thrust, he felt his nature wanting to take over. The pride said to make her squeal like never before, the demon said to fuck her until she passed out, and his own heart said he wanted to make sure this was all she would be able to think about for the rest of their days.

"Baby," he called to her in a husky tone. His wings stood on end as he started thrusting faster.

"Fuck me," she replied seemingly to his thoughts.

Perfect.

Keeping a tight hold on her, he lifted her up as he sat upright on his knees, and without a moment of reprieve, he started rigorously bouncing her up and down on his cock while thrusting his hips up into her roughly. Her moans fell out in time with each bounce. Eagerly, he dove down for her tits and began lavishly lapping at them, sucking her nipples and using his teeth to scrape the tender nubs.

"Ah! Diavolo!" She gave a short scream. Her walls were already so tight, and he could feel her body start to go rigid.

"Cum for me, baby, let go," he growled into her chest. He turned his head back up to her shoulder and placed more kisses and bites on her skin. When he felt her tell-tale signs of an orgasm, the tremble, the short gasps, her hips rutting back into his, he sank his teeth into the junction of her neck and shoulder. This sent her over the edge as he continued to rail into her until he felt her fall limp again.

He gently fell forward to lay her back. She was just coming down from the high when he murmured,

"I can make you a promise, my little darling, one everlasting and binding to us both."

Her haze started to fade at his words, and she looked up at him blearily.

"What is it?"

"I can give you a ring, tying us together," he answered.

"Wait, are you–"

"No, love, but I'll happily oblige you in the near future. Using my magic, I can tie us together so that no matter where we may go, we are always unified," he replied with a chuckle.

"Sounds like proposing to me," she muttered.

He shook his head and kissed her hand that he brought up to his lips.

"How does it work?" She finally indulged her own curiosity.

"I seal a very small part of my magic within this ring that will go on a part of your body, of your choosing of course, and I will do the same to myself," he replied.

"I suppose I could go for that. Put it here," she held up her hand away from his face, which had incidently been her left hand he brought up. "On the ring finger," she added with a grin, wriggling the finger she meant.

"It would be my honor," Diavolo answered. He took a hold of her finger within two of his, and in a low pitch, so low she couldn't make out his words, he verbalized the encantation.

She watched her hand intently, waiting for any sign of the spell working. Suddenly, a black line began to slowly encircle her finger where a ring would sit. Shifting onto one arm, Diavolo held up his left hand to show the same magical ink threading across the same finger. Before them, a glittering golden string started from the ink on his finger, twirling its way over to hers. When the connection was made, there was a brief surge of heat in her hand before it dissipated just as quickly.

"And now we belong to one another," he murmured, looking at their hands.

"I love you," she spoke in a rush, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him suddenly. He reciprocated immediately, holding her tightly.

Quickly, in a frenzy, they began to grope and grab at one another, their kiss devolving into being all tongue, teeth, and loud moans between them. He grabbed her legs and threw them onto his shoulders, folding her into a mating press. The way he pounded into her was loving and deep, making sure she felt every ounce of his desire and love for her.

"I love– agh, you too," he grunted.

"Fuck, baby!" She wailed, holding onto her legs then.

"Need you, need to make you mine," he spoke more animalistically then.

"I'm yours, take me," she whined back, tears openly starting to track down her face. "Let everyone know I belong to the Prince of the Devildom."

Those words threw him off the edge, pounding her harder and grunting like a mad demon. His grunts turned into growls and broken words of "Fuck," "Take it," and "I love you." His orgasm finally crashed like a tidal wave, forcing him to hold her tightly and still, growls and groans still escaping his lips. Hers came not too long after, her soft walls pulsating hard against his throbbing cock as he filled her with his cum.

It was quiet again, and Diavolo realized she was quieter than normal. He pulled back to see her eyes were shut, lips slightly parted, and breaths extremely shallow. The tear streaks on her face were noticeable, too

"My love," he murmured, stroking her face. She stirred only slightly with her body twitching.

Decidedly, he broke the illusion, leaving them in her bedroom once more, sprawled out on her bed. Though, he realized it was now broken, more than likely due to him, and he felt guilty for it. With careful movements, he put her legs back down on the mattress and pulled out of her, transforming back to his human form. Seeing as though she was still lost in limbo, he worked to clean her up, donning his clothes again and collecting hers to fold and lay beside her.

Soon enough, she stirred again, seemingly a bit more alive as she croaked out the prince's name,

"Dia."

"I'm here," he said, settling in beside her. She rolled into his embrace and nuzzled into his neck.

"That was amazing," she mumbled into his flesh. He grinned and stroked her back.

"Mm, it was. I'm glad you thought so, too. Are you hurt?" He murmured back, kissing the top of her head.

"A little sore, but I'm okay," she replied dreamily, her fingers dancing along his shoulder blades.

She dozed off like that, and soon enough, the demon prince pulled her blankets on top of them and found himself snoozing right along with her, both in pure bliss.

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And that's how it was for several weeks. Diavolo made himself at home with her and her parents, who eventually gave up on the idea of making them sleep separately, especially after several episodes of them falling asleep on the couch together. They had realized the two lovebirds were young and infatuated, and it was a precious time to be in. The prince also managed to charm his way into her parents' hearts as well. He learned to help with dishes and do some of the house maintenance her father couldn't get to anymore with age. Though, these were all things he never thought he'd do in his realm, he learned to love the mundane living of humans. It was peaceful and simple, something he didn't know he enjoyed this much.

And, of course, there was her, the light of his life. He watched her finish up her higher education, so very proud when she ran straight into his arms after her finals, waving her test grades around joyously. Diavolo was sure to remind her when they were alone, just how proud he was of her accomplishments.

One afternoon, she and the Demon Lord were visiting her favorite coffee shop to grab a couple of treats. Diavolo had been waiting in her car while she went in and grabbed them when she was met with a stranger, a rather unique one that certainly stood out in the shop.

She had been waiting for their order to be finished when she heard a deep masculine voice suddenly speak to her.

"Apologies, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a question."

She turned her head and cranked it back to stare into a set of green-blue eyes with bright blonde locks that stood out against his ivory skin. He was wearing a cream jacket with one sleeve left off, teal button-up, black jeans, and black loafers.

"Yes?" She asked suspiciously.

"I'm looking for someone, and I was wondering if you knew–"

Suddenly, her name was called out, but she remained still until another man barged into the store as well. He beelined straight for the man in front of her, who turned to face the other man. This one had white hair, golden brown skin, and what looked to be a designer track jacket.

"Oi, Satan, Beel just took off. We need to go," the white-haired one stated.

"One moment, Mammon, I was just–" and just as the one with golden blonde hair turned to look at her, she was gone. She had taken the moment to quickly grab her order and ran out the door to her car while the first one had his back turned.

"Mammon, she might've been who we were looking for. She looked like the woman from the photo we found of Diavolo in that security footage at the mall," Satan groaned. Mammon looked around out the windows and saw two cars trying to leave the parking lot.

"Well, it's gotta be one of those two cars," he replied, watching both drive off, memorizing their license plates.

"Did you get the license plates?" Satan asked, folding his arms.

"Yup. Now let's go get Beel," Mammon replied, walking out. Satan sighed again and followed his younger brother out the door.

Soon, Diavolo, we'll get you home. Soon.

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"My lord, we should talk," Barbatos stated, seeing Diavolo sitting at one of the couches in the penthouse. His human lover was asleep in their bedroom while he started to do recovery on everything he'd missed for the last several months.

"Yes, Barbatos, I figured you'd come by eventually. I'm starting on all the meetings I've missed with the nobledemons and their grievances," the prince replied, sitting back and holding a document up to read.

"I meant about the young mistress," Barbatos replied.

"Oh, yes, what is it?" Diavolo immediately looked up and set the page down.

"My lord, are we really certain about bringing her to the Devildom? Yes, we have the sorcerer, but are we really wanting to do this? I thought there was more you wanted to do before deciding who–"

"Barbatos," Diavolo sighed. "I think you know as well as I do that my mind is set on this. I'm not leaving her here."

"I really must implore you to think harder about this. I understand you'd like to keep her but would you be putting her in more danger by doing so?" Barbatos persisted.

Meanwhile, a particular and curious Demon of Pride slipped into the master suite while the prince and his butler argued in the living room. Lucifer looked around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He never knew a human to prefer it as much as she did. Quietly, he sauntered over to the bed where the sleeping human lay, all bundled up in the covers like a burrito. The demon sat on the edge closest to her and peered down at her. He could see just her face peaking out, her eyes closed.

"Sweet little lamb all wrapped up in her nest, not knowing the demon who watches as she lays to rest," he murmured to her.

She stirred some, and he watched with interest. When she was done, he slid in further to seat himself next to her. Carefully, he peeled back the covers, seeing her messy hair in a bun, wearing just a black lacey bralette. He grazed a knuckle against her cool cheek, then tracing a finger down her neck and clavicle. She was so smooth and soft to him. His eyes wandered down, seeing her breasts squished together so perfectly. He rather liked how she looked, her skin softly gleaming with the little light available, her body curvy and plush like the finest dessert he wanted to devour.

Yes, much more like a wolf and his little lamb he wanted to keep very close in his clutches.

He looked around the room then, taking it all in as he thought to himself, that was, until a little warm hand reached out to touch his.

"Lucifer," she murmured. His eyes darted toward her barely open ones.

"How do you know?" He whispered. Certainly, this human couldn't tell in such darkness, right?

"Voice," she croaked, "and cologne."

Lucifer smirked to himself and leaned down closer to her, tilting his head.

"Where's Diavolo?" She murmured again, trying to find her voice.

"Currently arguing with Barbatos in the living room," he replied. He saw her expression shift to worry, and he placed his large hand over her abdomen to gently push down. "It's being handled. Just rest in here for now." She nodded, so he brought his hand up to run his fingers over her eyes, closing them. "Shhh..."

He then got up and left the master suite to inquire about the current torrent of back and forth between the prince and his butler. He overheard that the woman was the topic of discussion, and walked in.

"If I may?" Lucifer suddenly interrupted, rounding the corner into the living room. "I've sent my brothers out on some errands. But I'd like to interject as well," he added.

"Go on," Diavolo replied.

"She's not an ordinary human. When we were on the plane, I had the privilege of speaking to her," the Avatar explained. "She is actually the last soul I ever made as an archangel. This human woman has my blessings."

"Really?" Diavolo asked and sat forward, his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together.

"Barbatos, my brothers and I are already quite taken with her. I don't see as to why she couldn't fill the role," Lucifer admitted to Barbatos. The butler sighed and looked askance.

"If she's blessed, then at least she stands some chance of survival in our realm. And more than anything, she is our charge. Anyone seen taking a stand against her presence would be taking a stand against the crown," Diavolo added.

The butler sighed and walked to the windows to think. Barbatos finally raised a brow. "You made her, Lucifer? What did you bless her with?" He turned to face the Morningstar.

Lucifer was quiet.

"Lucifer? What did you give her?" Diavolo asked the same question again.

"... Everything. I gave her everything," the fallen archangel finally answered. "She's blessed with many talents and favors. When I made her, I put my entire heart into her, not knowing why I was even making her. She's... highly favored."

The other demons sat there a bit speechless, something they didn't feel terribly often. They finally looked back at one another before looking at Lucifer.

"... If that's the case, we must take her," Barbatos stated.

With bleary eyes, she looked around the room she was in. The woman sat up and looked around. It was still dark in their room, just as Diavolo had left it. She vaguely remembered Lucifer coming in briefly to see her, though just barely so.

"Dia?" She called out softly.

When she received no reply, she slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the closet. She pawed through it and found a simpler lounge set of crimson velour pants and a plain black t-shirt. Once dressed, she left the bedroom and walked around the penthouse. It was completely empty, and she began to become anxious at the profound lack of anyone around. In the kitchen, she finally found a note.

"I had some food sent up to the room. It should be arriving when you wake up. Eat and watch some TV, I'll see you soon," –Diavolo

Her head tilted, and just as she placed the note down, the doorbell rang. Surprised, to say the least, she walked to the door and saw a delivery man in the peep hole. They exchanged pleasantries after she opened the door, and she took the food when they were done.

Sitting in the living room, she did as told, eating her takeout and putting on a romantic comedy. She felt very alone and anxious, but did her best to listen to Diavolo. Occasionally, she got up to use the bathroom or another drink from the fridge.

It was nearly three hours in, and one and a half movies later, they still weren't back. She was growing more concerned until she started feeling sleepy. The thought to go to bed crossed her mind, but it was like her body was so heavy that she couldn't make it. The couch was good enough for her, she thought, as she laid down and closed her eyes.

Minutes later, she was awake again, but this time, it was completely dark in the penthouse, with no light coming from the city below the windows. She could hear rain hitting the window but couldn't even see it. It wasn't minutes, it was hours that had gone by as she saw 3:33 on the digital clock nearby.

"Diavolo?" She called out again. No answer. Dread and fear began coursing through her body. She had no way of contacting anyone with her own cell phone, and all he said was they would see each other soon.

"Come here," she heard a whisper say from the penthouse door. Her head whipped around to look in the direction she heard it from.

"No," she called back, treading carefully. She knew from how it sounded that it was inhuman, and knowing about the supernatural world as she did, it wasn't far-fetched to think it was a spirit.

"Come. You want to see him, yes?" It whispered again.

"You won't help me. Begone," she barked, standing her ground. The voice chuckled quietly.

"Don't be so quick to cast me out, girl. Your soul may be old, but I have existed longer than most stars in all universes," the whisper replied.

She then quietly stood, walking toward the door. "Okay, fine. Here I am," she replied.

"Closer, dove, I need you at the door," the voice beckoned again.

With her brows furrowed, arms folded, and back straight, she approached and stood within inches of the door. "Now what?"

"Little lamb, old soul, sweet girl, you are called to a new place," the door replied. "Hark, think back to the times you fell out of step with mortals, when you knew things no one else did but had no explanation for how you did, or how the spirits sought your company, yet you felt compelled to deny them."

"I remember..." she answered, feeling slightly dizzy, but more like she was experiencing vertigo as everything became even darker around her, to the point that not a single lumen of light could be seen.

"You were blessed by Lucifer himself, a doll for the darkness, a lamb for the light, a soul for the saved and damned. Many adore, lust for, and want you, but only the select few were only ever meant to keep you. Those few have come to take you home, to bestow great gifts and charms upon you in this new life they offer."

"... What must I do?" She asked, her words beginning to slur as she held her head in her hand.

"Sit at the right of the right hand and at the left of the crown," it answered cryptically. "Wear the crown of thorns and carry it high above your subjects. Let them see you, let them drown themselves in your empathy. And let the sovereign grovel before you, worshipping your being as you lay the path to his dreams simply by walking along his circuit. They shall all love you, and you shall love them. You will redeem rewards you longed for your entire life for your deeds, malicious and benevolent."

She stared at the door, listening to every word. Even as it spoke, she comprehended it was speaking in another language, yet she could understand every word. Blinking a few times, she finally felt clarity as the pain subsided.

"Is this the way to his home?" She asked, placing a hand on the door. Immediately, three circles began to etch into the door, as if someone was holding a woodburner pen to it.

The first circle on the left was filled with the design of a crown, embellished with precious stones and harsh thorns. "The Emperor" was listed below it. The third circle on the right was filled with a set of beautiful, intricate scales, perfectly balanced with a feather and a boulder on each platform. "Justice" was listed below it. Finally, the middle circle began to fill itself. There was a line down the middle, and each half was filled with half of a very familiar face. Her own face appeared on the left, and the prince's on the right in high detail. Below it read "The Lovers."

"Make your choice, little lamb."

Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene, her breathing becoming feather-light and heart pounding in her chest.

She swallowed thickly and reached up high on the door, letting her fingers drag across the warm wood.

"Take me home."

The door became untouchable with fiery heat, and it suddenly disappeared but left the smoldering images hanging in mid-air.

Beyond the burning glyphs, she looked past them and saw two glaring crimson eyes glaring down at her, as if it was further down the hallway.

"A wise choice," the figure said, coming closer. "Are you afraid?" It sounded nothing like the whisper from the door. This sounded like the chorus of all the voices she's heard her whole life, the ones she ignored or turned away in favor of trying to lead a normal life. And it was finally in this moment who she's seen and heard all these years.

"Just of the uncertainty. Not of you," she answered. "I know you."

"And I know you, lamb. And you will get to know me more and the life you were meant to have."

A shadowy hand extended toward her, illuminated by the burning glyphs.

"Take my hand, and I'll take you home, darling."

She saw something in her peripheral and saw the colors coming into focus to show her the childhood bedroom she was leaving behind. Her life. Her parents. Everything she ever knew.

Looking back to the hand waiting for her, she took another deep breath before trailing her glowing gaze up toward the large crimson orbs that watched her.

"Will it hurt?" She asked, her hand raised with her palm up, not extending it past her own frame.

"Not at all. I'm here to ensure your safe delivery. Your body and soul will remain in tact."

She nodded and looked at the burning epitaph before her, studying their shape and meanings.

"I want to see you," she stated. She felt the being's hesitation and added, "Like this. Don't change to your human form."

"Then you will be afraid," he answered.

"You've been in my mind the entire time. I've seen you in corners and beyond the edges of the halls," she insisted. "I want this."

Unable to resist the temptation, the figure stepped forward, the light before her subtly illuminating his form. She craned her head back. It was at least ten foot tall, the entire body a blanket of black soot and shadow, the outlines of the form hazy with vapors. To the more solid parts of the body, they shined dully. Her eyes trailed upward to find hard-cut abs and a highly muscular frame. It was only when she finally found the beast's face that she was a little stunned. The shape never stayed consistent, the vapors fluctuating between a lion, goat, humanoid, to something that could only he described as demonic. The face finally settled on a mix of humanoid and demonic. He had a sharp nose and high cheekbones, horrifyingly beautiful with his crimson eyes and wicked smile lined with bloody teeth. Large batlike black wings riddled with falling black feathers twitched behind him.

"... Satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you... Lucifer," she answered. He held out his ghostly black hand to her again. "... I'm ready."

He smiled again, licking his teeth. "We'll see."

Keeping her eyes locked on his, she placed her small hand in his much larger one, his long fingers with talons curling around her fist. His touch was simultaneously warm and cool. He tugged her in close, looking down at her. "Hang on."

Lucifer bent down to sweep her up into his arms, cradling her bridal style. He turned and began walking down the hallway that was slowly becoming illuminated with every step he took. They shined from looking wet, as if they were in a sewer. She laid her head against his chest.

He stopped and waved his hand over her face, causing her eyes to close. "Rest, my lamb, we'll be there soon."

In milliseconds, she was asleep again, and he took off running down the halls of hell, speeding past the souls of the damned, the circles of each sinful ring a blur. Though it was a long and treacherous journey for anyone else, for one of hell's most feared occupants, he had no trouble traversing its distance. He flew up toward the hellish skies, passing the brimstone fires, hail, and electrical storms. Though she may have been intrigued, he wanted to save such a journey for when she was more prepared.

Thunders and cracks of lightning spurred around him as he flew through the tunnel connecting hell to the residential realm of demons: the Devildom. In reality, it took hours to make the trek, but to him, it felt like minutes.

With a loud thud, Lucifer touched down in the center of the Student Council Room at RAD, his wings wrapped around himself and his cargo. He was breathing hard and reorienting himself in his humanistic form again. As the cloak of hell's overcast dissipated, he took a deep breath and looked up, his wings unfurling to reveal the little bundle in his arms.

"Thank you, Lucifer. Right on time as always," Diavolo called out, taking his seat at the head chair in his own demonic form, draconic wings and tail slowly dissipating. He snapped his fingers and returned to his regular form again. "I hope the gates behaved. The spirits were a little unruly from her presence."

"It was fine," Lucifer replied, gently setting the woman down on the floor. His brothers began to file into the room, chatting amongst themselves as they saw her laying there on the floor. They briefly checked in with Diavolo, reporting on their efforts to prepare for their new arrival. After Lucifer laid her out more comfortably, making sure she was put together, he stepped away and straightened his uniform before taking a seat beside his brothers below Diavolo.

"Are we ready?" Diavolo asked, setting his papers down and looking around to make sure everything was in place.

The brothers sounded off their readiness in reply, enthusiastic for their new member.

"Lucifer," Diavolo ordered, leaving his command unspoken. Lucifer raised his hand and snapped his fingers, rebuking his spell.

Everyone went silent as they all watched her. It took nearly a minute before she started to stir, her eyes unfocused and trying to open unsuccessfully. Her vision was tilted, her head swimming as she fought to orient herself again. The air pressure felt different, her body felt somehow lighter, and the air smelled much different, like spice and crisp autumn leaves. This wasn't earth, and she knew it pretty quickly.

While she regained consciousness, Diavolo watched nervously. His golden gaze was trained solely on her as she started to try and prop herself up on an elbow.

"My head..." she groaned softly.

The prince flinched but ultimately stayed in his seat. He had seen her last just merely half a day prior, but he had missed her so much. And entrusting her with Lucifer was not easy, but he was grateful it went as well as it did.

Finally, she sat up fully, leaning on one arm as she used her free hand to rub her eyes. She blinked a few times and let her eyes adjust to the new lightning, as it was dimmer than before. It was then that she looked up and saw all her companions from before smiling down at her, waiting patiently. Her eyes darted up to the large red-head sitting in the chief judge's chair that smiled down at his beloved human.

Diavolo stood slowly.

"Welcome to the Devildom... Taylor."

I hope you enjoyed! This has been the finale of Dollface. As I wrote this story, I knew the direction I wanted to go, and it evolved to how *I* came to the Devildom in a joint story of Diavolo's mishap in becoming a doll. My name is Taylor IRL, so I apologize if you may have been confused at the end. But I wanted to make this a story that most everyone could enjoy, and be reader insert minus a few choice places. Insert your own name at the end!

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Slowly, she turned and unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching toward the back and pulling on two pull tabs on the sides of the back seat, causing them to fold down.

Diavolo's hands began to wander her form, touching any and everywhere he could as she sat forward again. She suddenly giggled.

"You may have to crawl through the back. Go on, and I'll let you in," she said.

He got out and quickly walked around to the back where the hatch opened to reveal her on her hands and knees, the front two seats now also folded forward. Though he was still rather massive as he crawled in on top of her, this was more doable than just trying to fit in the backseat alone. The headroom was less than desirable, but it didn't matter too much as she closed the hatch and tugged him down to kiss his lips feverishly.

"This is what you wanted, yes?" She asked lustfully.

"More or less," he murmured playfully. "As long as I have you."

"You have me," she replied as her hands busied themselves into unbuttoning his shirt and pulling off his tie.

"Then that's all I'll ever need," he stated, kissing her neck. They scooted up as far as they could, allowing his long legs to stretch out, still much too tall. It was better when she laid up against the back of the passenger front seat.

"I want you, Dia," she whimpered into his ear as she kissed the lobe. He had her jeans down around just one of her ankles, spreading her legs out to plunge his fingers into her wet heat.

"Oh baby," he groaned, feeling her creamy wetness cover his digits, listening to the wet sounds they made.

"Mmmmmm, Dia," she let out a long moan.

"Is this what your friend thought you would be doing here?" He asked impishly in her ear.

She squirmed and smiled, her hips bucking into his hand. "No, but she'd be happy for me," she replied cutely.

"What a good friend," he murmured, fucking his fingers into her faster.

He slowed as she pulled her blouse off, unclasping her bra and laying it to the side. Working his way back up to a faster pace, he ducked his head down to kiss and lick her nipples, sucking on them as she arched her back from the sensation. Heat was already building in the small space, making it steamy and foggy on the windows.

Moving back up to her lips, he mumbled his praises to her. "You're amazing, my little darling. Treating me so well, letting me ravish you. You feel so good just in my hand." He cupped her pussy then, fingers still plunged deep within and curling them against her g-spot. She let out a much louder moan then, her core and inner knot tightening as her release approached faster and faster.

"Please, make me cum," she whimpered softly against his neck. He had lost his patience in that moment and quickly took his fingers away to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his slacks, and pull out his cock, already hard and so ready to plunge into her cunt. He stopped, remembering she couldn't see as her hands were blindly feeling what he was doing.

"I need you," he groaned. "I need to be inside you."

"Take me," she murmured hastily. He stopped and searched her face in the darkness. It wasn't often he was caught off-guard by his own emotions, but seeing her like this, so receptive of him, it was almost overwhelming.

"I love you," he stated more seriously. She couldn't see his expression, but the sincerity of his voice made the lustful haze dissipate for a moment.

"I... I love you, too," she said slowly. He could see the uneasiness at the revelation in her eyes, but the way she also relaxed made him realize she meant it, too.

He kissed her passionately then, taking hold of his cock again to angle it towards her entrance. The heat radiating off her cunt was so enticing, and the initial thrust in was an easy glide. She immediately clung onto him, her thighs clamped around his hips.

"Darling, relax for me," he murmured, using his free hand to slip under her head and cradle her while his fingers gently rubbed her scalp. "I'm here, I won't go anywhere."

Very slowly, she relaxed her body, still holding on but not quite as tightly. And, just as slowly, he began thrusting into her, her pussy opening up more and more to him. Even her moans sounded less strained, more open, and relaxed.

"Feels s'good," she mumbled, kissing his cheek. He was enthralled by the sweet gestures she did and made like that, or how her hands roamed his back and shoulders, curling her little fingers in his hair.

He hummed in reply, sliding his other arm underneath her back to hold her closer, as if they weren't close enough in this case.

"I promise to give you the world if you say you'll let me keep you," he murmured in her ear, nibbling on her lobe in return.

"I'm yours," she replied, one of her hands grabbing onto his shoulder blade, her nails digging into his flesh. He groaned and sped up, taking her right leg and hoisting it over his shoulder. She cried out then, feeling another rush of heat coming on to barrel another orgasm through her.

"I'm yours, my love, my sweet sweet girl," he replied, now pussydrunk and feeling his own orgasm approach.

"Cum with me," she mumbled into his ear. "I'm close."

"I will, baby, I promise," he grunted in reply, fucking her faster. The car had begun to rock the faster and harder he went. It was fairly evident to anyone who should pass by what was going on, like two teenagers at their first opportunity to be alone like this. Though, the pair were more fortunate that they were out in the country, somewhere private.

"I love you," she whimpered again, nuzzling her face into his. He melted at her unprompted words, feeling and hearing her sincerity course through his veins.

"I love you more," he murmured playfully again. She smiled in return, making his cock throb then as he got closer to the edge. For him, she didn't have to do much to turn him on or make him feel good. It was simply like she was made for him because every little thing she did and said just fueled his fire.

"Please, inside me," she commanded in a soft cry, tightening her hold again. He let her, knowing she felt her control slipping as they danced further and further away from the rational and closer to the euphoric side of life.

One of his hands quickly slid out from beneath her and back in between them to rub at her clit, giving her the extra stimulation.

"Yes! Yes, right there! Don't stop!" Her voice fell to a more quiet and strangled whimper.

"Come on, baby, give it to me," he growled, picking up the pace again and slamming into her. "So close."

"Diavolo!"

Her little wail was muffled into his shoulder, tears pricking her eyes as her vision went white. Feeling her walls begin to milk his cock, he finally let go and chased the pleasure burning his sanity. His grunts turned into moans, a slight whimper as his release finally sank in, driving his hips to surge forward and become still. A warmth filled her deeply, making her twitch more with each wave of bliss.

After taking a moment to come back to reality and gather in his senses, Diavolo felt her still trembling, clutching onto him like her life depended on it with her face buried in his shoulder.

He murmured her name a few times, trying to coax her into relaxing. It took several tries, but finally, she pulled back, letting him see her. She had a few tear stains on her cheeks, her makeup a bit ruined then.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He murmured quietly, caressing the side of her head.

"N-No..." she mumbled, somewhat in a daze and staring blankly.

"What happened?" He prodded further, anxious that he messed up.

"It's just... a lot. I'm emotional and... I'm sorry, I sound dumb," she tried to explain and then backpeddled.

"No, tell me. It was okay?"

"More than okay, it was amazing. I just experience it very intensely, on an emotional level," she answered, sounding more clear-headed.

"I see. I think that's endearing. I'm glad we have this connection," he answered. He then looked side to side, thinking of how to do the next part. "Is it okay if I remove myself?" He asked finally.

"Mhm," she affirmed, letting him go. He placed her leg back down slowly and pulled away, tucking himself back in and somewhat putting himself together. His attention was diverted when he saw her sit up on her elbows, wincing.

"I'm too old to do this in a car anymore," she grumbled. Her eyes popped open and she looked in the direction of the prince. "Well, not as old as you."

Diavolo growled playfully and snatched her into his arms, making her giggle and squeal as he sent his lithe fingers up and down her sides.

"And this old demon found a sweet, pretty little lady to steal away and keep all for himself for eternity," he stated in her ear using a flair of his demonic nature in his voice.

She instantly became still, staring into the darkness as her heartbeat quickened. He could feel the drastic change in her and started to backpeddle himself.

"I apologize for scaring you," he stated.

"I can't tell if that scared me or turned me on, to be quite honest," she replied a bit matter-of-factly.

"Both?"

"Both."

They then started laughing together, turning so they could hold each other on their sides, his arm under her head for support.

"I love your laugh, it's so authentic," he tried to compliment her. She raised a brow.

"That's a nice way of saying it's ugly," she bit back. His brows shot up and he panicked.

"No! That's not what I meant at all, it's just–" he saw her then smirk and he stopped.

"I'm teasing, big boy," she stated impishly. "I like yours too. It's contagious."

He sighed and used his free arm to pull her in closer.

"I can't believe this is real at times," he murmured to himself and her.

"Why?"

"I've lived a lonely life. It was only when my butler and the brothers came along that I felt like I had company, but still, they're at arm's length," he answered.

"Then you crave intimacy, romantic or platonic," she replied thoughtfully. He was quiet for a moment.

"I suppose so." The prince sat with it for a little bit before adding, "I don't want just sex with you. I desire intimacy from you in all its forms."

Her hand came to rest on his upper chest, just below his neck. She looked up at where she thought his eyes would be. "I hope you understand that I have a lot of love to give. I'm very loyal and desire closeness too. But you'll have to forgive me because, at times, I'm distant from having been abused in the past."

"I hope you choose to let me in so that I can help you," he replied. She nodded and nuzzled her face into his neck, sighing with content as he fully wrapped himself around her– well, as best he could after all.

After a little while, she finally sat up on her elbow and sighed. "We should probably head back," she declared. He kissed her forehead and hummed in agreement.

---

Once back at her house, she led Diavolo to the spare bedroom on the opposite side of the house to her and opened the door. It was very late and her parents were well asleep then.

"You'll sleep here. I already put your clothes away, and if you need anything, just come get me," she explained. He walked in and turned.

"I don't get the pleasure of sleeping with you?" He asked, actually being serious.

She chuckled. "My parents are old-fashioned, so no," she replied. He nodded and looked at the bed.

"I understand, but I'll miss you," he stated sweetly. She approached and gave him a tight hug, to which he kissed the top of her head.

"Good night," she mumbled.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

After that, she closed the door and walked away, heading back to her room. She got settled and ready for bed, donning a sleep shirt and missing the prince as well.

It took only a few minutes of her laying in bed with her eyes closed that she felt the bed shift and a familiar and bulky presence next to her.

"This isn't your bed," she mumbled, turning to face the Demon Lord.

"Any bed that you're in is mine, too," he murmured playfully. "Plus, this one is bigger."

"I'm sorry that the other one is small. I can take that one and you can stay–"

"Darling, I just want to be next to you," he interrupted her.

"Fine, but don't think that my parents will believe you came in here because you were having nightmares or something," she mumbled sleepily, allowing him to pull her into his embrace. He scooted into the middle and pulled her mostly on top of him. His arms came to rest on her back, and he laid there feeling her breathing start to slow, little twitches of her body signaling she was falling asleep.

Diavolo enjoyed every minute of this. Her. Him. This. Them. Together. It was more wondrous than he could ever imagine, more intimate than he ever thought possible for someone like him. A soul so radiant and full of life that was somehow attached to his soulless being was able to show him love in ways he didn't know about.

He rubbed her back as he sat there thinking about her. Thoughts of home started to surface, but now he was starting to wonder about the possibilities before him. What if he never went back to the Devildom? Was he content to stay here, build a life with this human? He definitely couldn't part from her; that wasn't an option. But he wouldn't pressure her into going back home with him.

The Demon Lord imagined what it would be like to build such a life with her. Would they be like the movies? Would they have dinner with her parents once a week? Could he bond with them and come to see them as his family? As the years passed, they could buy a home and get some pets. He could get a job and spoil her rotten like he wanted to.

And before he knew it, he was asleep, too, imagining those things for himself.

---

When she awoke the next morning, she felt around to find her bed empty. Driven by a wave of anxiety, she quickly got up and found her lounge pants before leaving her room. She immediately heard voices coming from the living room, and peaking around in the kitchen over the bar, she saw her father and Diavolo watching TV and conversing about...

"What an intriguing sport! So you play this, yes?" Diavolo asked enthusiastically. Her father immediately lit up and began going on about it.

"Sure, I play, but it's just a hobby. I'll never be a pro like these guys," he answered, pointing the remote at the TV.

"Well, certainly you are very knowledgeable and work very hard to improve your skill. I am sure you could play competitively if you really wanted to," the prince responded.

"Nah, too old. These kids are around my daughter's age and up, but you don't see too many old guys out there," her father stated.

Immediately, Diavolo's head turned when he heard the floorboard shift, knowing she was nearby.

"Well, good morning," the demon called out to her. She sheepishly came around and sat next to Diavolo, his arm instantly encircling her shoulders. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans, and no socks, looking rather comfortable already.

"Morning," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes beneath her glasses.

"Your father was teaching me about golf. It's quite the sport! It requires a lot of concentration, planning, and forethought. It reminds me of chess in that way," Diavolo explained excitedly.

"Did he now..." she mumbled again, still not totally awake.

"Well, I'm gonna go run some errands. Good talkin' to you, son," her dad said, getting up and leaving the room.

Once he was gone, Diavolo excitedly turned to her, crossing a leg.

"I have some good news," he explained.

"That my dad called you son?" She asked sarcastically.

"No– well, yes, I enjoy that he sees me as familiar enough to call me that. Your father is a good man, I can tell," the prince replied happily. "But, no, my good news is my magic returned."

"Oh? It did? When?" She asked, looking surprised.

"This morning, I woke up in my demon form," he explained. She tilted her head in confusion.

"You couldn't before?"

"No. I tried to when I was in the dressing room yesterday, but I felt blocked from my magic," he replied.

"So... that means..." she trailed off.

Diavolo saw the look of uncertainty in her face and knelt down in front of her on the floor, taking her hands in his. "Yes, that means I can find my friends and go home, but I want to preface you with the fact I won't go without you. It's both of us or not at all."

She looked ahead into his eyes, seeing the truth in his golden gaze.

"Okay," she whispered.

He smiled and lurched forward to kiss her, his muscular arms encircling her frame.

"Do you want to see it? Me?" He asked, purring against her lips.

"Sure," she mumbled back, kissing his lips more.

He pulled away from her and completely sat back on his haunches. She sank back into the couch to watch. His hands rested on his thighs as he watched her intently. Like oil paint sliding of its canvas, his humanly form melted away, yielding an even taller and darker demon with bright red hair, black lines tracing over his abdomen, horns curling around his skull, and a set of draconic wings unfurling. His demon form outfit materialized in time with his disclosure.

"Oh," she whispered, barely audible.

"What do you think?" He asked, watching her reaction. Her eyes were wide, heart rate up, but her body started to lean in towards him. He watched as her eyes slowly trailed from the top of his head and down south, taking in every inch.

"You're... stunning..." she murmured in a low pitch. He became acutely aware of her body's reaction to his, clearly in a heightened state of arousal.

The human woman finally sat forward and reached out to him, to which he leaned forward in response to allow her access to him. She caressed his horn and trailed lower, her fingertips brushing over his burning skin. He was now also aware of his arousal for her, how she touched him.

"I, uh... I have a thing for monsters," she confessed suddenly, her eyes tracing the ink across his torso.

"No, really?" He teased. She finally met his gaze again with a burning flush on her cheeks. "You're dating a demon after all. I assumed you did."

She swallowed thickly and continued to let her eyeline fall, absorbing his muscular figure.

"What do you want?" He asked in a seductive tone, getting her attention.

"For you to make love to me," she mumbled bashfully.

He growled playfully then. "It would be my pleasure, and soon enough, it'll be yours, too," he murmured, sliding his hands beneath her to lift her off the couch into a bridal carry back to her room. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

She watched him as he walked, seeing the different lights bouncing off of his form. He collapsed his wings behind his back to walk, ducking his head underneath the doorways, as she realized he was definitely taller in this form.

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"I apologize, my love, I let my jealousy get the better of me," Diavolo murmured quietly, taking in her dazed appearance. She laid there with her arms out to the sides, legs back down on the floor.

"That... was the sexiest moment of my life," she mumbled in reply, eyes fluttering. His own brows raised, and his eyes widened, surprised by the admission.

"It's not a favorable look for me, so I do try not to be," he admitted sheepishly. "I've been able to keep it in check when other humans come too close, and I can tell they want you, but when it's a demon... That's something I can't overlook."

She finally focused on his face and smiled sweetly. He relaxed slightly and brushed her hair off her neck and face.

"I didn't know you had that in you," she added with a naughty grin. "I like seeing you jealous."

Knock knock knock

Diavolo instantly growled and looked over his shoulder. It didn't help he was still balls-deep inside his human lover, as the jealousy still hadn't quite faded yet. Turning back to her, he sighed. "Shall I get that?"

"Maybe not like this," she said with a chuckle. He chuckled too and carefully pulled away, helping to put her back together as well as himself. He flicked her shirt into his hand with magic and handed it back to her. Once ready, the doorbell then rang, and Diavolo got up to answer.

"What is it?" Diavolo snapped as he opened it, and immediately his eyes went wide and jaw dropped.

"D-Diavolo?"

"Lucifer?"

Both demons stood there in absolute shock, and, quickly, the human woman came up behind the prince and peaked around to see what the issue was, only to find that demon that had bought her coffee earlier that same day was now at her door.

"It's you," she murmured, looking at the man she had known as "Luci" previously.

It was silent again between the three, and nervously, she slid her arm into Diavolo's, feeling worried.

"Wh– How did you find me?" Diavolo asked in astonishment.

"It wasn't easy, but we've been following a rather sparse trail to find you in this area," Lucifer replied. His eyes darted to the human at Diavolo's flank, and they narrowed in agitation. "All because some little human has been keeping you here."

Instantly, her blood pressure spiked and blood boiled at that remark. Feeling her irritation, Diavolo put his hand on hers in solidarity. But before the prince could say much, the woman piped up,

"Some little human? I have a name, you know. And I haven't been "keeping him." He's been staying with me," she snapped, coming around Diavolo's form and standing up to the Avatar.

Lucifer's brows raised at her insolence but kept it together for the prince's sake. "She's correct, Lucifer," Diavolo affirmed. "Why don't you come in and talk?" Lucifer and the woman glared at one another, but eventually she conceded, waving them toward the kitchen table in the dining space.

Once all three were sat, Lucifer started in, "How long have you been here? How did you even get here?"

"It's a long story," the prince replied with a sigh. "I was turned into a doll when I touched a cursed text back at the magic item expo I was at back in Kyoto. I ended up here by happenstance, and eventually, the curse broke. This lovely lady has been taking care of me the entire time," he finally beamed at her, taking her hand.

Lucifer looked disgusted then, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. "So you've been playing house with her while we've all been worried sick looking for you, is that right?" He snapped.

Diavolo narrowed his eyes and straightened up. "I appreciate you all looking for me, but as I said, she is the reason I didn't end up in a landfill somewhere or on the streets without a place to stay. She has been nothing but kind and hospitable, even knowing what I am."

Lucifer's jaw dropped. "You told her?"

"I'm tired of you speaking like I'm not here," the woman barked at Lucifer. "Yes, I've made sure Diavolo has had clothes, food, and somewhere to stay ever since he became human. I took care of him as a doll, too, making sure he didn't get lost or torn. And yes, again, he told me about who you all are."

"It took about a week for the curse to break, and then a couple more days after that for my magic to return," Diavolo finally added.

"If your magic returned that long ago, then why did you not come find us?" Lucifer asked indignantly.

The prince sighed, looking askance. "This is the first time I've been able to feel "normal" in my entire life, Lucifer. I've learned what it's like to be living as a human, and I've actually enjoyed myself." Diavolo then looked toward the woman beside him. "And I happened to be so lucky as to find love as well."

Lucifer rubbed his temples and groaned. "Diavolo, you know this can't work–"

"How is everyone else doing? Where are your brothers?" The Demon Lord interrupted pointedly with a smile.

The Avatar of Pride bristled and bit his tongue. After taking a pause, he sighed again. "They're nearby. I had a feeling you were here, and I told them to stay close in case I needed them. Barbatos stayed in Japan to manage your hotel and keep an eye out in case you returned."

Diavolo nodded. "That's just as well." He looked to his human partner. "Might they come in to say hello?"

"I guess..." she said with hesitation. She hopped off the chair and walked over to the front door, where she saw some shadows lingering in the window of the door.

While the human was getting the door, Lucifer and Diavolo gave each other meaningful looks, clearly communicating silently.

Diavolo, you can't be serious.

I assure you, I am serious.

You need to come back with us immediately.

I will come back, but not without her.

Please, just let her down so we can go–

No.

Diavolo.

I said no.

Slowly, she unlocked it and opened the door. Before her stood six very tall men, two of which she had met already. They all looked down at her and she craned her neck up to look at them.

"Well, I guess you can come in," she stated flatly, gesturing for them to enter. They filed in quietly, and the prince and eldest all met them in the living room.

"Go on," Lucifer told his brothers.

One by one, they introduced themselves to the woman, and Asmodeus was the first to approach, looking her over.

"I mean, those photos did no justice to you. You're even prettier in person," the fifth born commented.

"Asmo," Lucifer groaned.

"Photos?" She immediately inquired. "What, like you all were tracking me?"

There was a stunned silence until Diavolo came around to put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure it was just so they could find me. Right?" He said, looking up at the rest of the group with a knowing smile, as in, they should agree or they'll hear about it later. They started nodding in agreement.

"This is where you live? It's a bit smaller than the houses in the Devildom," Satan mused, looking around and reaching up to touch the ceiling by barely raising his arm.

"Our average height is nearly a whole foot shorter than that of demons," she quipped. Satan smirked and nodded, appreciating her wit.

"Well, what do we do now?" Beel asked.

"You all can't stay here. This is my parents' house. They've been nice enough to let Dia stay, but I don't think they'll go for seven more," she replied hesitantly.

"I think it's time we take Diavolo and go then," Mammon suggested, walking towards the door.

"Excuse me?" The woman called out in aggravation. Mammon found himself immediately halting as she latched onto his jacket sleeve. He looked down at her to see such fury in her eyes. "Go where, exactly? Who do you think you are?"

Mammon's eyes flickered back and forth between the demons behind her, and this short human still gripped onto his jacket sleeve. No one was willing to stop her, and the longer Mammon studied her, the more he realized he rather liked this spicier side of her.

"Uh... Nevermind. Let go, will ya?" He conceded, batting her hand away. She finally let him go to return to Diavolo's side, but he kept an eye on her nonetheless.

"I imagine we need to see Barbatos, to let him know I'm alright. I'm sure he's absolutely livid with the whole situation," Diavolo said with a sigh. He felt the woman's hand grip onto his, and he looked down at her. "You'll, of course, come with us, yes?"

She looked up at the group before her and then back up at the prince. "I think we need to talk about this, privately, first."

Diavolo's brows went up but he ultimately nodded, letting her take his hand and lead the two into her bedroom down the hall. Once the door was closed, he put his hand on the door and hexed the room to keep prying demons out of their conversation.

"Are you leaving?" She asked quietly, crossing her arms and looking down at the floor. He immediately knew she was disheartened.

"Not without you, darling," Diavolo replied. "I'm not going anywhere without you, I told you."

"But... you need to," she replied.

"Yes, I do, but I want you with me. I want to take you to my world," he insisted with a smile, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "You mean everything to me..."

"... I don't think I belong in your world," she replied, looking up at him. "After seeing everyone else... do you honestly think I'll survive? I barely survive in my own world."

Diavolo tilted his head. "With me at your side, love, there's nothing that you can't do. You'll have everything and anything you need, at your beck and call, waiting at your fingertips," he explained to her. "My love, I can't do this without you. You're the one with whom I share a kindredship with... I'm bound to you, and you're bound to me."

Tears filled her eyes. "Yes, but..." She looked to the door and sighed. "My family isn't there. I don't want to leave my parents alone... and they love you too."

Diavolo nodded. "Your parents feel just as much my own as they are yours... and I appreciate everything they've done for you and for me. But I think they'd understand that it's time for you to do what makes you happy, to move on and live your life." He paused. "I make you happy, don't I?"

She sighed again. "Yes, of course you do. I've never felt such joy and love in my life before you..." Her gaze fell to the floor again. "Let me think about it, okay? I... It's a big decision I have to make."

"Of course, all the time you need is yours," Diavolo replied with a smile, though his anxiety was still burning beneath the skin.

"So... are we going to Japan then?" She asked. "I would like to meet the man, er, demon, who's taken care of you all these years," she replied with a smile.

Diavolo gave a wider smile and swooped in to hug her tightly. "Yes! I am sure Barbatos will adore you. He's a trustworthy and faithful demon." She smiled and hugged him back, still worried about what was to happen next.

"Welcome to Japan," Diavolo murmured as he held her hand, walking out of his private jet. The brothers all trailed behind them.

The plane ride was... interesting to the say the least.

"Did you have sex yet?" Asmo asked boisterously as he sat her on his lap.

"Asmo," Lucifer warned.

"You play games? And do makeup? And you're smart? Not bad for a normie," Levi cooed, watching her with his head on his palm, resting his elbow on a tray.

"Tell me, did you always want to be a doctor? Or how did that come about?" Satan asked, pulling her to sit next to him after Asmo.

"You like food too? I want to show you all the food I like, if that's okay. And I want to know what food you like," Beel murmured to the human with a smile as they had lunch on the jet.

"Hm, you like sleep? But you don't get a lot of it? I can fix that," Belphie offered. "I take naps all the time, it wouldn't be hard."

Of course, even after their tense introduction, Mammon and the woman bonded over shopping while looking at his D.D.D. "We have brands like Wersace, Devil Vuitton, and more. I think you'll like it. Oh, there's this handbag I think you'd enjoy..."

Lucifer watched the whole thing unfold with a frown, as each of his brothers took to her so easily, and yet, for him, it was like a fight with her every step of the way. That was, until they had all fallen asleep, and she was moving about the cabin of the jet in black and gold pajamas that were gifted to her with "D" printed on the breast pocket.

"I thought I was the only one who couldn't sleep on planes," Lucifer replied, reading a document with his reading glasses on.

"I don't sleep well in general, I'm not going to sleep thirty-five thousand feet in the air in a metal tube," she quipped, stopping beside the eldest brother. He placed the document down and let his eyes scan from her hip up to her eyes as she looked at him. With a sigh, she took the chair across from his and sat.

"Anxiety, insomnia, and fear of heights, then?" Lucifer asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Guilty," she replied, looking to the side, folding her arms.

Lucifer looked out to the others as they slept soundly throughout the cabin. He then looked to her and set his coffee cup down, willing to finally have a conversation with her.

"What about me makes you so uncomfortable?" He asked quietly, getting straight to the point.

"Trying to take the love of one's life isn't exactly the most ideal way to get them to like you, Lucifer," she answered a bit bluntly. "Besides, you're a little snobby for a grumpy old demon."

Lucifer huffed in disbelief at her continued insolence. "He's the crowned prince of the Devildom. It's part of my job to work with him, and by you keeping him here, the very realm we're from is in mass chaos. He needs to go to his home so that the three realms don't come crashing down in flames with war because a silly little girl has a crush on him."

Slowly, she rose to her feet and came around the table between them and leaned over Lucifer, a menacing gaze in her eyes and all seriousness in her tone. "I'm well aware of who he is and the responsibilities he upholds. But did you ever wonder why he never chose to come back at his first opportunity? Do you truly think a large, royal, powerful demon like Diavolo wouldn't be able to just leave?"

"He's immature and too kind for his own good. He's infatuated with humans and always takes the opportunity to lower himself to you all to satiate his curiosities," Lucifer snapped in a hushed tone, venom in his words.

The woman stood there for a moment and brought her face closer. "Tell me who was close to you that got too close to humans, and that's why you hold a grudge against me," she bit back. Lucifer sat there stunned, and he snatched a hold of the collar of her shirt.

"Watch yourself, brat. Don't you dare say anything like that to me again, or–"

She then lurched forward, planting her knee between his upper thighs and bringing her face just an inch from his while her hands landed on the headrest of his chair and on the table individually. "Or what? You'll blow me up? You're scared. I can see it in the way you watch your brothers, Diavolo, and more importantly, me. I'm some little girl, just like you said. What about me has you so worked up that you insist on berating me to make yourself feel better?"

Time slowed down for a moment as Lucifer processed the situation. This human woman had so much to fear. She feared flying more than she feared Lucifer, or at least that she had little fear to show toward him. She had the gall to argue with a ten-million-year-old fallen angel, now-turned-demon, right hand to the throne's current occupant. It surely wasn't Diavolo who instilled this sort of unfounded bravery within her. So then, how did she find the ability to go head-to-head with one of the oldest living beings in existence?

Lucifer snatched a hold of her chin and forced her to look directly at him. He searched her eyes and tried to find something within her that would explain her odd behavior. Humans feared and lusted for him, but they never spoke to him without such reverence and awe. But this one... she lacked any sort of survival instinct when she spoke to him.

And then it hit him.

He remembered that day, like it was only yesterday.

Lucifer remembered what he had been told, and he was sitting at his desk in the Celestial Realm, some of his stoles tossed aside to stay out of his way as he worked with his hands. It wasn't often his father asked him to do this kind of project, but had insisted it was important Lucifer was the one to do it, and only him. Lucifer had shooed off his younger brothers, all five of them, giving them all work to do so they'd stay out of his way. He was already having doubts about his position in this world, seeing more than he ever meant to, no longer willingly blind to what his father did. He was still compliant to a point, and he thought this task was something he could be over with and done in an hour.

"Prideful yet humble, sweet yet unyielding, beautiful but unassuming. Steadfast and headstrong, but loving and empathetic."

Lucifer replayed the words in his head as he moved his hands around, crafting the soul his father tasked him with. The rest was up to Lucifer, which was another odd parameter for what his father was requesting him to make. He began stitching together the soul threads, weaving them in intricate patterns as the larger design began to unfold. He got out the soul loom and began adding herringbone patterns over the emotions, houndstooth over the logic, tumbling block patterns across the creativity, and silk weaves across their appearances.

A beautiful tapestry came out of the loom, and Lucifer pinned it on the table to look it over. He began to get out more tools from the soul kit and started adding embellishments to the tapestry, flairs of sass and flamboyance along with reserved moments of clarity using stones. Beading was sewn into the heart strings, someone who would love so fiercely but holding it for only those who deserve it. Prisms were laid into the heart and mind. Stardust was poured into their essence of life, filling the tapestry with volume.

It went without saying, he put his heart into this design. One could say he could hear a symphony in his head as he worked, and he was merely recording the score on the sheet music before him. He didn't leave his room for an entire day, and he wasn't even sure when he'd actually finished.

When angels created souls, the colors of their soul threads would not come until the portrait was finished, and they wouldn't know it was finished until those colors started to fill the design.

Lucifer stared at the design before him, trying to figure out what the finishing piece was. He stared at the image for a long time before sorting through his soul kit to look for a finishing touch. He found more rocks, stones, precious jewels and metals, clay, earth, stardust, rare elements, and none of them did it just right for this one. After several minutes of thought, he simply laid his hand upon the center of it, and the soul threads then filled with life, expanding and filling with colors.

His touch was the finishing touch. This soul was given Lucifer's Blessing.

He watched with pride and then with curiosity. Varying tones of gray and shadow blue filled the tapestry, with dark gray beginning to line the edges. The threads shifted and moved, creating the Fuch's crypts, the stoning and beading aligning with the collarettes.

They say you never forget your first, but does one ever forget their last?

And Lucifer swore he'd never forget the pair of irises he was then staring at in this woman before him, the ones that held the last soul he ever created.

"Oh," he whispered, seeing the very tapestry he made that day living and breathing before him. This soul was very old, he realized, and very special to him. She had been around for a long time, and he was starting to recognize her threads. He could see it now. Something made by him, of course, would bear some resemblance to him in personality, and his own design wouldn't be afraid of him, not like his father.

"What do you mean, "oh"?" She asked indignantly, trying to pull her chin away.

"I remember the day you were made..." he murmured in reverence of her.

"You're being super weird, Lucifer," she growled. "What are you talking about?"

"I apologize," he answered, pulling his hand away and letting her pull herself upright. She was still hovering with her knee slotted between his thighs. "Why don't you sit?"

She narrowed her eyes and reluctantly backed off, and Lucifer had to fight the urge to pull her back to sit on his lap.

Once she was sitting, he started to explain, "A very, very long time ago, when I was still an archangel under my father, he tasked me one day to make a soul. I rarely ever did it anymore back then, so I was curious about his motivations. He gave me some parameters to craft the soul with, and I did as he asked. It took me I believe at least a day to finish this one. I had finished most of the soul, but it wouldn't breathe its life until I finally laid my hand on it. I inadvertently blessed it, and it came to life. That soul was the last one I ever made and... that soul is you." His explanation was slow with carefully chosen words.

"...Me? You're saying you made me?" She asked quietly. Her brows pinched together, and she skeptically looked at Lucifer.

"Your soul, yes," he clarified. "Your physical form is entirely just you, and your DNA came from your parents. Your soul... is quite special to me."

She sat back and looked at the floor again, pondering her thoughts about this information.

"I want to apologize for being so gruff with you," he added in place of her silence. "I want to get to know you if you're going to be in our lives for a while."

It took her several minutes of thinking to herself, and finally she looked up. "Where do you want to start?"

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