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Lucifer

Lucifer had a hard rule: no pets. 

Which is notably hypocritically, considering cerberus. Also considering Mammons gaggle of crows he communed with could definitely be considered pets… and henry…

Okay, Lucifer told the younger siblings no pets while repeatedly breaking the rules for his and the older brothers' benefit. 

Alas, then came Butter and Tofu. 

Safe to say, the first two months were spent diligently avoiding the two fluffy kitties. 

Picking cat hair off his clothes with a disgusted face, using a spray bottle to stop them from scratching the furniture and ignoring when butter screamed his head off in an attempt to have some of Lucifer's food. 

However, Tofu is quite the charmer. 

A large yet tiny and delicate fluffy ball of love. A little shy but needy for affection. A sly bastard who can open doors. 

Specifically Lucifer's bedroom door. So she can lay on his pillows and stare unblinking, unmoving, and desperately adorable. 

With a soft knock you open Lucifer's study, it's late and a Friday, yet you haven't seen tofu for hours. 

“Sorry, but have you seen Tofu she didn’t come down for dinner and-” you stop dead in your tracks, looking at the opposing embodiment of pride frozen in a plush red chair. 

With a glass of demonus in one hand, and the other mid stroke along the purring cats back. 

“Oh-” You giggle a little, composing yourself, “Sorry, if you could show her where her food is later that’d be great. I’ll leave you too alone.” You begin to leave, closing the office door. 

“Wait!” Lucifer almost gets up, but tofu gently kneads his leg, causing him to stay put, “This isn’t-” You don’t hear him as the door clicks shut.

Smiling to yourself, you take a moment before speed walking to the planetarium to tell Belphie what you just saw.

Mammon

Listen, mammon is overjoyed you are moving in permanently. 

Obviously he won't ever tell you that. But the idea of you moving back to the human world where you will age and die and he will never see you again makes him genuinely sob into his pillow at least once a week. 

Just… cats? Really?

They are mean and shed everywhere and butter is notorious for breaking into his room and sleeping on the hood of his car. 

Genuinely, multiple times a week he’s shooing the little guy out of his room. 

And, he gets it, really. From a distance they are cute. But that's not his vibe. Until one night of course. 

It's dark, even for Devildom. The Mammons room is no different, room pitch black as he lays in bed. 

Shirtless and sweating for all the wrong reasons as he clutches a pillow tight to his chest. Lately… his nightmares have gotten worse. He awoke screaming, thrashing and already crying numerous times this month. 

This is one of those times. 

Where he's sobbing into a pillow, wings tucked close to his body as he cries over a dream he doesn’t even remember but it doesn’t stop the never ending tears. 

He's so distracted he doesn’t hear the little orange menace use his little paws to pull Mammon's door open. Only when a small pressure is placed on the bed does Mammon sit up, eyes blood shot. 

“Come on…” he mutters weakly, swatting at butter. Alas, butter merely dodges and walks closer, placing a small toy mouse. A black one with a pretty golden bell attached on the base of its tail. 

Gently nudging it towards the demon with his paw, Butter lays down, choosing Mammon’s bed to be the place to be tonight. 

Picking up the disgruntled mouse toy, Mammon sighs, laying down, a soft orange cat snuggled into his chest, purring and warm. 

Perhaps purrs are healing, because Mammon awakes in the morning from a dreamless sleep, no cat in sight but the little black mouse still sitting on his pillow. 

Leviathan 

He’ll be honest, they give him anxiety. 

What if they knock over his shelves? Oh no, what if they damage his limited edition figures?! Tear his manga?! No! No cats. None. 

You didn’t raise particularly obedient animals however. 

After a long day of attending R.A.D, Levi quickly scurries into his room, already stripping off the complicated uniform.

Kicking his shoes that way, throwing his jacket over there, all the way down to boxers as he looks for his hoodie and ohmydiavolo the cats are on his gaming chair. 

Unblinking, unmoving, as a demon stands practically naked before them, perfectly content as tofu sits on the back of the chair and butter sits on the seat. 

“Get- you-” Leviathan scrambles for a hoodie, a blanket, a pair of pants, anything. Eventually finding himself far more prepared in a blue hoodie and black plaid pajama pants. 

“Could you-” he stands nearly five feet away from the cats, almost scared to get closer, “just, leave? Like, out the door?” he gestures to the door, they don’t move. 

Frustrated and unsure of how to handle this situation Levi just sort of… stares at them for a few minutes, until eventually, by some miracle, Butter gets up. 

Stretching his little booty high in the air as his front claws gently prick the seat, making Leviathan wince, he jumps off the seat and makes his way to the tub. 

Gently placing his front paws on the rim, he looks over the edge before deciding this is the exact place he needs to be and jumps in, spinning around a few times before sitting down and placing his head on his paws. 

Leviathan, deciding to choose his battles, turns back to Tofu, "just don't move, okay?” 

Slowly and carefully, Levi sits in the gaming chair, putting on his headphones and botting up his system. 

Tofu doesn’t seem to mind, tail slowly flicking back and forth, occasionally brushing past Leviathan's cheek, causing him to tense for only a moment. 

In the end, she’s quite a good gaming partner and Butter has found his favorite bed. 

Satan

It was obvious how Satan was going to react when the brothers found out two cats were moving in. 

He was absolutely ecstatic, practically vibrating from excitement, and he was one of the first to meet the little critters. 

Due to the large environment change, you wanted Tofu and Butter to have the chance to slowly acclimate to their new homes. 

Understand the new smells, noises, temperatures, daylight cycle, everything. So for the first few weeks they stayed in your room, occasionally venturing into hallways when most people were out or exploring when the house was empty.

Satan happened to be home when they explored one time. 

Exiting his room and walking to the kitchen, Satan goes to prepare a study snack, yet he is stopped dead in his tracks when Butter and Tofu sit at the entrance. 

Lounging around, Butter has stretched himself as long as his little body can go, Tofu remains in a rather dignified loaf, both watching Satan. 

Safe to say all plans on food and studying get thrown out the door. Slowly, as to not make any sudden movements, Satan lowers himself to sit on the floor, barely two feet away. 

“Hello,” he practically whispers, slowly getting down to lay on his stomach, thank diavolo none of his brothers are home, “aren’t you two darling?” 

Satan tentatively reaches a hand out, placing it delicately on the floor in front of the kitties, close enough for them to sniff if they choose, far enough they can turn away. 

Butter seems to watch Tofu, who gets up from her loaf, stretching as he claws scratch slightly against the tiles. She takes a step and gingerly leans her head down, sniffing Satan's hand.

He sits there with batted breath, frozen in place. 

It's hard to tell how long Tofu judges his entire existence, but she decides he is worthy and licks his hand, rubbing against his arm as she walks closer. 

“Hi, honey.” Satan smiles, petting Tofu as she rubs all over him. Butter follows her lead, getting up and invading any form of personal space in an attempt to get as much attention as possible. 

The study session does continue, but now with two cats in his bedroom.

Asmodeus

Cats are cute, that's true.

But, much like Mammon, Amsodeus hates how much they shed.

Those sheets cost more than any mortal makes in their life and now there is cat hair all over it! 

Plus the smell, the grooming, and the shitting in a box has never been very… appealing to Asmo. 

Unfortunately for Asmo, Butter loves his private bathroom. Maybe Butter just likes tubs, but sitting on the porcelain, stretched out as he naps, seems to be a favorite pastime of his. 

Asmodeus hums to himself as he walks into his private bathroom, wrapped in a pink silk robe with feathers on the ends, a green face mask setting into his skin and fluffy pink slippers. 

Walking to one of the large and ordained shelves, he picks up a few different products for the water, flower petals, skin care products and hair care products. 

Sitting down on the edge of the tub and placing them next to him he moves to turn on the faucet but is stopped by an orange mass. 

“Oh!” taking a sharp intake of breath, Asmo pulls his hand away from the faucet, instead reaching out to gently tap butter's forehead. 

Letting out a small prrrrt, Butter blinks open his eyes, dilated as he looks at Asmo. 

“Well aren’t you a cutie?” Asmodeus giggles, watching Butter get up and walk to him, “I’m trying to take a bath here, ya know?”

Butter doesn’t seem to care, hopping up onto the large edge of the tub and making that his resting place instead. 

Deciding this little kitty shouldn’t be the reason he doesn’t complete his routine, Asmo continues to fill the tub, but changes some of his products out, unsure of what could hurt mortal cats. 

Butter exits the bathroom over three hours later, brushed and pampered, quite a handsome boy. 

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was rather indifferent about Butter and Tofu. although it did have to be explained a few times that they are not made of Butter and Tofu and ‘please don’t eat my cats.’

Fortunately, it seems they share a love for food. 

It’s late, like extremely late, but Beel’s stomach said it's food time, so now he finds himself in the kitchen, shirtless as he sits on a stool, eating his findings.

Halfway through, two sets of teeny tiny claws prick his calf. 

Quickly looking down, at his feet sit the infamous kitties of The House of Lamentation. 

Butter stands on his hind legs, reaching up Beel's leg and meows, begging as if two bowls of wet food and two bowls of dry food don’t sit right behind them. 

Tofu chirps, rubbing her body against his legs, looking up at him with big, begging eyes. Butter is far more dramatic, practically wailing and begging like he isn’t the most spoiled tabby in all of Devildom. 

But they are so cute… but they shouldn’t eat demon food… 

Beel stands up, trying not to trip over the cats who swarm him like sharks as he looks for their treats. 

There is definitely more of a variety than he thought, from salmon to chicken to soft to hard to teeth health to hair health, Barbatos really stocked up… 

He picks out a few, remembering the warning of not over feeding the cats as he pours some out into his hand, trying one of each himself (Not bad, he’s eaten worse, he gets why cat’s like them), before crouching down and placing two piles on the ground. 

As the two cats attack the piles of treats (that they will eat too fast and throw up in your room later), Beel returns to his munching. 

But!! Barely three minutes later they are begging again! Butter is practically climbing Beelzebub like a ladder to steal his food!

Are all cats like this? 

Belphegor

Belphie told everyone he didn’t care about the cats. Whether they liked him or not, he doesn’t give a fuck. 

But he really wanted them to like him. Like so bad. It's pathetic honestly.

He’s always seen videos of those cuddly cats who sleep in humans arms, and dogs who sleep at the end of the bed, and he really wants that.

He wants Tofu to snuggle up in his arms, she looks so soft and fluffy. And he wants Butter to lay on his chest, slowly kneading. 

One night, Belphegor is resting in the planetarium, laying on a nest he made on the ground as he lazily gazes at the night with half lidded eyes. 

Falling in and out of sleep as the stares pass his vision, unbothered and uncaring. Until a cat comes, obviously. 

Stepping her little feet carefully on the pillows and blankets surrounding the demon, Tofu tentatively walks over, rubbing her face against Belphie’s. 

Gently, he scratches behind her ear, feeling her purr and chirp before laying down, head nuzzled into his neck, tail curled to flick over his collar bone. 

A few minutes later, with the never ending need to annoy his older sister, Butter finds the pair, cozy and warm. 

Stepping his front paws onto Belphigor’s chest, he hoists himself up, gently patting Belphie’s cheek to get his attention. Content when an eye opens to peak at the orange cat.

-ˏˋ⋆ Lucifer

-ˏˋ⋆ Mammon

-ˏˋ⋆ Leviathan

-ˏˋ⋆ Satan

-ˏˋ⋆ Asmodeus

-ˏˋ⋆ Beelzebub

-ˏˋ⋆ Belphegor

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Asmodeus is on the way back from an extremely exhausting day with Solomon, having run errands all across the Devildom with him. He pours himself through the front door with a dramatic flair, a loud pouty whine and a sigh escaping his lips before he tosses his jacket onto the coat rack and makes his way towards the kitchen. He knows that what he needs to end such a draining day is to just relax and sink into his night time routine before settling down to get his beauty sleep. As he saunters across the hallway, he pulls his DDD out of his front pocket, opening it up and haphazardly scrolling through it while he mindlessly walks to the kitchen. He just needs to pop by real quick to get a little potion to add to his face mask for the night - he deserves it after the filthy mess that Solomon dragged him through today! How rude of him~! 

Solomon had originally invited Asmo out under the guise of going to a "social club" up in the human realm. The pair had originally asked if you wanted to go along with them, to hang out and get some fresh sun on your skin, but you had prior arrangements to bake and have tea with the Angels over at Purgatory Hall. Unfortunately for Asmo you had to decline - and he really wishes you hadn't! Without you there, it was just awful! Turns out it was no social club at all! Asmo was tricked into going to that stuffy Sorcerer's Society where he had to listen to Sol talk to some crusty old men for several hours. After that, the group of sorcerers dragged poor Asmo out to a remote village, where they spent half of their evening hiking around a mountain in search of a hippogryph they wanted him to use his powers to charm. It was absolutely horrible! No place for someone like the Avatar of Lust to be showing his pretty face~! 

All in all, it had been a very exhausting day for Asmodeus. He would normally do his quick routine after experiencing a day like today, but he thought tonight he definitely deserves an extra little treat~! Little did he know that once he reaches the kitchen doorway, however, that a different type of treat would be waiting before him. He almost doesn't notice you standing there at first, his attention deep within his own Devilgram feed, but seeing your gentle form gracefully searching around the kitchen in the middle of the night makes him do a double take. His sunset colored eyes begin to sparkle pink with lust as they take in every inch of you, every subtle little curve accentuated by your adorable little pajamas that he would love to see you wearing more often. He watches as you take a pack of Hell Sauce Flavored Instant Noodles from the top of one of the cupboards, your tiny little cotton shorts riding up just so slightly that the curve of your cheeks peek out from beneath them - just enough to toy with his mind. 

Asmodeus can't help but to wonder to himself if you know exactly what you're doing to him - if you know how easily you can charm beings from all three realms as if you are the Avatar of Lust, and not him. How you don't even need magic to make Lust itself weak for you, just merely existing near him is enough to make him go feral. Do you even know how much he thinks about you? How he is just utterly obsessed with you? Can he really even be called self-centered if his mind is only filled with you? Asmo never knew he could feel like this - that he could not only have such powerfully passionate feelings for another person, but that he would also see his sin in an entirely new light. Just as he is seeing you in an entirely new light. Don't you know how gorgeous you look right now? The way the light from the fire on the stove illuminates your flawless face, cascading down each of your perfect curves and making your natural beauty glow in the middle of the kitchen. He can't help but to drink you in with his eyes, memorizing every inch of your body left exposed by your little outfit. Oh how he wishes you would dress like this for him more often. You look so good when you show off your body like this, he has about a hundred outfits he'll give you if you want. He'd love to dress you up in them, right before slowly stripping them off of you, worshipping you every step of the way...

Eyes glowing pink and mind full of lust, Asmodeus glides over to you and pulls you into his embrace right as you notice his presence, before you are even able to speak. 

"Well, isn't it nice seeing you here, muffin," he says as he squeezes you, leaning down to press light little kisses into your neck. "I would have come home sooner if I knew such a delicious little snack was awaiting me in the kitchen," he whispers as he kisses his way up to your ear, his hands gently teasing and caressing your body as you turn into putty under Asmo's touch. One of his hands snakes it's way up the front of your shirt as the other holds you firmly in place against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he gently plays with your breasts, his plush lips nibbling on your ear. Your eyes flutter shut, your mind eager to let go and let the sensations take you over, when Asmo suddenly pulls away. You let out a small whine and turn around to face him. He grabs you by the hips and chuckles.

"You're too adorable when you pout," he says as his lips finally caress yours, the kiss light at first but building in passion and intensity as the lust continues to build between the two of you. Suddenly Asmo realizes that he has no idea when your tongue entered his mouth - he is just so consumed with you, he didn't even notice. Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, small moans escaping from the both of you. Asmo can't help but to wrap his arms around you and pull you in tighter, pressing his hips into yours as he grabs your ass. There is so much lust built up between the two of you, he can't even tell which of you it belongs to anymore. You run your hands through his strawberry blonde hair, noticing his demon form when your fingers graze one of his horns, and the whimper you elicit from him along with it. You slowly start to stroke it, massaging as you kiss him, low moans rumbling from his throat with each stroke. The pace of your kisses slow down until you finally pull away.

"Aren't you just the most precious little human ever," he said, pulling you up to carry you, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as you frantically grab at securing your hold around his neck and tugging his hair a little. He lets out a light giggle. Everyone always forgets how strong he is!

"Don't worry, honey. I've got you. We can finish up this little party in my room~♡" he says in a sultry tone, carrying you out of the kitchen and up to his room.  

Of course Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, would never miss one of his infamous midnight snack raids. Tonight, however, Beelzebub is feeling the effects of his sin a bit harder - he had a particularly rough fangol practice that day, so he feels even more ravenous than he normally does. He usually enjoys his days playing fangol, the extreme workouts coupled with intense competition making it so Beelzebub can really let loose and blow off some steam. Today's practice, though, was no normal scrimmage match. Instead, a few of his teammates had decided to play a prank on the school's rival team, resulting in them being disqualified from District Championships. Of course, the coaches were nothing less than infuriated. Before practice even started, the entirety of RAD had been called to assembly and lectured by their Head Coach on proper student conduct - with a half hour interlude from Lucifer about respect. After that, the coaches took the entire team out to the Colosseum to run laps around it. When the laps were done, they had to do endless drills, and Beelzebub wasn't even given a snack break for any of this. He didn't even partake in the prank! He was out at Madame Scream's with you trying the newest flavor of Blood Macarons! But here he was, doing tackle drills until he drops, without a single little bag of Spicy Newt Chips. 

It is far past dinner time when his coaches dismiss his team. Beel makes his way home and through the front door of the House, dropping his duffle bag right inside the door before starting his shuffle towards the kitchen. With each step forward, Beel can't help but to fantasize about Shadow Goose Burgers and Deep-Fried Devil Zebra, his mouth starting to water as his stomach rumbles abnormally loudly. He finally arrives in the kitchen, crossing over towards the fridge, ripping the door open with urgency and pulling out the first item he sees. He doesn't care if the food is marked for a later date, whether it's leftovers or ingredients for a recipe - Beel was starving and he was gonna consume every little bit of food in sight. He doesn't usually like to indulge in his sin like this, always feeling immense guilt after his binges are over, but today he feels he deserves it. He restrained himself all day, put up with his coaches' punishments, and didn't fly into a rampage a single time. He earned this midnight binge in his eyes, and he really didn't care if it meant he would have to pay to replace the entire kitchen tomorrow. Hell, even if Lucifer strings him up, it will be worth it if he can satisfy some of this unrelenting hunger.

A few minutes later, you make your way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to see Beelzebub standing in the glow of the refrigerator. The door is ajar as he pulls various food items out, opening them up and tossing them into his mouth without a care in the Devildom. You can't help but to crack a tiny smile as you watch him, finding the sight of him eating an entire Eclipse Mince Pie in one bite too adorable. Anyone else would be mad, seeing as that was supposed to be tomorrow evening's dinner, but you just love seeing that warm smile on the Avatar of Gluttony's face. Beelzebub pulls a Devil Crush Mango Parfait out of the fridge, tearing off the cling wrap and turning up the glass to pour its contents into his mouth, the parfait dribbling down his lips and chin in the process. 

You can't help but to let out a small giggle, which causes Beel to stop what he's doing and finally turn to look at you, his eyes widening slightly and his hand losing grip of the parfait when he sees how you're dressed. The sound of glass shattering fills the room and a blush creeps over Beel's face at the realization of the lost dessert. Suddenly, another realization dawns on him - he's not hungry for food anymore. He wipes his face on the back of his jacket sleeve before slamming the refrigerator door shut with one hand, stepping over the shattered parfait to walk over to you. He stops in front of you, his large frame towering above as he looks down at you with his violet eyes and rosy cheeks.  Your name escapes his lips in a low, grizzly tone, causing your heart rate to speed up just a little. "You really look beautiful tonight," he says, always being honest with what he thinks and feels about you. His eyes scan you up and down once more before the blush on his cheeks deepen, creeping down onto his neck. 

His arms reach out and wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body. The look you give him when you look up at him, along with your tiny little hands resting on his chest, are all he needs to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you.  The feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips on his tongue, Beel can't help but to think he's in the Celestial Realm all over again. Your lips are sweeter than Celestial Chocolate and he feels himself getting more and more addicted to the taste with each kiss. The Avatar of Gluttony often talks with his mouth full, and just like when he eats, he can't help but to sing your praises as he pours his love for you into every kiss.

"Mmm...ou're so am-zngly 'ewiciousss," he says, refusing to break contact with your lips. 

You giggle against his lips, your hands roaming his chest and abs before snaking their way around the back of his neck and up through his fiery orange hair. You can still taste the hints of mango on his tongue when it brushes past your lips to meet yours, and you swear Devil Crush Mango tastes better this way. His hold on you tightens slightly, causing your feet to lift off the ground in his embrace, his kisses as sloppy and ravenous as he previously was for food. After a few more moments, you finally pull away, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. As you catch your breath, Beelzebub looks at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

"I think I'm hungry for you right now...can we continue this in your room? Please?" And before you can finish nodding and telling him your affirmative, Beel is picking you up and carrying you to your room. He doesn't even care about the state of the kitchen or the broken parfait on the floor - he can deal with his brothers yelling tomorrow if he gets to feast on you now.

Belphegor had slept through dinner, hidden away in a crevice of the House of Lamentation where none of his brothers could find him, his DDD on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He had a particularly annoying day today, and he just wanted to snooze it away peacefully and without interruption.

It all started this morning when Lucifer was nagging him at breakfast - the eldest was complaining about the state of the attic, ranting about how the Avatar of Sloth needed to keep it clean if he intended on keeping it as a second room for himself. Then his brothers started arguing over the idea that Belphie has a 'second room' - Asmodeus wanting to expand his closet, Leviathan needing new shelves for all of his various collections, they kept rambling on and on as Belphie tried falling back asleep for a few more minutes, only to be awakened by the shattering of a plate thrown by Satan. He knew it was going to be a long day at that moment. 

It was only made worse by the fact that Mammon was being extra greedy with you all day, and Belphie felt like he has barely gotten to see you at all. Every time he would approach you and try to talk to you, even if it was something for class, Mammon would find a way to butt in and steal you. It really pisses Belphegor off thinking about how his brothers always steal you away from him. When he made his pact with you, he meant every single word of what he said. He wants to be closer to you than anyone, and it upsets him when his idiot brothers get in his way of accomplishing that. He'd do anything to constantly bask in the warm sunlight of your attention and affection. He wants nothing more than to just have you all to himself - to steal you away to the attic and lock you both in there, napping away the world and living a beautiful life together in the dream realm. 

But of course, he can't do that. You would never be happy just sleeping your life away. And as much as he tried to get your attention today, apparently it just wasn't in the stars for him.  His brothers were always going to be in your life, occupying your time and stealing you away from him. Especially Mammon. Which usually, he doesn't generally mind his brothers much. But when it comes to you, everything is different. You're their precious human. The human that made him see the entire world differently. The human that had extinguished the fire of hatred that had been burning inside of him for thousands of years. You mean the world to him - his human, his first love, his starlight, his everything. And when he gets denied access to you - especially from his scummy older brother that he swears still doesn't trust him with you - he can't help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside of him. 

The Avatar of Sloth doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wants what he wants, and what he wants is you, and he wants you now. But...sadly, he can't have you now. Because, of course, Stupid Mammon has you roped into helping him with one of his side gigs for the afternoon, and he has no clue what time you'll be back. Sulking off up the stairs with is favorite cow pillow under one arm, Belphie went to go slumber in one of his best kept secret hiding places. He dozes off to the dream realm to see you in his memories, hopeful of seeing the real you when he wakes up.

Hours pass, and Belphegor awakens from his prolonged nap. He pulls his DDD out of his jacket pocket to look at the time, seeing how late it is before putting it back - definitely past dinner time. His stomach grumbles, and he pauses for a moment to observe it, trying to figure out if the feeling is from himself or his twin. His stomach rumbles louder, this time with a certain empty pain, and he decides he must be the one that is hungry. He climbs out of his hiding spot and decides he might as well hit up the kitchen to see if his twin has left him anything. As he makes he way down the hall, pillow in his hold once again, he can't help but to reminisce over the dream he had while he was asleep - it was a memory of the two of you cuddling under the stars on his (and his twin's) birthday.  He'll never forget the way you looked under the light of the Devildom moons that night. He wouldn't trade that memory for anything. 

Belphie makes quick work of making his way downstairs, turning the corner and making his way straight to the kitchen. 'Maybe I should go see if she's home after I eat' he thought to himself, 'sneak into her bed and cuddle if she's asleep.' He approaches the door, seeing the light cascading from the door frame, assuming his twin is awake and feeling the same pangs of hunger as he is. Right before he walks into the room, he stops himself, his violet eyes widening as he sees you. Instead of approaching you immediately, he slinks back into the shadows, deciding to observe you from afar for a few moments.

He takes in every inch of you with his eyes as you prepare yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Hell Flakes, the memory burning into his mind at the rare sight of you wearing such skimpy little pajamas. He's never seen you like this before. Sure, he's slept in your bed hundreds of times, but you're usually in baggy pajamas or you're wearing your day clothes, caught up in his midday naps. He's never seen you wear anything so tantalizing. The way your tank top hugs your breasts, the way your shorts shape your ass and expose your thighs, tempting him to want to see more...

Do you even know how much of a tease you're being? You don't, do you? Before you can take a single bite of your cereal, he drops his pillow down and sneaks up behind you, wrapping both his arms and tail around you. He buries his face in your shoulder and starts to pepper your skin with kisses, nipping little bites here and there, not wanting to bite down too hard but being sure to leave tiny little marks. The more he breathes in your scent, the more he just wants to possess you. His kisses get a little bit rougher, more frantic as his lips trail their way up your neck. You can't help but to want to give in to Belphegor's touch, dropping your spoon onto the counter as your eyes flutter closed. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hands slide up the front of your shirt, your breath hitching as he nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name.

"I've been wanting you all day, but you've been busy entertaining my idiot brothers," he said. Suddenly, you feel his tail slide up and around your waist as his hand pulls your chin to look up at him. "You're gonna make it up to me right," he said in a low tone, his lips finally crashing onto yours, his kisses needy, passionate and intense. You match his intensity, pouring just as much passion into the kiss, both of you letting out little moans and wanting more. You break the kiss, turning around in his hold.

"Let's go the the attic," you suggest as you wrap your arms around his neck. Belphegor will be making sure the two of you didn't actually get any sleep for a while tonight.

Lord Diavolo was over at the House of Lamentation late at night. Earlier Barbatos had rushed into his office with an abnormally large stack of paperwork, and an earful of complaints from the Nobles, so he went over to the House to recruit Lucifer’s help and start working on the pressing matter. The three of them had locked themselves away in Lucifer’s private study for the last few hours, toiling away with form after form, eager to reach a solution together that would please everyone. Diavolo can feel himself begin to go a bit stir crazy as time continues to pass like molasses - he needs a break, and he needs it now. Barbatos offers to stop and make the Young Master some of his favorite tea, but he politely declines his butler - Diavolo needs to stretch his legs and get some air. He reassures the other two that he will be fine, they can continue working - he is just going to take a quick stroll around the House and be right back. 

Taking his leave from the secret study, Diavolo begins to wander around the halls of the House of Lamentation. He is usually here on business and doesn’t get to just hang out much, so it’s nice for him to be able to see more of the mansion at his own leisure. It’s a shame for him that everyone is asleep at this hour, for he would love to join in on your chaos with the brothers - but he’ll enjoy this rare moment all the same. Speaking of the House’s inhabitants, his mind couldn’t help but to wander to think only of you. As he mindlessly makes his way down the stairs, he can't help but to wonder how you’re faring in his realm. 'Are you happy here? Is there anything you need?' He hopes you know you can always come to him when you need something. Just say the word and he won't hesitate to give you anything you could possibly desire. 'Are you lonely? No...probably not. You have the brothers, after all...'

Diavolo rarely gets to see you alone. Thinking about this, he lets out a small annoyed huff as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms across his chest. It's not lost on him that almost every moment of your waking hours are occupied by one of the Seven Avatars of Sin. As much as he loves his best friend, and his 6 rowdy younger brothers, he couldn't help but to feel a small thorn of envy pierce at his heart when he thinks about the connection you have with the demon brothers. A connection he may never have with you, given the nature of the seven pacts you hold with them. It's as if that shiny, perfect soul you have is intertwined with theirs, and for political reasons, he may never be able to have that with you. You, the adorable human that stumbled into the Devildom and danced your way right to his heart without even trying. The one that charms beings from all three realms so effortlessly. The one that treats him like he can be normal and do "normie things" (as Leviathan calls it), instead of just treating him like some stuffy royal you are forced to associate with. He feels like you really see him, and every time he thinks about you his love for you grows. A twinge of insecurity sneaks into the back of his mind, for he has no idea how you truly feel about him. You're always so busy with the brothers, getting pulled into various shenanigans all across the Devildom with them, he feels like he never gets enough time with you. Sometimes he wishes you would just tell the brothers off and run away to his Castle so that he can make you fully his and pamper you. He wants so badly to make you his princess, he'll do almost anything.  

Just as the thoughts were swirling around in the Young Prince's mind, he began to hear a clatter coming from down the hallway. Raising an eyebrow, Diavolo began to press forward, curious to see what the cause of the noise was. He pauses by your door, seeing it open and turning his head to look inside, quickly scanning to find it empty. He raises an eyebrow, finding it odd that you wouldn't be safely tucked in your bed at such a late hour. Continuing towards his original destination, he stops again in the doorway when he sees you, and in that moment the icy thorn of jealousy and loneliness in his chest starts to melt away into something warmer. Only in his fantasies has he seen you dressed in something like this. Fantasies of the two of you tangled in his silk sheets, sharing the most intimate moments of lust and love together before falling asleep in each other's arms. He had no idea when he left Lucifer's study to take a break that he would get so lucky as to run into you like this. He can't help the dark blush that dusts across his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he takes in your appearance. He unfolds his arms and holds them outwards to you, hoping you will hug him as he says your name.

"I didn't expect to see you up this late." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him, immediately getting engulfed in one of his famous warm hugs. He's so much larger than you are, and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and holding you close as your chest presses against his make you want to melt. His cologne smells so intoxicatingly good that you almost forgot he had said something to you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here either, Dia," you finally reply to him, slightly flustered. 

Diavolo's heart starts to beat faster at the sound of you calling him such a cute little nickname. He looks down at you with a fond smile, and he can't help but to seize the moment when he sees the look in your eyes, assuring him you may return some of his feelings. He leans down and finally presses his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his large hands slide down your back, his hold on you growing possessive. Much to his surprise however, you nibble on his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it, asking for entrance. You wanted to deepen the kiss, and of course he would always oblige you.  As you feel his tongue massage yours, you can't help but to let out a little moan, causing Diavolo's resolve to weaken that much more. You hear a small growl rumble from his chest, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pick you up, your legs instantly squeezing around his waist as your hands slide into that soft red hair of his.  A few moments later and he breaks the kiss, setting you down on the kitchen island's counter while still keeping his hold on you. 

"I want nothing more than to take you back to my Castle, take you to my room, and keep you in my bed forever," he says, his golden eyes blazing with lust and love for you. You lean in to crash your lips against his once again, murmuring 'yes' and 'lets go' in between kisses. He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out his DDD to call Barbatos and tell him to portal you all home - having you in his bed tonight is far more important than some boring paperwork, Nobles be damned.

It held memories of your times together, photos he had printed from his DDD, and handwritten facts about your preferences. He had written out the lyrics of your favorite song, carefully transcribing the verses and the chorus.

Asmo lovingly documented everything he could about you and your time in the Devildom. He tried not to think about the far off future, when you might not be with him anymore. But he was aware of it, looming somewhere just out of sight. It was the pressure that fueled him to keep you in any way that he could.

You didn’t know about the scrapbook at first. Asmo kept it under his bed most of the time, hidden where he could find it easily when he wanted it.

But it was only a matter of time before you caught him carefully pasting pictures of you into its pages.

“What is that, Asmo?” you asked, looking over his shoulder.

Asmo froze for a moment. He had forgotten that he told you to come to his room so he could paint your nails when you got back from RAD. “Ohhh, nothing, hon,” he said, trying to push it beneath some of the beauty products on his vanity.

“It’s definitely something,” you said. You draped your arms over his shoulders and kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger against his perfect skin in an attempt to distract him.

It worked. Asmo mentally cursed himself when you slipped the scrapbook out from under his hands and sat on his bed to look through it.

He turned in the vanity chair and watched you as you flipped the pages. Your eyes were getting wide and his face was getting hot and he knew you’d look up at him any moment and see the blush that was spreading across his body.

When you did look up, the slightly baffled look on your face completely disarmed him. “How long have you been doing this?”

Asmo shrugged. “From the very beginning,” he said. He pouted a little and folded his arms. “I just wanted to keep all my memories of you in one place!”

Your surprised expression gave way to a brilliant smile and suddenly all his concerns vanished, chased away by the light in your eyes. Asmo felt his heart fill with love for you, basking happily in your attention.

“Asmo, this is so sweet,” you said.

Asmo got up from the vanity to sit beside you on the bed. He took your hand and kissed it. “I want to keep track of everything, not just our memories. I want to know every last thing about you.”

You laughed softly. “Whatever you want,” you said agreeably.

“You don’t understand, MC,” Asmo said. He was unusually serious. “I want to hold you in my arms. I want you to tell me everything. Then I’ll have it all, right here, when you’re gone.”

You squeezed his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Asmo smiled. “No, you aren’t,” he said. “Because you’ll always be here.” He put your hand on his heart.

Asmo enjoyed watching the slightest of blushes rising in your cheeks. Anyone else might not have even noticed it. But he knew everything about you.

Asmo kissed you, his body moving forward to press against yours, filling you both with warmth.

No matter what happened in your future, Asmo knew that his love for you was eternal.

After feeling down and hardly forcing yourself to use enough energy to leave your room for a few days, you find yourself waking up today to the sound of Asmo singing your name.

“Get up! We’re going shopping!” He exclaims, far too loudly for so early in the morning you thought as you force your eyes open.

“Good morning, sleepyhead! I almost had Beel come in to carry you like he does with Belphie if you didn’t get up yourself.” Asmo’s giggle and cheerful expression are strangely infectious.

He reaches out his hands, perfectly manicured fingernails painted to match his outfit reflecting the lights he’d flipped on. Sighing amusedly, you slide your hands into his and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you out of bed, wrapping you in a tight hug and wreathing you in his signature scent. Even the way he smells is cheerful, you think to yourself.

“I was thinking first we would go to this new boutique that opened up and then there are a few different designer stores we could visit, they have a new summer line that is to die for!” Asmo grins, letting go of you, heading over to your closet and throwing open the doors.

“Aah!” He shrieked, dramatically throwing the back of his hand against his forehead. “I forgot how empty your closet is. We’ll fix that today, don’t you worry!”

“Asmo, we really don’t have to. I’m perfectly fine with what I have,” you murmur, feeling your face growing red with embarrassment.

“I know, I know, but what if you have an outfit that isn’t quite right and needs another accessory or the right jacket to really tie it together? Wearing a nice outfit does wonders for self-confidence.” He insists, rifling through the tops and dresses hung along one side.

“Ooh! I love this top on you, would you like to wear it?” He asks, pulling out a cute pink top with a few decorative bows and some lace.

“Isn’t it a bit… much? We’re just going shopping,” You chuckle, only to see Asmo clutch the top in his hands as though rescuing it from danger.

“Just shopping?” He squeaks, eyes wide, “It’s a shopping date now, so there’s the excuse to wear the cute top.”

He beams at you as you reluctantly accept the top. It is cute, and it highlights the parts of your body that you like, while minimizing the parts you didn’t. When you look at Asmo again, he’s holding out a simple black pleated skirt and a pair of pink boots.

You can’t deny it, Asmo has impeccable fashion sense. He ushers you into the en suite bathroom and tells you to shower up quickly so he can dry your hair and help you style it.

It doesn’t take you very long to get cleaned up and dressed, walking out to your room with your hair wrapped in a soft t-shirt.

“Wow! You look so cute with your hair all gathered in a shirt!” Asmo exclaims, his face bright with a pleased expression.

You scoff and shake your head, settling between his legs with your back to him just as you’d done countless times before.

“Did you use a new shampoo? Your hair is so soft and smells amazing!” He coos, leaning in and sniffing the top of your head.

“It’s the same I’ve been using, Asmo.” You sigh, gently lifting your head to hit his nose.

“I know, I just forget how soft your hair is…” He giggles, beginning to gently comb through your hair and blow dry it.

You let yourself relax as he talks about his morning, how he’d somehow misplaced his favorite eyeliner but managed to find one that went better with his outfit today anyways, so it was actually a stroke of luck to lose his eyeliner.

“Can I do a couple of little braids along the sides of your hair? I think it will look adorable with that outfit. I have a cute clip in my room, so we can go and grab that before we head out!”

“Do whatever you’d like, I trust you.”

“Aaaah! You can’t just say such sweet things out of nowhere you’ll melt my heart! I can’t handle so much adorable kindness so early in the morning!” Asmo squeals, throwing himself against your back and hugging you tightly.

You feel a smile break across your face and you lean into his embrace for a moment before letting out a laugh.

“We’ll never make it to the shops if we don’t finish getting ready.”

“Mmmm, just a few more seconds, then I’ll finish your hair.” Asmo purrs, nuzzling against your head and sighing happily.

True to his word, Asmo began to work his long fingers through your hair a short time later, creating beautiful little braids along each side of your head.

“Do I get to do your make-up too?” He asks excitedly, leaning himself from behind you to look at your face. “I’ve been dying to try that new eye-shadow palette we found you the other day!”

When you nod, Asmo leaps up, clapping his hands excitedly.

“Come on, let’s go! I already brought it to my bathroom!” He sings, tugging you to your feet as well.

In no time at all you’re whisked into his bathroom and sat on a cozy chair beside the wall-to-wall vanity he has lined up on the far side of the room.

His hands work quickly and expertly, and in a matter of moments he’s already finished and squealing about how stunning you are.

“I knew this palette would look amazing on you, but it’s even better in real life than it was in my imagination!” He beams, fixing the clip to your hair and taking a step back to look at you as though appraising his masterpiece.

“Absolutely stunning,” He sighs happily, before scooping you into a tight hug.

As you follow him out the door, you can’t help but notice how eerily quiet it is in the house. Normally you’d have at the very least one brother trying to get your attention, but it seems like the house is completely empty.

“Hey, Asmo, where—” you’re cut off when Asmo takes your hand and pulls you against his side, kissing your cheek fiercely.

“Couldn’t resist. You’re just too cute for words!”

You can feel your face heating up again, but Asmo seems to pay this no mind as he struts down the street, leading you to the first boutique.

“We’re he~ere!” He sings, marching into the store like he owns the place.

“Asmo, there’s no one here…” you murmur, noting the lack of other shoppers or employees.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? Mammon has a part-time job here so he opened the shop early for just me and youuu~” Asmo grins playfully, spinning you in a small circle before turning to the main part of the store.

“You’re too loud, I was tryin’ to take a nap,” Mammon grumbles, trudging out of the back area of the shop and collapsing against the counter. “Ya made me get up so early…”

“That’s not very good customer service… maybe I won’t leave a tip,” Asmo huffs.

“W-what I mean is: Welcome to DeVilla Design where your style meets devilishly comfortable clothes!” Mammon announces, waving his arms with a flourish.

You roll your eyes, chuckling softly for a second before Asmo tugs you over to a clothes rack full of colorful tops and dresses.

“Woah! You need to try this, it was made for you!!!” Asmo squeals, pulling out a shirt that looked suspiciously like his eyes. It had a cute design and the fade from the coral to golden tones was subtle and lovely.

“Okay, I’ll try this one if you try out…. That.” You reply, pointing out a hot pink three-piece suit with vibrant gold accents.

“You know me so well!” Asmo sighed, swooning against you and kissing your cheek.

“Let’s go try them on!” He chirps, somehow managing to undress the mannequin that was modeling the suit in a matter of seconds.

“H-hey! Ya coulda asked for the suit! We got like four others in the back… it took me ages to dress that thing…” Mammon grumbled, slumping against the counter again.

“Oops, sorry Mammon,” you wince, feeling slightly guilty at unintentionally causing more work for him, but also knowing that he won’t hold it against you. The brothers have been nothing but kind and forgiving to you ever since you met them.

“Psshh, it’s alright, not like it woulda stopped Asmo if ya didn’t suggest it.” Mammon sighs, waving as he disappears into the back.

“Hmph, he’s so mean to me.” Asmo pouts, resting his cheek on your shoulder. “Mmmm you smell really good,” he adds, making your face grow hot.

“It…it’s just my soap…” You insist, your shoulders tensing at the compliment. It’s still something you’re not used to, but Asmo has never been one to shy away from compliments. You’ve been trying to feel less awkward about being complimented but it still makes you feel uncomfortable. Something in the back of your mind keeps telling you that they can’t actually mean them, the compliments are just them trying to make you feel better and not actually how they see you…

“Well you have excellent taste in soaps then, it smells divine!” Asmo replies cheerily before righting himself and leading you back to the changing rooms.

It hardly takes any time at all to change into the top that Asmo had picked out for you and you can’t deny it actually doesn’t look to bad, the way the fabric flows is comfortable while still being tailored in just such a way that it compliments your body.

As you step out of the room, you hear the click of  the dressing room beside you and can’t help but stare in awe as Asmo emerges. It’s as though the suit was designed for him. Every line of the jacket and the legs of the pants seemed perfectly formed to his body, and even the colors made him shine that much brighter.

“Wow—” you begin.

“Aaah!! You look AMAZING!!! You have to get that top it looks incredible on you! I knew it would, but still it’s so much better actually seeing it on you, it’s like it was made for you!” Asmo screams, darting around you to view every angle, lifting your arms and lowering them as he goes around.

“I’m buying it for you! It needs to be yours!” He declares, marching back out to the front of the store and telling his brother that you’ll be wearing it out of the store, maybe… his declaration was cut off as he notices another rack of dresses near the counter and he begins rifling through them, pulling out dress after dress and draping them across his arm.

He turns back to where you stand, still in surprise at his reaction, in front of the dressing rooms.

“Perfect, you’re still right there!” He giggles, strutting back over to you with his armful of garments.

“These all just screamed at me that you had to try them on so, here you go!” Asmo’s face is bright and excited as you hesitantly accept the dresses.

“Oh, and if you need any help at all, I’ll be right out here! There’s one in there that is gorgeous but tying it in the back may be tricky, so don’t hesitate to ask me!”

You feel slightly overwhelmed at the bundle of dresses and almost protest before Asmo closes the door behind you, humming cheerily from his post right outside the door.

Reluctantly you pull on the first dress.

As you walk out to get Asmo’s opinion he once again begins showering you with praise at how well you wear the dress and how perfect it is for you. The same reaction seems to follow for each dress, not one of them earning a single ounce of criticism.

You can feel yourself beginning to grow hot and uncomfortable trying on so many outfits, and by the time you reach the last few, you’re feeling your desire to shop diminishing.

“Knock knock, hon! You’ve been in there for a bit, so I wanted to check on you!” Asmo calls from just outside the door.

“Oh, sorry… I think I might be getting a little… burnt out with trying on clothes…” you admit, feeling guilty for throwing a wrench in his plans for the day.

“Oh, that’s okay! We can go grab a smoothie and look at some decorations for your room if you’d like to do that instead?”

Asmo doesn’t even sound the slightest bit disappointed and you can’t understand why.

You change back into your skirt, opting to wear the new top Asmo had picked out since it was a little more breathable than the shirt you’d come in wearing.

When you step out of the room, Asmo swoops in and gives you a huge hug.

“I already paid for everything so you don’t have to worry about a thing. And, Mammon said he’d even deliver the clothes back to the house so we don’t have to carry them around all day!” Asmo beams.

“Oh, really? Asmo, you didn’t have to buy all of that for me! I was perfectly happy just getting this shirt.” You start, feeling a slight sense of panic at how you’ll possibly be able to pay him back for all of this.

“Ah-ah, I told you your closet makes me sad when it’s so empty, I want to fill it up with so much that you’ll have to expand it!” Asmo tuts, squeezing you a little harder before letting go…or almost letting go, his hand remains firmly clasped around yours.

“C’mon hon, we’ve got smoothies and décor to get!”

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By the time you make it back to the house, you’re beginning to feel a bit tired, but more than anything, you feel strangely satisfied.

“Why don’t we get washed up and then I’ll come to your room, and we can watch a movie and cuddle~” Asmo hums as you walk through the door.

“Oh, okay.” You smile, feeling a sense of excitement rising in your chest knowing that your day with Asmo isn’t over yet.

“Hey, no fair! You’ve gotten to keep her all to yourself all day, you’re being an attention hog—gah!!” Levi whines, only to have his arms hooked by Beel and Satan as they drag him away.

“What just happened…” you ask, looking at Asmo who giggles and smiles innocently.

“It’s a secret,” he hums, holding a finger to his lips and giving you a wink before making his way to his room.

“Okaay…” You breathe, shaking your head in confusion and going to your room to take a shower. It’s refreshing after a long day to feel clean, and you feel even more comfortable getting into your pajamas. When you emerge from your bathroom, you see Asmo perched on your bed, one leg crossed over the other as he stares into your closet.