Asmodeus pouted, but one look at you made his resolve melt away. He groaned and stamped his foot. “Aw, you know I can’t resist you when you’re acting all cute like that, darling!” He walked away from the door to pinched your cheek. “I will hold you to that promise, though.” 

Asmodeus turned toward Belphegor and ripped away his pillow, causing Belphegor’s head to hit the bed with a resounding ‘thump.’ He grunted but still didn’t wake up.

“Hey,” Beelzebub protested, “You shouldn’t be so harsh on him…”

“Then, how am I supposed to wake him up?” Asmodeus asked.

“We have to use force,” you said, palming your fist. You were joking, mostly, but Beelzebub’s sudden alarmed expression made you life your hands to let him know that you weren’t being serious.

Beelzebub shook his head. “No, we can’t do that to poor Belphie,” You had to admit that you admired Beelzebub’s love for his twin, but he was a demon! Belphegor could handle a little bit of violence. “We need to do something gentler, like tickling.”

“Tickling?” Asmodeus pondered for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” He skittered his fingers along Belphie’s stomach and sides. When Belphie’s only response was a loud snore, Asmodeua scoffed and placed his hands on his hips. “Okay, this isn’t working.”

“That’s because you’re doing it wrong,” you said.

Asmodeus shot you an incredulous, almost offended look.  “What do you mean ‘wrong’?”

“You need to do it like this!” At the last word, you tackled Asmodeus to the ground. 

He let out a surprised yelp and fell backward. When Asmodeus finally caught his bearings, you swiftly drilled your fingers into his underarms. He squeaked loudly. “Wahahait!” he giggled as he tried to break free, but he couldn’t get very far with you sitting on top of him. “Ahahaha!”

“Stop that. We’re supposed to be waking up Belphie, not tickling Asmo.” Beelzebub crossed his arms.

“Listen to Beel! Listen to Beel!” Asmodeus shouted in between peals of laughter. He squirmed and wiggled from your touch.

You moved over to his ribs, and Asmodeus took this opportunity to death grip your arms. That did little to dissuade you from scratching at the sensitive area, eliciting another sweet giggle from the demon. “I am, I am,” you said halfheartedly, reaching behind to run your fingers underneath his legs, “I’m just teaching Asmo how to--”

A high-pitched squeal interrupted you, and you marveled in amazement at the sound Asmo had just made. “NAHAHAHA!” He tossed his head back and laughed. As an experiment, you reached your other hand behind you to brush your fingers near his thighs. The reaction was the same: a squeal followed by a flurry of laughter. 

He brought his legs up to stop you from targeting his thighs, but that just gave you better access to his knees, which you took advantage of. This time, Asmodeus screamed. You said in disbelief, “Maybe the noise alone will wake Belphie up.”

As if on cue, you heard a groan from the bed, “What’s...all this about?” You glanced up to see a bleary-eyed Belphegor sit up and give you the death glare. He was one to talk, considering his serious case of bedhead and everything.

Beelzebub’s smile contrasted the other’s sour look, “Good morning, Belphie,” he said as he combed through Belphegor’s tangled locks using his fingers. “Breakfast is ready.” Belphegor smiled and nodded.

“Mmm, thanks, Beel.”

You stopped tickling Asmodeus and stood up. “Glad to see that you’re finally awake, Sleeping Beauty!” You smiled and poked him square in the stomach. Turning a nice shade of pink, he chuckled and smacked your hand away. 

“Ugh, you know, I adore having your hands on me,” Asmodeus grunted as he stood up, still a little sweaty and out of breath, “but could you please not ruin my hair in the process? I mean, look at it!” He pointed at his strawberry blonde curls, which were currently frizzy and wild due to being dragged along the floor from all of his squirming.

It could have easily rivaled Belphegor’s hair in terms of messiness. You quickly glimpsed back at his who was currently mourning his loss of sleep. Nope, you concluded, Belphegor’s har was still worse. 

You smiled sweetly. “Aw, come on, you had fun, didn’t you?”

Asmodeus’ cheeky smile was all the answer you needed, but he quickly frowned again. “Yes, but after all the stress you put me through, I think I also need to paint your toes as compensation.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but you agreed anyway. It was the least you could do.

His wide smile returned as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the bedroom. “Great! Call it a spa day!”