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“Welcome to the Devildom Lia-” The crown prince blinked, looking at the two teenagers sprawled on the floor. They both looked up at him with those bright green eyes of theirs, before turning back to each other and squabbling some more. They had some decency, however, and got to their feet, brushing themselves off.

The young male was around 5’10, easily surpassing his older sister in height. He was lanky however, and looked like you could easily break him in two. He shared the girls eyes and hair colour, though unlike Lia’s, his overgrown hair curled at the tips. His black headphones were strung around his neck, and his hand creeped up to hook them over his ears. And while Lia seemed to spew chaotic energy, this boy seemed more… reserved. Perhaps it was only in public. Diavolo had a split second to take this all in before clearing his throat “Ah, Mister Oliver, I don’t seem to recall inviting you” He said, amused, though quite disheartened when the boy couldn’t seem to make eye contact and shuffled his feet, clearly uncomfortable in such a large crowd. 

Lucifer leaned in and whispered something to the red haired man, sending occasional glances towards the two siblings. Diavolo nodded, before asking his friend to take care of things before asking Oliver to follow him. …. “My name..?” The brown haired boy shifted in his seat slightly, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the presence of a man who radiated such power “I thought you already knew….” Diavolo laughed at the boys antics, slapping a large hand on his shoulder. “Indeed I do, but let’s pretend I don’t, for this interrogation.” Oliver blinked a few times. Interrogation? He didn’t do anything wrong. He opened his mouth to argue, before seeing Diavolo’s eager puppy eyes, as if he had always wanted to do this. Oliver gave in, clearing his throat and putting a serious look on his face.

“My name is Oliver Elijah Garcia.” Diavolo seemed to almost clap with excitement, before getting a hold on himself and pulling out a clip board.

“How old are you, Oliver?” “16.” Diavolo scribbled something else down, though he probably knew all this, it was fun to pretend. “Tell me a bit about yourself, Oliver”

The boy opened his mouth to say something more, but found nothing came out. Man he hated this question, especially when he was put on the spot. Bit about himself? He suddenly remembered where he was, and who he was talking to. Why was he telling this strange man his information? “I would like to know what I’m doing here, or what Lia is doing here.” Diavolo sighed, upset that his little game wouldn’t be continuing. “Oh of course, you wouldn’t know.” he lightened up, eager to explain to the human boy about his idea

“My dear boy, you are in the Devildom, home to demons of all kinds.” Oliver merely gaped at the demon prince. Demons??? Nah that only existed in games, and books. No way in hell that was real. He let the large man continue, ready for a good laugh “My name is Diavolo, Prince of the demons-” Oliver snorted, leaning back in his chair. His nerves seemed to vanish, what was he so scared about? This man was just an idiot. Diavolo frowned at him, wondering what was so funny “Might I ask what you’re laughing at?” 

“Prince of the demons” Oliver mocked “Demons don’t exist. Nice try, now where am I, really?” 

The dark skinned man stared at the human boy in front of him and sighed again. “It seems I have no choice.” Death flashed in front of Oliver’s eyes as he saw Diavolo shift. He stammered and gaped once he saw how… exposed he was. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from those.. Pups of his lets just say. Eventually he dragged his face up to meet the demon’s eyes, his heart dropping into his shoes. Diavolo knew he had made a mistake once he saw the terror in the poor boy’s face. He immediately shifted back, and watched Oliver slump down into his seat. “Your sister has been chosen to partake in an exchange program, to unite the 3 realms, the third being the celestial realm of course, containing angels.” Diavolo pondered for a bit, wondering on what to do next “I suppose the logical thing would be to send you back…” His face lit up, giving the green eyed boy a near heart attack “But we’ve already got so many human exchange students, what's one more?” … After staying for a week in Diavolo’s castle, as they prepared a room for him in the house of lamentation, Oliver finally got to meet the 7 lords, as well as the other exchange students “Right, Olly, humans, humans, Olly.” Lia introduced her friends to her younger brother, using the nickname he so very much hated. “Don’t call me that Lia.” He mumbled, feeling nervous again in such a large crowd. Sen felt sorry for the younger boy, and softly introduced herself, holding out a hand for the boy to shake. Oliver nodded at her, his hands still remaining firmly in his pockets. Lia elbowed him “Y’know, it’s considered polite to shake someone’s hand when they offer it to you” she berated her younger brother. It was quite funny to see Lia lecture her brother, especially since he towered over her. “No it’s fine-” Sen tried to interrupt, but Lia insisted he shake her hand. Oliver grudgingly obliged, after a bit of grumbling, and the girl could feel how nervous he was when she shook his clammy hand. It went on like this for a bit, there were people the boy seemed more comfortable talking with, such as Gerik, Yen or Levi, but otherwise he stayed pretty reserved, staying in his room to play games, or playing them with Levi and Bernadette. Oliver and Bernadette indeed did bond over hating Lucifer quite a bit, as Oliver saw quite a bit of his sister in him. Well, alongside the fact that Lia seemed infatuated with him. If she liked him, it meant he was a dunce and Oliver would refuse to be in the same room alone as him. Surprisingly, he got along quite well with Satan, despite the two being so similar. Perhaps it was the mutual hating of Lucifer, needless to say, he soon became a fan of the Lucifer sucks club. 

Having another pair of siblings in the house was an absolute mess. Lia and Oliver squabbled so much, you couldn’t even imagine. Both of them seemed to take pride in baiting the other person, 9 times out of 10 causing yet another argument between them. On the rare occasion they would team up against someone, it was safe to say that one person wouldn’t leave without feeling slightly scarred.