#protective mc

He tried to push himself up but inhaled sharply, hunching over as he wrapped an arm around his side. His brows knitted together in obvious pain.

“Ugh…my ribs.”

My worries came back tenfold as I watched him sway, curling into himself with one arm wrapped around his chest, his other hand clutching his head.

“Xavier, we need to get you help. Do you think you can move at all, or…?”

He set his jaw firmly and reached out a hand for me to help him up. “I…think so. Just get me on my feet.”

I’m not happy with the necessity to move him, but we were currently in a No-Hunt Zone and more Wanderers could show up at any minute. We at least needed to get away from the metaflux traces left from killing the Wanderer.

I carefully helped Xavier to his feet and he leaned unsteadily against my shoulder, taking a few staggering steps. I wrapped my arm around his waist to steady him and started moving us slowly in the direction of the Zone barrier.

“Slow—slow down,” Xavier said after a minute, reaching up to cradle his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Dizzy.” He swallowed hard. “Making me sick.”

I glanced around before I pulled to a halt, letting Xavier rest a moment.

He slumped even more heavily against me and I staggered, trying to keep him upright. “Xavier, you can’t sleep here.”

He groaned, his head dipping lower to my shoulder. “Just a minute…I can’t…”

I pushed him upright forcibly, gripping his shoulders. “No. You need to stay with me, okay?”

Xavier let out a sharp breath, eyes still fluttering. “’kay.”

He put in an effort to keep walking, but was stumbling over his own feet every other step. I was forced to put too much pressure against his injured ribs to keep him upright and he let out a sound of discomfort.

Eventually, he sagged and I was forced to collapse with him. We sat against a tree, and his breath was hot and sharp against my neck. I took a moment to fiddle with his watch and find his vital readings. Several warnings flared red and I pressed my lips together in worry.

He suddenly went limp and I panicked briefly, giving him a small shake. “Xavier! Don’t you dare pass out on me right now!”

He woozily came back. “I…always sleep off…injuries.”

I shook my head. “No, you can’t right now. I-I think you have a concussion, you shouldn’t sleep until you can get proper medical attention. And what if more Wanderers attack? I can’t carry you and fight them off at the same time.”

He grunted. “I can barely move by myself right now anyway.” He leaned back against the trunk of a tree. “You should go ahead, send someone back for me.”

“No,” I said firmly, sitting next to him and taking his hand. “You’re my partner. I’m not leaving you here.” I pulled up the comm on my watch and called for an extraction, briefly detailing our situation to Captain Jenna. She promised to deploy several Hunters and a med team to our location right away.

Feeling a little better now that I knew help was coming, I slumped back against the tree next to Xavier. Now all I had to do was make sure to keep him awake at least until help arrived.

“Want to play a game?” I asked.

His brow furrowed. “Not really.”

“Come on,” I urged him, scraping away the ground cover in front of us with my boot until I had a patch of dirt to work with. “Do you want to play tic-tac-toe or pictionary?”

He huffed, wincing as he shifted again. “Pick.”

I scratched out a tic-tac-toe board and put a circle in the middle. “Your turn.”

Xavier sighed as he leaned forward. I couldn’t help but notice how his hand shook when he made an X.

I made my next move and nudged him when he didn’t seem to notice it was his turn again. “Xavier? Your go.”

He stared woozily at the marks in the dirt, swaying as he seemed to be trying to concentrate.

“Xavier?”

“Sorry, my head hurts. It’s…hard to focus…”

I sighed and took his shoulders, leaning him back against the tree. “Okay, give me a second.”

I pulled my water bottle out of my belt pouch and a roll of emergency bandages. I soaked a bit of them with the water and pressed it to the head wound. Xavier winced and tried to pull away, but I reached out to cup his chin, keeping him steady.

“Is the cool water helping?”

“Mm…maybe a little.”

I started to clean some of the dried blood off of his ear and neck. He hissed in discomfort and tried to pull away again so I simply wet a new bit of bandage and held it over the wound.

Xavier was already drooping again, his chin getting closer to my shoulder. I grabbed his hand and dug my nails into his palm.

“No falling asleep.”

“It’s hard…”

“I know.” I wanted to pull him against me and let him pass out from the pain, but his vitals were already bad. With Xavier’s slow heartrate, I worried that he might slip into a coma if he slept while he was this injured.

“Tell me a story.” I urged.

“Too tired…”

I huffed. “Come on, Xavier, just until the others get here.”

He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, hand cradling his side. “Once upon a time…there was a…very stubborn Hunter…”

I made a face, but was pleased that he was at least making an attempt. I went back to pressing the gauze to his wound and his face scrunched up as he continued.

“She would never let her partner sleep…not until…” he trailed off, voice weakening, and I saw his eyelids flutter shut again.

“Xavier? Come on, please, just stay awake a little longer!”

He shook himself, swaying, but his eyes opened. They were dull with pain but he was still with me.

“Sorry…what was I saying?”

Worry at his confusion gnawed at my insides. “You were telling me a story.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s see…”

I glanced at my watch to see if there were any updates, when an alert suddenly sounded from both of our watches.

“Dammit,” I gasp, looking around for the potential Wanderer. I stood, pulling out my guns again as I glanced at Xavier.

“Xavier, a Wanderer is coming.”

He took a shaky breath and looked as if he was going to push himself upright.

I stopped him quickly. “Just…stay here. You can’t fight like this. The others should be here soon.” I hoped, anyway.

A helpless look entered his eyes, but his dizziness was obvious and I could tell he was having a hard time concentrating on anything.

I turned back to our surroundings and readied myself for the Wanderer to show up.

Something flickered in the trees and I aimed and fired. A roar of anger echoed through the forest and the Wanderer darted between the trees, making it hard for me to get a good shot.

I glanced back at Xavier, still sitting slumped against the tree, head hanging, and made the decision to go meet the Wanderer so he wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.

As I ran to the left, the Wanderer took the bait and lunged in my direction. I held it off with steady gunfire for a couple minutes as it looked for a chance to strike.

I dodged to the side to take a second to reload, then spun back around to face it again.

The Wanderer suddenly lunged and I staggered back.

My foot caught on the gnarled root of a tree and I felt myself falling with a sharp cry.

As I sprawled on the ground, my elbow slammed painfully against the earth, one of my guns skittering across the dead leaves and moss. I fired with my other one as I tried to scramble backwards but the Wanderer was getting ready to strike, looming over me menacingly.

A brief flash of light shot through the clearing and the Wanderer froze before it began to disintegrate into particles.

I shoved myself into a sitting position as I stared at Xavier, standing hunched over with his sword in one hand.

“Xavier!”

He swayed and I leapt to my feet, catching him just before he collapsed. He took me to the ground with him and I pushed against his dead weight.

“Xavier? Xavier! Come on, please just look at me.”

His breathing was slightly ragged and I took his face in my hands, peeling an eyelid back to check his eyes.

I checked his vitals on my watch and his heartrate was only slowing down.

“Come on, Xavier, please open your eyes,” I pleaded.

His eyes fluttered just briefly, then I heard the sound of movement in the forest.

I snatched my gun up again, just in time to see Tara and several other Hunters burst through the trees.

“Ariadne!” Tara cried, rushing over.

I gave a heavy sigh of relief. “It’s so good to see you guys! Please, Xavier’s hurt—he has a concussion and possibly broken ribs, we need to get him some medical attention.

Two of the other Hunters deployed a portable stretcher and helped me get Xavier onto it.

Before they started back in the direction of their vehicles, I felt Xavier’s fingers close briefly around mine and I leaned over the stretcher, squeezing back.

“Hey, you’re gonna be alright,” I assured him.

“Thanks,” he said, voice barely a whisper, before the medics started to carry him away.

Tara handed me the gun I had dropped during the fight. “Are you all right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s just…”

“I know,” she said with a soft smile. “But he’ll be okay. Xavier’s been through worse.”

I nodded again and followed Tara and the other Hunters out of the forest.

Back at the Association building, I made my report to Captain Jenna while enduring the medic looking me over. After that I was finally able to make my way to the infirmary where I found Xavier lying in one of the beds, the medic hooking up an IV.

A fresh white bandage was wrapped around his head and a blanket was pulled up to his waist, allowing me to see the compression bandages wrapped around his torso.

The medic gave me a nod and left as I approached the bed. Xavier’s eyes fluttered open and met mine as I sat on the side of the cot.

“Hey.” I smiled. “How are you doing?”

Xavier let out a small grunt of discomfort. “Been better. But the pain medicine helps.” He tilted his head back against the pillow, closing his eyes again. “Doctor said I could sleep now.”

I poked his cheek gently. “Well, I’m not going to argue with the doctor’s orders.” I sobered a little. “Thanks for saving me back there. Even though you really shouldn’t have exerted yourself with your injuries…”

His lips curled up slightly and he shook his head. “You’re my partner. I can’t let you be hurt or killed on my watch.”

I felt warmth settle in my chest and reached out for the blanket, pulling it up around his shoulders. “Get some rest, Xavier. I promise I’ll be back to check on you later.”

He hummed softly, his breathing already evening out.

Arthur's smile is uneasy, their posture a bit tenser than usual. You can almost feel their discomfort as they answer the Lord without faltering but taking half a step back as the man takes one forward. Your blood boils.

You approach your King from his side, keeping your focus on the Lord that fails to take notice of your presence for how much he is engrossed in the exchange. Disgusting pig. You reach out with your hand for a delicarte caress on his arm to warn Arthur of your presence and in the same movement you hug him, keeping your eyes fixed on the Lord ahead of you. Then you smile at him, showing your teeth, and you relish in the cold stab of fear that he doesn't manage to hide quickly enough.

Arthur turns his head to meet your gaze and your smile turns less feral and more tender, only slightly worried. Your point made, you make a move to free him from the embrace but Arthur's arms gently tighten their grip to keep you close. Another uneasy pang twists your stomach. Arthur really is uncomfortable.

"My King has urgent matters to attend to, Lord Carys," you say, your tone everything but warm while you shield Arthur with your firm embrace "I'm sure you understand."

"I... yes, your Majesty."

You make sure he closes the doow behind him before shifting yor body to turn to Arthur.

"Thank you for the saving, dear," his tone is soft but subdued and his smile lacks the usual brightness "he was really insistent on a looser regulation for the nobility regarding their servants. It's the third time this month I've had to deny him. I have to say, he really is persistent."

The men seemed to ignore your question as the tall, dark-haired one turned to the man in red. "What is the meaning of this? I thought we were only supposed to have one other student?"

"And why... how is one of them Lilith?" The purple-eyed one added on.

The man in red shook off whatever remaining shock dazed him and smiled gently at the others. "I'm unsure. But whatever's happening we'll figure it out," he turned to you and opened his arms wide. "Hello, MC. Welcome to the Devildom. My name is Lord Diavolo and-"

Before he could get any closer, you whipped out your knife and pointed it shakily at him. Harper whined from where she stood behind you, and you could feel her grip tighten on your back.

"Don't come any closer!" You hissed as you took a step back. You swallowed down the lump of terror in your throat as you noticed the dark one's eyes narrow dangerously at you and the blond smirk in the background. "Look. W-We don't want any trouble. We just want to go home. S-So just bring us back from where you took us, a-and we won't tell anyone about this."

The man seemed to be amused by your knife as his smile grew and he raised his hands in defence. "Now, now. No need for such aggression. We didn't bring you here to hurt you or anything like that. In fact, you were chosen for a once in a lifetime opportunity."

He raised an eyebrow as your knife remained fixed on him. "As I was saying earlier," he made a graceful swiping motion with his hand. You yelped as your knife went flying out of your grip and skipped across the floor. You reached behind you and kept Harper as securely hidden as possible. "My name is Lord Diavolo. You, MC, were chosen to be a human representative for an inter-realm exchange program here in the Devildom. You'll be placed under the care of Lucifer and his brothers, the seven Avatars of Sin," he gestured to the men behind him. "They will do their best to keep you safe as you complete your day-to-day tasks and duties at the Royal Academy of Diavolo."

Harper tensed behind you at his explanation and held onto you as though you were about to be ripped away from her grasp. You soothingly placed a hand on her arm as you glared at the so-called "Lord." "I don't care about your shitty exchange program. You kidnapped me and hurt my sister. I want to go home."

Lucifer's eyes flared at your tone. He took a step forward, as though he was about to charge you, but stopped as Diavolo raised a hand. He stared at you with a gentle expression. "I apologize. Your sister was not meant to get caught into the portal," he tried to glance around to you to get a better look at Harper, but you moved to block his sight. He smiled softly at your actions. "If it'd make you more compliant, we can send her home right away. But you will be staying with us for the next year."

"No!" Both Harper and the purple-eyed man shouted in unison as Harper shoved herself out of your grasp and moved in front of you.

"Harper!" You quickly pulled her closer to you, as you glared at the purple-eyed man.

Your sister struggled in your arms. "You can't take, MC! I won't let you!"

"Haper, please. I'm trying to protect you," you whispered in her ear, but she continued fighting.

The purple-eyed demon nodded in agreement with your sister. "Shouldn't we find out why she looks so much like Lilith? We can't just send her back!"

Harper froze in your arms at his words, and you growled as you held her tightly to your chest. "Look. I don't know who this Lilith lady is, but you're not getting anywhere near my sister, so back off!"

Diavolo seemed to consider the man's words as he peered down at Harper. "It is a curious development, isn't it?"

Lucifer groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do not tell me you're considering keeping both of them?"

Your heart stopped as Diavolo shrugged. "Why not? They don't seem to want to be separated, so it would be the best course of action."

"The small one isn't even old enough to attend RAD, my Lord," Lucifer spoke through gritted teeth. "It's pointless."

Diavolo grinned. "Beelzebub seems more than willing to look after her if needed," you frowned as he pointed to the purple-eyed man that has been curious about Harper.

"No," you snapped, causing everyone to turn to you once more. You sighed, squeezing Harper's shoulder as reluctant acceptance washed over you. "You're obviously not willing to send me home. Fine. But if you're keeping both of us here, my sister will not be leaving my sight. That is non-negotiable. I especially don't want him," you gestured harshly to Beelzebub. "Watching over her. Not after the way he's been acting," you settled your determined gaze onto Diavolo. "I don't trust any of you. But I want my sister safe. So long as she stays with me and remains unharmed, I'll do whatever you want me to do in this so-called exchange program. But the moment that changes, if she gets hurt or I don't know where she is, then I will make this experience a living hell for everybody involved. Is that understood?"

The wavy, light brown-haired demon in the back giggled at your words. "Your so cute when you get all fired up like that~"

The blond beside him snorted. "It's funny to see them think that they actually have a say in all of this. As if we can't just force them to do what we want."

"Asmodeus. Satan. Quiet. You are not helping." Lucifer snapped.

You raised an eyebrow at them as you tilted your head. "You think I don't have a say?" The room went quiet. "Because Lord Diavolo said this was an exchange program and that I was not to be hurt. According to that statement, you can't cause any harm to me. This whole program only works if I am treated fairly and actually comply with everything. If that doesn't happen," you confidently raised your chin. "Why, I imagine the entire initiative and whatever it stands for would fall to pieces." You looked Diavolo in the eyes in challenge. "Am I wrong?"

The prince laughed loudly at your bold statement. "Not at all," he shook his head in amusement as he looked over at Lucifer. "You made a wonderful choice, Lucifer. They will do well down here."

Lucifer seemed to disagree with the Prince's words.

Diavolo clapped his hands as he turned back to you. "It's a deal then. You will stay here and comply with your duties as an exchange student, and in return, you and your sister will be kept safely together under the care of the brothers."

You clenched your jaw, trying to calm your racing heart as Harper whimpered in your arms.

What had you gotten yourself into?

***Thank you so much for the request! This was really interesting to write. If you guys are interested in a part two of this, and possibly some angst regarding lesson 16, let me know and maybe I'll do a follow up 😊 Thanks for the support! Love ya guys! -B***

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The night of the dinner, the brothers talked and agreed that they needed to work on making you feel at ease here and that the best way to do that was to help you with your care of Harper.

Since Mammon and Satan were the only ones with even a sliver of your scarce trust, they were spending an increasing amount of time with you and the little squirt.

Satan glanced over at you.

While you still looked tired, you at the very least looked more rested and relaxed than you had at dinner.

There were still dark circles under your eyes and tangles in your hair. Your nail beds were still bitten down from your anxious nibbling.

But there was something to be said about the fact that Mammon had just scooped up Harper and was stomping like a fool while laughing maniacally with her thrown over his shoulder and you simply spared them a momentary glance and smiled softly as Harper's squeals filled the room before turning back to your book.

Satan couldn't help but notice that the gentle glow contentment brought to your skin looked nice on you.

He found himself smiling as he turned back to his text. "You look like you're finally starting to settle down and adjust to the Devildom."

You shrugged without looking over to him. "Don't really have a choice," despite your cold words, there was a glint of gratitude in your eyes as you watched Mammon and Harper. "I'm just glad Harper seems to be okay with all of this."

Satan hummed in thought. "What about you?" your head whipped around to face him. "How do you feel about everything?"

You scoffed and raised your eyebrow as you leaned into your palm. "How do I feel about the place I'm being held captive in with my little sister?"

Satan rolled his eyes at your honest dramatics. "Yes. How do you feel about the Devildom?"

You pursed your lips as you played with your fingertips. "It's not...horrible, I guess. I mean, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. But, it's still," you sighed as you stared up at the ceiling. "It's a lot."

Satan frowned as he studied you. He felt something inside him twinge at your words and a deep, strange desire to help bubbled up.

He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was that you put so much of your trust in him over the rest of his brothers. Maybe it was your mutual disdain for Lucifer. But there was something about you that made him inexplicably curious and, dare he say, soft.

"Is there anything that would help?" He asked before he even knew what he was doing.

Your eyes bore into him; unblinking as they searched and scanned his very being for the answers to questions he didn't even know. Your gaze narrowed as you lifted your chin, "Make a pact with me."

Satan's eyes widened as he felt his heart halt in his chest. "What?"

Those dangerous, analytical eyes of yours burned under the library lights as you stared at him with determination and purpose. "Your nice," Satan scrunched up his nose, "and I know that you'd be a good ally to have while I'm down here. I want to know that you'll have my back if I need it."

Satan chuckled nervously as he tilted his head at you. "Can't you take my word as a," he stumbled over his words as he struggled to define the odd relationship between the two of you, "a-as your associate?"

"Associate?" you questioned in both amusement and uncertainty.

He growled in frustration, "Comrade, ally, fucking friend if you really want! That's not important. Can't you just trust me to be there?"

"No," he tensed at the firmness in your tone. Your gaze had hardened to stone and for a second Satan wondered if this was how Medusa's victims felt before their final moments. "I can't just trust you. As angsty as it sounds, I don't trust anyone," his breath caught in his throat as you stuck your hand out towards him. "You want me to be comfortable down here? Make a pact with me. Otherwise, don't complain about what I do and how I act."

As Satan stared at your extended hand, he couldn't help but feel like this was a test.

Would he give up a part of himself, place trust in you and prove that he truly does wish to help you? Or would he turn you away, too scared and untrusting of you himself to put himself in as compromising of a position as you had been forced into?

He knew what his answer should've been.

He had witnessed the way those mortal witches toyed with Mammon and abused their power over him. He massaged Asmo's back the one time he came back from being forced to help Solomon build a massive temple centuries ago.

Yet in your eyes, beyond the iron-strong walls that guarded your being, was a terrified person who was asking someone to give them a chance, begging him to take their hand help them regain faith in vulnerability and companionship once more. You had the soul of a broken person, deserted by those they loved and who was so tired of being alone in everything they did. He looked into those deep calculative eyes and he saw himself in you.

He took your hand.

Both of you gasped as magic spiraled up your arms burned an eternal brand into the center of your spine.

You looked at Satan with wide eyes as he smiled at you and pulled his hand back, folding his hands together in his lap to hide the small trembles running through them. "I trust that you won't take this lightly."

You gaped at him for a moment, blinking at the demon in shock. "I-I..." your shoulder relaxed as gave him a tiny grin. "Yeah. Only for emergencies."

He nodded and turned back to his book, "Good."

***

That night, you found yourself unable to sleep once more. After assuring yourself that Harper was sleeping soundly in her bed, you silently crept out of the room and made your way to the kitchens.

All you had wanted was a cup of tea to ease your worries and help put you to sleep, but just as you were walking through the dark, empty halls, you heard a voice calling out for help.

They sounded like they were crying.

You frowned as your older sibling instincts kicked in.

You cautiously approached the noise and found a dark, spiral staircase. The entire scene was something out of a horror movie; the main character would climb the stairs, find the monster, and be killed with no one else knowing. You knew that you should turn back.

"Help! Please! I'm up here! Help me!" You winced as the cries grew louder and more desperate.

You let out a heavy breath as you shakily held onto the railing. "Fuck, I hope I don't regret this."

You slowly made your way up the stairs, the sound of sobbing growing louder with each step you took. You finally reached what looked to be the attic of the house.

Your eyes widened as you quickly noticed the large, barred door and the shouting man trapped behind it.

"Um..." The man's head snapped up at the sound of your voice. You flinched as his maddeningly desperate purple eyes landed on you. "A-Are you okay? You were crying."

"You can see me?" He breathed as his hands gripped tightly at bars separating him from you.

You nodded uneasily. "Yeah. I can see you. Are you alright? Why are you trapped up here?"

The stranger slumped against the bars as his hands trembled. "Y-You have to help me! I'm a human like you! Lucifer imprisoned me and nobody else knows that I'm up here. He's enchanted the staircase so that no demon can get up. He's going to keep me locked away forever!!!"

Your blood froze at the man's story. You knew that Lucifer wasn't to be trusted, that the man was dangerous, but the idea that he could do something like this to you and Harper at any minute. "Woah, woah, woah. Calm down. What do you mean, he's imprisoned you? Why would he keep another human up here? He's the one working hardest with Diavolo to make the exchange program a success."

The man glared fiercely at you. "I don't know why he's keeping me up here! I just know that one day I was in the human world with my family, and the next he was ripping me away from them and locking me up in this musty prison!" His eyes watered as his gaze locked on yours. "I haven't seen my twin brother in ages. I don't know how long I've been up here. I just know that you're my only chance at getting out."

Your frown deepened at the mention of the man's family. You glanced between the staircase and the stranger before sighing. "Fine. But I'll only help you until I feel it's too big of a risk to do so. I have my own family to look out for," his face lit up. "How do we get you out of here?"

"You need to make a pact with six of the Avatars of Sin!"

You blinked at the man as you felt your stomach drop. "I'm sorry, what?"

He nodded eagerly. "You have to make pacts with each of the brothers. Once you do, you should have enough power to break the enchantment keeping me sealed in here," he rattled the bars of the door for extra measure.

You ran a hand over your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You're asking a lot from me, buddy. There's no way the brothers would just make pacts with anyone. I most certainly wouldn't," you sighed in consideration as you looked over at him. "I mean, I've got two already, but-"

"What?!" He looked at you in genuine shock and surprise. "You've already made two pacts? With who?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Mammon and Satan. Why does that matter?"

His eyebrows perked as he let out a short laugh. "I mean, Mammon, I'm not surprised. But Satan?" he shook his head clear of his thoughts as he smiled at you. "So you already have a head start then! If you could convince Satan this quickly, the others should be child's play. Uh, Man, I really lucked out with you," you shivered at his tone. "Okay! So you need to get the others to trust you. I'd recommend starting with Beelzebub since-"

"I'd rather save him for last if at all possible," you interrupted as you crossed your arms over your chest.

The stranger's eyes darkened at the disdain in your tone as he narrowed his gaze. "Why? Beel's a softie. He'll be the easiest to win over."

You held the stranger's gaze as you raised an eyebrow. "He acts weird around my sister. I don't trust it. I don't trust him. I'd rather avoid him as much as possible until absolutely necessary."

The man went quiet for a moment before he flashed you a small forced smile. "That's alright. We'll start with someone else then. Try Leviathan. He's a total otaku and loves Tales of the Seven Lords. Try talking with him about that, and it should play itself out from there."

You furrowed your eyebrows at the man in confusion. "How do you know all of this?"

The man shrugged as he leaned against his cell. "Lucifer's spell prevents noise from leaking out of here, but I can still hear the conversations of people walking by."

That made sense, you guessed. The man looked at you pleadingly once more as you let out a heavy breath. "So you'll help me?"

You hesitated. Everything about this man was suspicious, but the most sincere he had seemed throughout this entire discussion was when he was talking about his family.

By doing this you would have pacts with all six of the brothers. By doing this, you would secure a guaranteed way to make sure that Harper was safe.

"Yes," you said firmly. "I'll help you."

***Yes, I know Lucifer is supposed to be in the stairs and stop MC a couple of times, but I wanted to move things along quicker, so no Luci. Sorry. Either way, I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! Thank you so much for the love and support! -B***

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