#worker!bee

   "MC?" Lucifer looks your way. Currently it was dinner time, and you were tasked with cooking said food. You always cooked human realm food because that's pretty much the only food you're good at cooking and the only food you'd eat down here, so the brothers always looked forward to the nights when you cooked.

   "Luci!" you beam, stirring the pot full of chili on the stove. "I was craving chili fries, so I hope you don't mind me cooking that for supper. I know how much you like your sophisticated dinners."

   "Oh please," the demon chuckles. "No dinner is sophisticated when shared with my brothers."

   You giggle and cover your mouth the same way Lucifer does when he smiles in public. He tilts his head a bit before bringing it up.

   "You're copying me, aren't you?"

   You look over your shoulder to the demon who's currently leaning a bit on the doorframe to the kitchen. His expression is unreadable, so you're not quite sure whether he's angry or just amused.

   "Copying you in what?" you blink. "I'm confused."

   "In my behaviors and movements." Lucifer smiles. "Like a kid with their idol."

   Your face suddenly starts to feel warm. You laugh, waving a hand at him before setting the chili to a light simmer. "You're not my idol. I think your sin is getting to your head again."

   "I might not be, but you must see me as someone you look up to, correct?"

   "Nope," you lie. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

   "Yesterday evening," Lucifer pushes himself off the doorframe and walks toward you. "When Mammon took your homework to copy it and you found out he accidentally lost it. You yelled at him in the exact way I do. Only more in an annoyed way instead of scolding."

   "That's just a silly coincidence!" you insist, growing even more embarrassed. "What are you trying to imply?'

   "That you see me as a parental figure."

   "I do not!" Your face feels like a furnace now. You glare at the demon in front of you, needing to crane your neck to fully meet his eyes. Demons are so unrealistically tall, it's honestly scary.

   "Don't worry, kiddo," Lucifer teases. "I don't mind if you call me Dad."

   "You shut it!" You straighten your back and unconsciously move into the same stance Lucifer gets into when irritated: arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed and hip slightly jutted to the side. That really seems to tip him off, though, because he's soon laughing lightly.

   "You're doing it again," he snickers behind his hand. "You know, you're one child that I actually like copying me. Somehow, even though you're doing what I do, you still retain that feel of you. Like you've always done these things."

   The eldest demon brother places a hand on your shoulder and smiles. "You must have been paying close attention to me for a long time when developing all these habits. It's endearing."

   You pout and try to pathetically hide your face with your hands. You're so humiliated and embarrassed. "Shut up. I don't mean to."

   "It's cute, MC, don't fret." Lucifer leans down to place a small kiss on your forehead. "You remind me of my brothers when they were younger. Belphegor used to do the same thing you do."

   You peak up at him through your fingers, a bit shocked. "Really?"

   He nods, smile turning fond. "Satan does it too now, as well. Unconsciously and in simplistic ways, but it's noticeable enough to me."

   "That makes me feel a little better," you admit, face still hot. "Thank you."

   He nods again and moves back toward the threshold of the kitchen. He falters however and turns back around, confused.

   "Do you smell something burning?"

mammon

   Mammon knew he should have copyrighted his sayings and movements. He could have made serious bank based just off how much you shrug like him. He swears you do it at least a dozen times a day, though he supposes him and his brothers definitely deserve that bored expression and tired movement due to always bombarding you.

   You started mirroring his behaviors in other ways, as well, like keeping a pocket knife in your shoe whenever you'd do something stupid and Lucifer would tie you up by your ankle to dangle from the ceiling. (Which he didn't do often because he considered it a harsh punishment for his child human exchange student, but sometimes the things you got yourself into deserved a punishment that rough.)

Alongside that was the way you held your cups. He's caught you staring at him quite a few times as he picked up his mugs to take a drink of coffee or alcohol or just plain-old kool-aid, (which you did in fact get him addicted to.) He just figured you were like his brothers and thought it was weird, but then one day you just started picking up your cups by the bottom, holding it in your palm, completely ignoring the handle. It pisses off his brothers when he does it and it made them blow several gaskets whenever you began to, as well.

   As of now you two were hanging out in the living room, you hanging upside down off the sofa and Mammon lounging in the chair across from you. He keeps letting his gaze wander over to the ridiculous position you were in and blinks before striking up a conversation.

   "How are you gonna get up?"

You look up, (down?), at the demon and tilt your head. "Simple. I don't."

Mammon snorts and shakes his head. "You're funny, MC."

"I get it from you," you smile, (frown? Eh, who knows.)

"That's not the only thing you get from me," he brushes his bangs out of his face and points a finger gun at you. "I demand you pay me for usin' my likeness in your everyday activities!"

You slowly slide off the sofa and plop onto the floor. Rolling over, you shimmy out from under the coffee table and pop up beside Mammon's chair, sitting on your knees and laying your chin on the arm. "Huh?"

The demon turns to face you, confused as ever at your sudden movements. He decides to ignore it; wise choice.

"You're mirroring me! How you keep that knife in your shoe-"

"Because I'm in trouble a lot and Lucifer has a really weird amount of rope," you defend.

"How you hold your cups!" Mammon furrows his eyebrows. "And! And how you shrug your shoulders! You even use the same expression as me when doin' it!"

"I've always done those things!" you lie through your teeth. "I don't owe you anything."

"You did not!" Mammon frowns. "I have photos!"

"Why were you taking pictures of me?!"

"Because I knew you'd act like this when I confronted you!" Mammon quickly pulls up dozens of photos of you both holding your cups by their handles and side-by-side comparisons of how he and you shrug. Also was that a photo of the inside of your shoe?

"Fine!" you pout. "Okay, yeah, maybe I'm mimicking you a little bit. I can't help it, though! I do this with things I'm fond of!"

Mammon goes silent so you take this as an opportunity to continue.

"Whenever I like someone so much, I start to adopt the things that they do. I copy the way Levi messes with his arms, the way Satan holds his books, I even copy the way Solomon stands with his chin in his hand! I just... really love you guys, and I see you do all these things and... and I'm sorry."

You hide your face a bit so Mammon can't tell how sad you look. Your cheeks and neck are blazing hot and you're filled to the brim with embarrassment. "I'm still not giving you any money, though."

"You like me?"

You nod, not looking up from your position. "Well duh, why do you think I wanna hang out with you every day? You're like my family. I look up to you, Mammon. Of course I like you."

"You look up to me?"

"What did I just say?" you glare at the demon as you finally pop your head up. Just as you do that, said demon tackles you into a big hug, tipping over the single sofa in the process. He begins to sniffle and cry holding you, babbling on about how he's so happy you like him and look up to him even though all his brothers think him a scumbag. You smile a bit and hug your demon back, rustling his hair and giggling as he seems to purr.

"I love you, Mams," you grin. "We're cool now, right?"

Mammon nods pathetically but doesn't move to get off you. You groan and try to push him, but he still doesn't move. With a sigh, you just give in and go limp.

"I still want my money, MC. Just 'cause you're a kid doesn't mean I won't destroy you."

"What are you, a tax collector?"

leviathan

Oddly enough, when you started to mirror his actions, he began to feel self-conscious. You'd think that a person would feel prideful or even jealous considering a child was mimicking the repetitive things they do throughout their days, but not Levi. No, this demon tried with all his power to get away from you so that you couldn't copy him. He figured you were teasing him.

Psychologically, that is.

No where in your actions did it even seem like you were teasing him, but Levi somehow created this whole idea in his head that you were only doing the things he does as a way to get into his mind and make him feel inferior, and god was it working. The way you'd let out the same happy "Woah!" sound when you saw something cool, how you'd shift your gaze side to side and try hiding your face behind your fist when embarrassed. It was driving him insane. Why wouldn't you stop?

"Have you seen Levi?" you ask Lucifer, can of Levi's favorite energy drink in hand. You open it with your teeth, (a common thing Levi does), and take a sip. "I got a new video game and I wanted to play it with him first."

Lucifer stares at you completely mortified by your actions, but instead of scolding you he simply waves his hand to the side. "In his room, perhaps? I haven't seen him, MC, but please never do that in front of me again."

You snicker and bound off down the hall, shouting "No promises!" over your shoulder at him.

"I swear, that child is like a tiny Leviathan...."

You happily knock on Levi's door, gulping down half of the energy drink in one swig. You beam at the closed door and knock again. "Oh Leeevi? It's MC! I got a new game, would you like to play it with me?"

Levi freezes. He burrows farther into his bathtub bed and tries to make it seem that he's just a bunch of pillows and blankets. Maybe if he didn't answer you, you'd leave? Bad assumption, because Mammon just got to the lock-picking section in his How To Get Rich Quick lessons. You bite the ring of the can as you pull out a needle and the pocket knife you keep in your shoe, humming a tune as you easily unlock Levi's door. You shove the needle back into your pocket and nearly trip trying to slip the knife back into your boot when you hear the lock click. You open the door and spread your arms dramatically. "Wow! I actually did it!"

Huh?

Leviathan scrambles to get up. He sits, pillow atop his head as he gawks at you standing in his now open doorway. He climbs out of his bed and accidentally trips, rolling into a sitting position, pillow now laying on his already messy bedroom floor.

"MC? H-How did you get in here?!"

You smile devilishly and extend your hand to offer up the rest of your drink. "A magician never reveals their secrets. Now c'mon Levi! Let's go play my game! I set us up a pillow fort and everything!"

"MC! WHAT IS THIS HUGE MESS IN THE LIVING ROOM?!"

You stiffen after hearing Lucifer's angry voice. "My pillow fort!" you yell back. "Don't touch it! I worked for hours on that thing!"

You hear a couple of crashes and a loud scream, then nervously turn back to Levi. "We should probably just stay in here then."

Levi blinks at you, then looks at the drink you're giving him, then out the door. "He's gonna kill you."

"He's already tried," you laugh. "Anyways come on!"

"I... don't feel like it. You just broke into my room, I feel sick, go away," Levi spits excuses after excuses at you. "Henry will miss me, sorry, anyways nice seeing you MC!"

"Levi!" you whine. "You never hang out with me anymore! What's gotten into you? Did I do something wrong?"

Levi cringes at how pained your voice turns as you finish your question. Guilt floods him; he can't bare to even look you in the eyes because he knows if he does he'll probably burst into tears for making his little Henry sad. Instead, he makes a move to stand, rubbing his arms nervously.

"I- no, it's just.... MC, do you not like me?"

"What?" Your voice only sounds more hurt. "Levi, I love you! You're like a big brother to me, why would I not like you?"

The purple-haired demon shrugs his shoulders. "I... I don't know. I just kept seeing you copying me: doing the things I do, saying the things I say, and I started to feel..."

"Self-conscious?" you finish for him. Gently placing down the energy drink can, (now empty, by the way), you rush over to Leviathan and hug him as tightly as you can, which wasn't much to this unreasonably strong demon. Seriously, all he does is lay in his room all day, how is he even remotely muscular? Not that you were complaining, you like it when he picks you up to grab forgotten video games or manga off the top shelves in the stores he drags you to.

"Yeah," Levi answers, leaning down so he can bury his face in your shoulder. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, MC. I shouldn't assume that you'd make fun of me for everything I do."

"If it makes you feel better," you rub his back. "I copy you because I look up to you. You're really cool! I wanna be like you! You know so much about games and movies and you're just so much fun to be around."

Levi goes stiff in your grasp and for a second you think you've offended him. However you do much the opposite. Levi wraps his arms around you and sniffles into your shoulder. You awkwardly smile as he starts to ramble on about how you're so nice and he doesn't deserve to have a friend like you; you know, typical Levi banter. You rub his back as he starts to grow louder.

"There, there, Levi. Let it all out."

All you get is some jumbled sobs and words in return. That's what made you love him though, so you couldn't complain; even when he was soiling your brand-new tee shirt.

satan

Satan fought tirelessly to not be seen as Lucifer's shadow. He wouldn't do or like a single thing Lucifer does, even if he genuinely enjoyed that thing. As soon as Lucifer got his grubby hands on it, it was over for Satan, so when you were clawing, trying desperately to do the things he does and like the things he likes, he was dumbfounded. Why would you want to be seen as his double, his shadow, his other copy?

It drove Satan nuts when he'd catch you doing something he does. He nearly blew a gasket when he noticed you watching him out the corner of his eye as he read in the library. You were just staring at him for what seemed like hours before picking up a book, looking back over at Satan, then holding the book in the exact same way he does despite how awkward it seemed in your hand. Not only that, but he'd watch you when you'd move into the same stance he usually stands in: one hand on your chest and another at your hip.

How dare you do this to the Wrath Avatar. He should destroy you. But then again, he was the Wrath Avatar. Maybe he was just overreacting?

Currently, said avatar is sitting in his room, leg crossed over his other one, petting a little kitten as he reads a new book he bought from the human realm. It was raining: the perfect weather for a cup of warm tea. He hummed happily as he closed his book and sighed. He was content.

"Knock knock! Guess who?"

Never mind.

You stand at Satan's doorway, bouquet of his favorite flowers behind your back. You went to the market with Barbatos today and saw these and you just had to buy them for Satan. He's been going on and on about how he couldn't find them anywhere and once you caught glimpse of them while Barbatos was eyeing a fruit stand, you yanked on his sleeve and pointed toward the flowers, begging him to purchase a dozen for you.

"Satan?" you drone out his name, knocking on his door again. "I know you're in there. Lucifer told me where you were."

Damn him!

With a long sigh, Satan stands. The kitten takes this as a sign to hop off his bed and hide behind a stack of books. The blond walks over to his door, dodging more piles of books before letting you inside. He greets you with a half-hearted wave. You greet him with an enthusiastic one back.

"I got you a present!" you smile. "Close your eyes!"

"MC, this is ridiculous."

"Now!"

Satan sighs but does as you say. You take out the bouquet.

"Now open them!"

He just stares at you and the gorgeous display of his favorite flowers in your grasp. Satan doesn't say anything for a long time; he only stands there looking between you and the flowers. You start to feel awkward and shift under his blank gaze.

"Uh... these are your favorite flowers, right?" you meekly ask. "I didn't confuse them with one of your brothers'?"

"No, these are my favorite," he nods. Satan finally takes them from your hands gently, making sure not to bend a single petal. "How did you find these...? I thought they were out of season?"

"I did, too!" you admit. "But I begged Barbatos to buy them for me and promised I'd help him around the castle tomorrow if he did."

"Why would you do that?" Satan giggles as he raises the bouquet up to smell them. "They're just flowers, MC."

"But they're your favorite!"

He goes quiet yet again, staring at you fondly. He starts to feel incredibly guilty thinking about how he was just angry that you were knocking on his door. Satan has been so frustrated with your mimicry that he's forgotten just how sweet of a human you really were.

"MC..."

You perk up.

"I... apologize for the way I've acted toward you recently. I've treated you as if you were a hassle to be around while you thought of me like a close friend."

You shrug your shoulders and lean against the wall next to Satan's door, gazing up at the blond. "I just figured you were angry at me for copying you all the time. Lots of people get mad at me for that."

Satan stares at you again. "So... you knew why I suddenly became hostile around you?"

"Yep!"

"And you neither confronted me about it nor stopped?"

"Uh huh!"

Satan goes quiet for a moment then begins to laugh, shaking his head gently.

"Oh MC.... Thank you for being such an amazing and funny human being."

asmodeus

Asmo is used to people copying him. He's an influencer, of course he'd be used to it. However when you started doing it too, he became puzzled. You two were friends, of course, but Asmo didn't realize you looked up to him just like his fans do.

The Lust Avatar didn't question you on your developing actions, but it did fill him with a sense of pride when he'd catch you carrying your bags like he does or sitting with your leg crossed over the other: something that you've never done before you noticed he did so. It's cute to watch you struggle to keep your legs crossed, as well. He once looked at you after you nearly fell out of your chair trying to mimic him and you coughed, clearly embarrassed. It took all he had not to laugh how cute you were.

Asmodeus doesn't confront you like his brothers do. He doesn't really mind it at all, honestly. But he can't help bringing it up from time to time. Subtly, of course. Just to watch you squirm. He loves you MC, but this demon also loves teasing you. He does eventually mention it to you after he's had his fun, but by then you've probably humiliated yourself more times than Mammon's lost all his money to gambling.

Well, maybe not that much.

"Your outfit is gorgeous, MC!" Asmo smiles warmly at you as you hop down the front porch steps. Everyday you and Asmo walk to school together, but today you were running a little late because, well, you had to style your outfit. Asmo noticing it made the whole ordeal worthwhile to you.

"Thank you! I never thought pink was my color, do you like it?" You twirl around for Asmo to show off the rest of your outfit.

"Oooh, I love it!" he exclaims. "I should buy you a book bag to go with it."

You laugh and shake your head as the two of you begin your walk to school. "You don't need to do that, Asmo. I have no idea when I'm going to wear this outfit again, anyways."

"Soon, I hope!" Asmo giggles. "You look like a teenage me."

"I look nothing like you, Asmo!" you laugh, playfully shoving your friend.

"You know what I meant!" Asmo looks up at the dark sky. Despite it being early morning in the Devildom, it still looked like nighttime in the human realm. It made the bubbly demon kind of sad, honestly.

"You act just like me, too."

Your eyes widen. You stutter in your movements and nearly trip over a stray rock on the road. So he knew after all. You thought you were being sneaky! Though you suppose there's nothing sneaky about constantly watching someone to try and copy their habits.

"What do you mean?" You nervously smile. You don't want to look at him due to how embarrassed you feel, but he's not even looking at you. He just keeps staring up at the blank sky.

"How you sit, for one." Asmo's sadness from staring up at the Devildom sky is suddenly gone as he remembers how hard you've been trying to get his habits right. He giggles. "How you walk, is another. I'm not sure if you got that from me, though, but you walk so much differently than when you first arrived here. You walk with a purpose, with confidence in yourself."

Asmo turns to find you nervously fiddling with your non-outfit matching book bag.

"Then there's how you get embarrassed. You cross your arms and avert your gaze to the floor, occasionally glancing side-to-side."

Asmo walks up to you and gently grasps your warm face. He beams at you and kisses the top of your head endearingly, like a mother comforting their child.

"Finally, there's this."

He tugs at the ribbon that's in your hair. It's pink, matching Asmo's own ribbon. You've watched him tie that thing over and over again every day to learn how to tie your own. You don't know if it makes you happy or even more ashamed that he noticed it.

"I honestly don't mean to," you murmur. You just wanna crawl into bed and sleep, you're so embarrassed. "I just really look up to you, and I... I don't know. I wanna be like you."

Asmo falls silent as he processes your words. You want to be like him? The Lust Avatar? A demon who's been called narcissistic, stuck-up, and so many other rude things. A demon who's rumored to just fiddle with people's emotions for fun. That's incomprehensible! Sure, like he said, he is an influencer. But he's an influencer to demons. Demons are known to be ruthless and cold and malicious, so why do you want to be like a demon?

"That's...," Asmo pauses again, thinking. "Cute."

You blink. "What?"

"That's cute!" he laughs. "I'm a demon, MC. You want to be like a demon, you look up to a demon. And that's cute."

You pout a bit and cross your arms. "Are you teasing me?"

"A little," Asmo admits. "But it really is cute. You have this childlike innocence when it comes to demons. You don't see us as monsters, which is dangerous in most cases...," Asmo wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug.

"But it's nice in my case. Thank you, MC. For not seeing me the way most others do."

You hug Asmodeus back, smiling a bit into his shoulder. You don't say anything in return, you just stay in the comforting embrace of your friend. Besides, peaceful moments with Asmo are your favorite. The two of you don't need to talk to commune each other's feelings. That's what made your friendship with the Lust Avatar so special.

beelzebub

Much like his brother, Beel doesn't mind when you began to mimic him. Between you and me, the dear didn't even notice until his twin pointed it out for him. He just thought that you've always kept snacks in your drawers or held your wrist like that. Despite now knowing though, he doesn't mention it. It's cute watching you struggle to lift the heavy weights he does or keep up with him while running, even though you've never shown an interest in these things before he came along. Plus he's nice and doesn't want to embarrass you.

Currently, the two of you are lounging around in your room, you laying splayed out on your bed while Beel sits on the floor, leaning back on your mattress. You roll onto your stomach and whine while offering up the rest of the candy you were snacking on to your fiery-haired friend. Beel happily takes it.

"I feel sick," you groan. You bury your face in your comforter and whine again, louder this time. "I shouldn't have ate all that candy. Especially not with that soda Levi gave me."

Beel swallows the sweets in his mouth and turns his head to look at you. "Do you need me to get Lucifer?"

"No," you sigh. "He'll just scold me like he's my dad or something."

"Technically he is," Beel smiles. "He does take care of you while you're here."

"Caretaker," you correct him, not lifting up your head. Your voice is muffled by the blanket beneath you. "The word you're looking for is caretaker, not dad."

"Sure it is." Beel smiles wider when he hears you groan again.

"Shut up!" You roll onto your back and grunt as you playfully smack Beel's shoulder. "You're so mean to me."

Beel and you sit in a comfortable silence after that. Well, not total silence. There's still the noise of Beel sticking his hand into and out of the candy bag. You can feel yourself growing tired as you lay with your eyes closed on your comfy bed. The sound of the plastic bag lulls you to sleep. Only for a split second, though.

"You're like Belphie sometimes."

You open one of your eyes. So much for sleep, you think to yourself.

Beel is facing you now, watching you try to wake yourself and mask your tired expressions. You roll onto your side and stare at him. "What's that mean?"

"That you're like Belphie sometimes," Beel repeats. "You're so sleepy."

"I'll have you know that I'm not always sleepy," you smile. "I just didn't get a lot of rest last night."

"Then you must not sleep much a night." Beel tilts his head as a worried look appears on his face. "Do you have trouble sleeping?"

"Sometimes," you fluster. You really didn't expect Beel to get so worried. "But it's cool. Like, I'll just nap when I get home, you know?"

Beel hums. You fiddle with your wrist, grabbing it and tapping your fingers against your skin. Beel notices.

"Why are you nervous?"

"Wha-"

"I do that when I'm nervous." Beel furrows his brow. "So why are you nervous? I'm not mad at you."

You stare at him, completely mortified. He knew that you adopted some of his habits? Since when?! And how did he find out?! You thought you were clever about it. You never openly stared at him when he fiddled with his bracelets or wrist in general. Or at least never made it obvious. That's what you thought, but you suppose you thought wrong.

"I'm not nervous," you lie despite still messing with your wrist.

"And I'm not hungry," Beel deadpans. "MC, you can tell me anything. You know that, right? I won't make fun of you."

You avert your gaze from the Avatar of Gluttony and sigh. There was no getting out of this, was there? Maybe you could jump out the window? That would be a quick solution. Eh, but then you'd probably break your legs trying to land, and then there'd really be no way to avoid telling Beel the truth.

"Fine," you grumble, face hot with embarrassment. "The reason I copy your habits is because...," you groan and cover your face. "I can't say it!"

"Is it because you like me?"

You freeze. How was he so good at figuring you out?!

"Yeah," you mumble. "I really like you. You're like, my best friend! Or a big brother to me! And I just unconsciously mirror the things my loved ones do, and it's embarrassing."

You feel a large yet gentle hand on your shoulder. Peeking out from in between your fingers, you see Beel kneeling in front of you with a big smile on his face.

"You really remind me of Belphie." He laughs at your tired groan.

"Stop teasing me! You promised not to tease me if I told you!"

"I'm not!" he chuckles. "You act just like him sometimes, and I see you in the way I see him."

You remove your hands from your face. "And how is that?"

"Like my twin brother, of course." The Avatar of Gluttony pats your head. He closes his eyes and laughs as you swat at his hand.

"You're like my little human sibling. I wanna protect you and keep you safe, because family is important to me."

You tilt your head and smile. It's goofy, a lopsided and awkward sort of smile, but you'd be blind to not see the happiness contained in it and in your eyes. You throw your arms around Beelzebub, the ladder easily catching you and falling back onto your floor with a loud thump! You laugh and shake your head as you lay on Beel's chest.

"I thought you were strong, Beel," you tease. "You should've been able to catch me without falling."

"I lost my balance, MC," he smiles back. "Don't make me tell Lucifer on you."

"Tattletail."

Beel snorts, and you laugh at his own laughter. You roll off the demon to plop right beside him on your floor. It's a bit cold, but it's comfortable. Or maybe it's just because you're laying next to Beel. You don't know. With your hands folded on your stomach and your gaze fixed on your ceiling, the two of you settle into another comfortable silence.

"Can I take a nap now?"

"Sure, mini Belphie."

"Oh shut up."

belphegor

Belphegor wants to say that he was infuriated by your actions, that he wanted you to stop just as fast as you had started, but that would be a complete lie. In all honesty, this little demon couldn't have been happier. He would watch you, smiling to himself when you would nuzzle your face into Beelzebub's shoulder or rub your arm at random intervals just as he does. The color you paint your nails is the same as his, and the way you curl around people like he does when napping brings a goofy grin to his face. Plus there's the stance you get into when you're mad, your hand on your chest with your other arm slightly outstretched to the side. It was annoying and stupid and so cute of you to do, it made the Sloth Avatar sick.

He most definitely teases you about it, so there was no use for you to try and hide your mimicry. Still, you did try. You'd fiddle with your hair the way he does while alone and thinking, chew on the end of your pen while doing schoolwork, and sleep in the position he does: entangled in a mountain of pillows and blankets. But he still found out rather quickly, much to your dismay.

Currently, you two were alone in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. You wanted to go completely alone, but Lucifer insisted you bring one of the brothers with you. Belphie was the first to volunteer, and also the quietest, so you chose him. He wasn't being very quiet now, though.

"Why are we out here, anyways?" he yawns behind his hand. "If you're hunting for mushrooms, they're out of season."

"No, I'm not mushroom hunting," you sigh. "Just shush. Be quiet."

"Hm," Belphegor pretends to think for a moment. "No."

You roll your eyes and turn, getting into the stance you stole from Belphie, which is the same stance he stole from Lucifer. He won't admit it, though.

"I came out here to be alone, but Lucifer said I needed a supervisor, so here you are. Just be quiet for once, please?"

Belphie furrows his brow, playful attitude gone. Now he's curious. "Why did you want to be alone?"

"Because," you bite your tongue. Because you're annoying, because your constant banter makes me embarrassed, because I just need a place to think.

"Because I just wanna be, okay?" You mess with your hair.

"You're copying me again," Belphie coldly mentions. "Why are you always copying me?"

"You think I want to?" You cross your arms. "I can't help it! I copy my loved ones' habits because I love them, of course, and I wanna be like them. But you're so mean to me about it. Why couldn't you have just pretended not to know? It hurts when you make fun of me for it."

Both of your eyes widen. You slap your hands over your mouth, shocked. Did you really just admit that? You feel like crying out of frustration. Stupid Lucifer, if he would have just let you go out on your own you wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation. Belphegor stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you assume he's about to say something mean again.

"I'll stop, okay? I'm sorry, please don't mention this to your br-"

"I'm sorry, MC."

You immediately shut your mouth. "What?"

"I'm not actually mad at you... for copying me, you know? It's endearing, I just," Belphegor thinks, trying to find the right words. He can't believe he's admitting this to a kid just so they won't cry or get anymore upset. Ugh, he really loves you, doesn't he?

"I just don't want to be vulnerable, I guess. I don't want to face the fact that I really care about you. It's easier to just make fun of and berate you instead of telling you that your actions make me... happy."

The forest is silent aside from the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves. You stand, arms crossed over your chest with an embarrassed look on your face. Belphie isn't much different. His cheeks are pink and he's twirling his bangs around his index finger nervously.

"How about we just pretend we never had this conversation."

"But then it'd be even more awkward between us." You take a shy step closer to the demon. "I want to be friends. Like, actual friends. I don't want a friendship where all we do is mock each other. I want to be truthful with you."

You continue walking towards the Avatar of Sloth, who is currently refusing to look at you. With a soft movement, you wrap your arms around Belphegor's waist, hiding your scolding hot face in his chest. Belphie immediately stiffens up. He doesn't know how to react. His hands are shaking above your shoulders, and he stares wide-eyed at your painfully human form.

"I want to be friends," you repeat into his shirt.

Belphie, (still with shaky hands), finally hugs you back. You smile a bit when you feel his forehead plop on your shoulder. You stand like that for a while, just hugging each other. But then Belphie groans and pulls back.

"Okay, leaning down like this is hurting my back. Let go."

You laugh and shake your head. "You're surprisingly warm, you know that?"

"Really? Beel always says I'm cold." Belphie looks at himself curiously, then blushes. "Don't change the subject."

You giggle. "But you are! Like a furnace."

You start to walk away. Not before grabbing Belphie's hand, though. "The real reason why I'm out here," you begin, still with your demon in tow. "Is because Satan told me about some flowers that are supposed to bloom today. I wanted to pick some so I could press them and give them to you as a gift."

"You're such a kid," Belphie mutters. Then coughs and flushes red again. "But... thank you."

"Of course! I like giving gifts to my family."

Family, the Sloth Avatar thinks. You consider him family... That would make you his little sibling. He'd be your older brother.

Belphie feels you let go of his hand. He watches as you smile back over your shoulder at him, then sprint off into the clearing of gorgeous golden flowers. The flowers shimmer, gold particles falling off their leaves as the wind blows through them. You pick some closest to you, cutting the stims with a pair of scissors you pulled from your pocket. You lay the scissors on the ground and reach into your jacket for the book you keep there. Then, you press the flowers gently into the papers. The gold from the flowers puffs up and hits your face as you close your book. You cough a bit because of it.

"I'm okay!" you sneeze out.

Belphie laughs to himself as you keep sneezing in the distance. He supposes it wouldn't be so bad to have you as a sibling. In fact it'd be... kind of nice. You could get him out of Lucifer's punishments, he could use you to nap on, and you could nab some candy from the grocery store for him. That... and you'd stay by his side no matter what. He'd never lose you.

That's what he hopes, at least.

"What?!" you bark back. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"Busy causing harm to your fellow classmates, yes! Let. Them. Go!" With each punctuation, Lucifer strides closer to you until he's ripping the poor demon out of your grasp and tossing them back behind him like they weigh nothing. His hand soon wraps around your wrist and you thrash while he drags you away from the scene, you spewing curses at him all the way.

Lucifer quickly finds an empty classroom and shoves you inside before entering himself. You stumble backwards as he locks the door, then you charge him as if he couldn't break your neck in a millisecond if he wanted to.

"Why'd you do that?!" you yell, throwing a punch at the eldest demon. He easily dodges you and grasps your fist when you throw another punch his way. Twisting your arm, he shoves you up against a wall, pinning your other wrist beside your head.

"Because you're causing a scene!" he hisses, gripping you tighter once he says scene. You bite your tongue to suppress a whimper of pain.

"What's wrong with you?" he demands. "Why must you always act like this? Can't you act civil at least when you're in public? This isn't a funny game to us, MC!"

"I don't care about you or what you think of me!" You try again to free yourself from Lucifer's grasp but he only tightens his hold the more you struggle. The brick walls are scraping against your face, cutting you a bit. "I didn't want to be apart of this dumb exchange program anyways!"

"Well you are so either act right," he turns you around and you're met with a very angry Lucifer. You've never seen him this furious, not even when Mammon sold off his prized vinyl. His eyes, ones you've always thought were gorgeous, are a seering, vibrant red. "Or I'll send you back to the human realm in a casket. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off," you reply, even though you're scared. "Do you honestly think I care whether I live or die?"

A bit taken aback, Lucifer hardens his exterior. "Either way, you're not in the human realm anymore, MC, so stop acting as if you can win every fight you get into. There's multiple lower level demons who could easily murder you."

"What part of I don't care don't you get, Lucifer?" you shout. "Kill me right now! Do it! You've already tried, so finish the job!"

Lucifer doesn't move and neither do you. You're breathing hard, blood trickling down your face both from the wall and your recent fight. You swallow, feeling a bit prideful for silencing the demon.

"Did you not ever get into fights when you first got here? Were you not scared? Frightened, angry?"

Lucifer doesn't answer you, but you already know the truth.

"That's what I thought. You're a hypocrite."

Shoving past the demon, you stop just before you unlock the door. You feel guilty. Did he really think you enjoyed acting like this? You want to stop, but everything around you is just... too much. Your reactions are justified, right? You've just been thrusted into a new environment, of course you'd lash out. There's powerful beings all around you now, and they've all made it very clear how much better they are than you. You can see it in their eyes, and you won't be having anyone— demon or otherwise— think you're just a powerless little human.

"I'm...," you sigh. Your body hurts, wrists definitely bruised from how tightly Lucifer held them. You bite your tongue and never finish your sentence, swinging the door open angrily and walking away.

You and Lucifer were alike in that way: too prideful to admit your faults. He stands in the empty classroom pinching the bridge of his nose, grumbling to himself. He should've stopped you, but what is there to do? You don't seem to want help from whatever is tormenting you, and Lucifer can't exactly force you to do anything you don't want to.

He's stuck.

mammon

He was happy to have another delinquent in the house, that is until he figured out you're more the get into meaningless fights for fun type instead of the make money quick type.

Currently, he had brought you with him to a fast food restaurant just to grab a quick lunch. It all went downhill when someone he owed money to walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.

By all means you weren't a powerful sorcerer yet, but you could easily tell Mammon to stay put like he's some sort of dog while you beat the life out of some poor demon. It took him thrashing around in place and using his demon form to break from your order. Let's hope you don't grow any stronger, or else he might not ever be able to break free.

Demons love bloodlust. It was inside them, it was in their morals, so pretty much only Mammon and the other demon's lackeys were trying to pry you off their boss. Once your seal on Mammon broke, in a flash he was behind you, gripping your waist and yanking you off the bloodied demon who looked like they were turning blue, by the way.

"Keep your money!" one of the other demons yelled while the first looked over their boss's wounds.

"We weren't going to pay you back in the first place!" you shout back as Mammon drags you out the door. You let him pull you into a dark alley away from the restaurant and grin at him when he finally lets you go. There's blood dripping from your nose and lots of scratch marks all over you from the demon's claws. You place your hands on your hips and beam, "One less group you owe money to! No need to thank me."

"What the hell was that?!" he hisses. "MC, I told you we were only there for food! Why'd you start a fight?!"

Your smile fades. You look confused. "They were bothering y-"

"They always do! I'm used to it, so what?!" Mammon stalks up to you, looming, eyes a bright, shimmering gold. "Keep your nose out of my business."

You furrow your brow and wipe the blood from your nose, a bit self-conscious that he mentioned it. "Then why tell me about your business? Why whine to me about how you owe all this money to so many different people?" You jab your finger into the demon's exposed chest, not caring if he snaps. "Why talk to me about your problems and then tell me not to care when I finally do something?"

"Because you're my friend!" he shouts.

"I was never your friend!" you scream. "You just used me like you use everyone else!"

"I do not do that! And don't you turn this around on me-"

"No, I will! You know I'm like this so why even try to befriend me?"

"Because I hoped you could change!"

"You're one to talk about change!"

The demon falls silent. In truth, both of you were in the wrong, but neither wanted to admit it. In one swift movement, you unclasp the matching keychain you share with Mammon from your phone and drop it on the floor, not before stepping on it as you leave. He stares at the pitiful thing, heart in shambles as he picks it up. With a deep breath, Mammon turns on his heel, silently begging for you to take this as a learning experience instead of using it to fuel your anger.

But again, he's one to talk about change, he thinks.

leviathan

There's blood all over the place. He's panicking, hurrily wrapping bandages around your bleeding abdomen and arms with shaky hands. He's in his demon form: a habit he's developed, you've noticed, when he's nervous or scared. Leviathan's eyes are frantic and he's constantly muttering "Oh god" over and over again under his breath. This was a common occurrence: him bandaging you up after you got into a fight, but never did you get into one where you came out this bad.

"Levi," you cough out, a bit of blood dribbling from your lower lip. "Levi it's fine, I'm okay!"

"You're dying!" he shrieks, applying more pressure to your stomach. "How did this even happen?!"

"I sort of got into a fight with a demon and... they had a knife," you explain sheepishly. "But it's cool!"

The demon gawks at you. He blinks a bit before furiously shaking his head and replacing your now blood-soaked bandages with clean ones. How you made it make to the House of Lamentation in this state, he'll never know. This same conversation usually happened more frequently than he'd like, but you're still reckless as ever. It was getting on his nerves.

"Just stay put! I'll- I'll go get Lu-"

His older brother's name isn't even halfway out of his mouth before you're clutching your side, trying to get up to assure him that you're fine. "N-no!" you gasp out. "No, don't do that. I'm okay, see? Perfect, in fact!"

"No, I'm going to get Lucifer," Levi insists, moving quickly, that is until you grab his tail and weakly tug on it. He turns, a bit offended, but he just stares meekly at your angry and sad exterior.

"No, please don't go tell Lucifer," you quietly beg. "He'll say the fight I got into was stupid-"

"The fight you got into was stupid!" Levi blurts out. "You-You're human! You're much more fragile than us, why do you go parading around like you can take on anyone and everyone?!"

"I don't know!" you lie. "But I did this for you. They-They were being mean to you, and-"

"And I'm used to it!"

"You shouldn't be!"

The two of you stand there in silence, you breathing hard and gripping your abdomen, Leviathan looking on the verge of tears. Were they angry tears? Sad tears? He doesn't quite know, but they start to pour down his face when you collapse to your knees, pulling your hand away from your stomach to see it covered in fresh blood.

When Leviathan compared you to his beloved anime protagonists, he didn't mean that you needed to go through the same motions as them, too.

"I don't need Lucifer," you mumble. Your breaths are loud and shallow. "I don't need anyone. I... I'm...."

You fall to the floor entirely and Leviathan screams his brother's names. He starts to blurt them out at random as he cradles you in his arms, starting with Lucifer and going down the line, hoping at least one of them will hear his cries for help. He's too weak, he's worthless. He can't save you, you're dead if one of his brothers doesn't show up.

Lucifer finds his younger brother cradling you in his arms. He's sobbing into your shoulder, nails digging into your arm. Levi weakly looks up, cheeks stained red from tears and hair a complete mess.

"Help them," he begs. "Lucifer please save them. I-I don't want to lose them. I can't lose anyone else."

Lucifer knows exactly who Leviathan's referring to when he utters that. He won't let that situation happen again.

satan

You weren't at school today. Satan looked for you in the halls, tip toeing over the taller students to try and catch a glimpse of your hair in the crowds, but there was no sign of you anywhere. He even asked Lucifer where you were, but even he didn't know.

He found out eventually. You were skipping class by hanging out deep in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. You sat in a big tree, straddling an even bigger branch as your fingers left ghostly impressions on the bark. You even resembled a ghost the way you sat there, flickering in and out of Satan's view thanks to the fading light of the moon.

"MC?" he tilts his head at you. "I couldn't find you at school today. Is this where you've been the entire time?"

You gaze down at your blond friend and shrug, a bit startled by his sudden voice. "More or less."

"Why didn't you want to come to school?" Satan sits his book bag down and leans on the base of the tree you sit on. "There must be a good reason?"

"Oh there is," you agree. "I didn't wanna go."

Satan blinks. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't feel like going." You stand, moving to climb higher into the tree. "Too much work. Didn't want the responsibility."

"MC, you need to come to school," Satan furrows his brow, puzzled. "How do you expect to get anywhere in life like this?"

"I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far, Satan." You look down at the demon with an unreadable expression on your face. "I thought you would have killed me by now. Either you or one of your brothers, so I'm not prepared for really anything."

Your eyes flick to the ground below you. "I've been thinking a lot recently, and I finally figured out why I felt so strange." You close your eyes and sigh, nestling back into a groove in the tree. "It's because I don't belong here. I want to go home Satan, and I don't care if you're worried about my education. I don't care period."

The demon is silent. He doesn't know what to say. He's overcome with an assortment of negative emotions, but he can't pinpoint just one. He thought you and him were good friends. Why didn't you want to stay with him? Why did you wait to tell him you felt like this?

It would be so much easier to just get angry instead of dejected, but Satan can't bring himself to be mad at you for something like simply wanting to go home. You were right; you didn't belong here. You're human. The lack of sun, distasteful-sounding foods, and little-to-no contact with other humans was getting to you. Satan wishes he could just deny caring for you. He didn't consider you a friend, he didn't feel guilty about you assuming that he would kill you in cold blood, and he wasn't saddened by the implication that you didn't want to stay with him. But all of those statements would be lies. Satan cares a lot about what you think of him. He doesn't want you, the one person who truly accepted him for his sin, to think he's some sort of monster. Even if that's what he thinks of himself.

You speak up again before Satan gets to. "Tell Lucifer I won't be home for dinner tonight."

asmodeus

You whimper lightly as Asmo dabs a wet cloth on your cheek, lips pursed and eyes focused. You couldn't tell if he was angry or not when you showed up at his door both battered and bruised, but you assumed he was probably really angry.

Your suspicions are correct when you reach out to grab Asmo's wrist and he slaps your hand away.

"No," he snaps, glaring daggers at your hand. "You came to me for help and I'm going to help you."

"I didn't," you half lie. "Not necessarily. I just... wanted to see you."

"While looking like you just got your ass beat?" he raises an eyebrow.

You sheepishly smile and Asmodeus groans. "You're ridiculous," he murmurs, then tapes a bandaid onto your cheek.

"I won the fight," you speak after a while. You didn't like the silence between you two. "I honestly thought they were gonna kill me," you breathlessly giggle.

Asmo doesn't say anything. He keeps cleaning up your wounds.

"I'm scared of your brothers," you admit, "but... they were talking bad about them. How Beelzebub's just a glutton, how Mammon doesn't care about anything other than money, how you...."

You don't continue. Asmo doesn't ask you to, either. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what those demons said. Those things have been said to him a thousand times before, he doesn't know why you took it so close to heart. It was sweet.

"Open your shirt," he orders, grabbing more bandages. "I saw how soaked it looked in blood. You're hiding a wound from me."

"You're very perceptive," you hum, then lie back on Asmo's bed. You can feel the deep gash on your side begin to ooze blood, but you're starting to get really sleepy.

"I'll buy you new bedsheets since your's are now all bloody," you yawn, then yelp when you feel a pair of ice cold fingertips on your stomach. Asmo unclasps your shirt, not caring if he breaks a few buttons or tears fabric. He's shaking and he knows it. He just hopes that you don't.

"Sorry."

You just hum, too tired to care. You try not to jerk or hiss when Asmo starts to feel around your cut. He's biting his lip, eyes filled with worry and hair a complete mess. He's kinda cute like this, you think. You've never seen him so focused on something. It's too bad that the thing he's focused on is a bloody wound.

"You're going to need stitches," Asmo tears off his blood-stained gloves after he finishes bandaging your stomach and tosses them to the side. "I'll steal the car and-"

"No."

He's already halfway out his bedroom door before you protest. The demon turns, eyebrow raised. "'No?'"

"No," you repeat. "I don't... what if...."

You can't pick the right words to fit your sentence. It's not like you're worried about Lucifer finding out what you did. In fact you couldn't care less on what he'd think of your actions. It's just.... You can't explain it. You don't trust him. Not like Asmo.

"MC," the blond demon starts. He has a frantic expression on his face. "If we don't get you to a hospital, that thing can grow infected." He points at the gash.

"Lucifer can't find out." You grimace as you try to stand. "Neither can the prince. No one but you can see me like this. I can't be seen as weak. I-"

"MC." Asmodeus repeats, staring at you. He doesn't meet your eyes. Instead, he's focused more on your cut. You look down, curious.

Wow. It was a really bad cut. It had already bled through the fresh bandages he gave you.

"Please," he whispers. "You're so wreckless all the time, MC. I don't want you to get hurt anymore. I want to help."

You don't say anything, but Asmo immediately knows your response when you take a small step towards him.

"I'll get the car," he says again. You just nod.

beelzebub

Beelzebub was no star student himself. He'd make passing grades, attend RAD as much as possible, and play his best in his games, but he wasn't the spitting image of an outstanding student. However when it came to you....

"Where's your work?"

Beelzebub quietly munches away on his 5th granola bar as his professor walks around collecting yesterday's assignments. They stopped at your desk, which quickly caught the orange-haired demon's attention.

"I don't have it," you say, nonchalant.

"Why not?" The professor presses on.

You shrug, meeting their eyes. "Because I didn't do it."

"Why not?" they repeat, louder this time.

"I didn't feel like it." You finish your sentence with a grin. "What's the point? Your class is boring anyways."

"You better watch your words with me, MC," the teacher sneers. Beel watches as they lean down, gripping your face roughly in their hand. Were teachers here allowed to touch the students like this?

"You might be friends with the Avatars, but that doesn't change how you're seen inside my classroom: a pathetic little excuse of a pupil. So either you pay attention in my class and turn in your work, or I fail you, and Lord Diavolo sends you back to your realm."

"For a teacher you're incredibly stupid." You shove the demon off of you, cheeky behavior gone. "Don't you get it? I don't even want to be here. Fail me for all I care, I'll get to go back to my old life which, though isn't the best, is a hell of a lot better than being some guinea pig for the prince of hell's exchange program."

Is that really how you see yourself? Beel thinks.

Beelzebub looks down at his desk when you move to stand. He hears you pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then out the corner of his eye, catches you storming off towards the door.

"If you leave this classroom, MC-" the professor starts, but they never finish because you're already slamming the classroom door in their face. A couple of books fall off their shelves by how rough you were. Beel takes another bite of his granola bar.

He honestly thought you were pretty happy here. He tried his best to accommodate to your needs, especially after destroying your bedroom wall. He brought you snacks, always listened to you talk if you needed. Was he just not that good of a friend as he previously imagined?

The professor stalks back to the front of their classroom to continue their lessons. Beel glances up at them, then towards the door.

They wouldn't be upset if he skipped one class to check up on you, right...?

belpgegor

Honestly, Belphegor hasn't the slightest idea how he's doing so well in school. He sleeps all day, hardly ever studies, yet somehow aces all his tests. He's just gifted, he guesses. Maybe he should've used his gift to help you before it got this bad.

"Belphie!" you smile, picking your head up from your desk and giving the Sloth Avatar a big smile. Currently, you were in detention. This was your 3rd time being in here this week. It was really boring, but that's kinda the point, you think, so it adds up.

"MC," the demon nods, smiling back at you. He wanted to skip the formalities, but he didn't expect you to be so happy to see him. It was nice.

"Do you have detention, too?" you tilt your head, resting your chin in your hand. "Did they finally find your secret napping place?"

"Not yet," he hums, taking a seat on the teacher's desk in front of you. The doors were locked with a spell that only allowed people to enter, not exit, until the specified time limit was met. You still had an hour to go. Thank god Belphegor showed up, you swear you were about to die from boredom. You got tired of looking at the "inspirational" posters on the walls after the 50th time you read the words: "a human is more cunning than a demon, so challenge your brain to be able to catch one!"

You knew damn well that most demons were smarter than humans, and you didn't like the implication that demons actively ate humans. You should file a complaint to Lord Diavolo.

"So why are you here?"

"I missed you," he half-lied. He did miss you, but he also wanted to talk to you about your recent behavior. It was worrying him. Should he allow it to worry him? Probably not. He did kill you once, but he felt like this whole situation you've put yourself into was a product of his misdeeds.

"Haha," you sarcastically laugh before moving to stand up from your desk. You do a little twirl as you make your way over to the sitting demon. Hands resting on either side of him, you stand face-to-face with a now flustered looking Belphegor. You beam at the demon, your nose touching his.

"Why are you really here, Belphie?" you raise an eyebrow, still playfully smiling. "Did Lucifer send you to collect me? Were you just bored?"

Belphegor scoots farther back on the desk. If he looks into your eyes any longer he swears you'll be able to see all the guilt he's still harboring inside him.

"I needed to talk to you about something," he chews on the inside of his lip. "About how you're acting. Lucifer said you never acted like this before."

You shrug, standing straight. "I had a change of heart."

"Not a good one."

You can only stare at the demon. He was one to talk! He killed you, and now he was trying to play the good guy? You open your mouth to argue back, but Belphegor keeps going.

"If I did this to you then let me help. We can go study with Satan, I'll remind you to sleep on a normal schedule, I'll keep you from skipping cla-"

"I don't need your help," you mumble, sour taste on your tongue at that word. He pitied you, didn't he? He saw you as weak. Just a puny little human who couldn't do anything for themselves. He felt bad for you, for what he did to you, and now he's trying to fix his faults. You don't need fixing! You're perfectly fine!

"Nor do I want it," you finish. "I'm not just a human who you demons can push over. I won't work for you, I won't listen to you, and I sure as hell won't fall at your hands again. I'll die on my own accord this time."

Belphegor doesn't meet your eyes. For some reason, that pisses you off. "Look at me," you demand, softly at first. Then you lean in close to him until he has no other choice but to look at you.

Belphegor watches your eyes search his own for something that he doesn't want you to see. He doesn't make any moves to stop you, though.

"You're sorry for what you did, aren't you?" you whisper, sounding breathless. "You still see my blood on your hands whenever you look at me."

He doesn't answer.

"Do you ever stare at me when I'm not looking?" you ramble on, questions you've been keeping from him pouring out of your mouth. "Is that image still burned into your brain? Me struggling, screaming with your fingers around my neck? Your claws leaving gashes on my body? My blood seeping into the carpet? Your brothers' cries? Do you still hear them, Belphegor?"

You lean in close. Belphegor can feel your breath on his lips.

"The way Mammon sobbed, how Asmo pleaded for me to get up even though he knew I was dead. Are you satisfied that for once you left Lucifer speechless? Are you happy with the look of pure anguish you left on his face?"

He doesn't speak. You pull back from him, looking up at the Little D-shaped clock that rests above the teacher's desk.

"Well, I served my time." You move back to your desk, grabbing your backpack and smiling at Belphegor like both you and him weren't filled with sorrow.

"Thanks for keeping me company, Belph."

When Leviathan nearly killed you, he was surprised you didn't cry. You sat on the floor, blank expression on your face, cradling your hurt wrist. No tears were in sight, though. You just looked up at Leviathan as he slinked closer to you.

He felt guilty that he did that, he truly did. He sat in his room that night, head in his hands as he cursed himself. He just about missed when the burning started over all his sulking. It began in his wrist, working it's way up his arm until it stopped at his elbow. It felt like he just dipped his forearm in grease. Levi bit his tongue as he gripped tightly onto his arm. He hissed and applied more pressure when the burning worsened. He figured someone had just cursed him. Never did he imagine it was you.

For weeks this went on. One of the brothers would hurt you, you'd act like you didn't care, and then suddenly parts of their bodies would erupt into pain.

When the brothers warmed up to you and stopped trying to beat you up, suddenly their pain stopped completely. They finally connected the dots when Belphegor killed you. He was standing over your limp body wearing a bored expression. Your neck was bruised from where he choked you. His brothers stared at the horrid sight. Mammon was about to scream at him when suddenly Belphegor's neck started to turn red. His eyes widened and he scrambled away from you, clawing at his burning neck. He fell, still holding his throat and gasping for breath while sitting against a wall. He silently screamed as he scratched his burning throat.

"I told you," a small voice speaks from behind Belphegor's confused and petrified brothers. "I told you not to do that."

Everyone turned from their positions. Mammon could barely see past his tears as he held your body in his arms, begging you to wake up. You were his friend, the only person that ever really stood up for him. He saw you as a younger human sibling and now you were dead. A gasp got caught in his throat as he sobbed out, "MC?"

There you stood on the stairs leading up to the attic. You were crying, but your tears weren't normal. It was like you were crying with mascara on, but none of the brothers could see any hint of make up on your face. Your tears were simply just pitch black. And acidic, they thought from how when your tears slipped down your chin and hit the floor it burnt holes in the wood.

"I told you that you'd get hurt!" you screamed, sobbing whilst trying desperately to wipe your tears away. "I tried protecting you!"

Belphegor couldn't say anything, he could only clutch his burning throat and stare at you silently. Protect him? Were you that stupid and naive? Were you that kind...? To protect a random demon you met in an attic, something that could and did kill you. That was idiotic and clueless and so sickly sweet of you.

"If I actually died you'd be so much worse!" you stomped towards the fallen demon, leaving holes in the floor as you go. You weren't completely unscathed, Mammon noticed. Your arm was cut open, the same black ooze leaking from it just like your eyes. It dripped from your fingertips and burnt holes in the carpet. Mammon reached out to touch one and hissed once it burned him.

"I hate you!" you screamed in Belphegor's face. "I hate that I was dumb enough to trust you! I hate that I still care whether you're hurt or not! I hate that I literally just fucking died before I could graduate high school!" More tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccupped. "I hate being apart of this stupid exchange program! Do you realize how many time you people have tried to murder me?! You just succeeded!"

The room was silent except for the soft sniffles and occasional sobs from Mammon, Leviathan and Asmodeus. Lucifer and Satan noticed your legs quivering and (surprisingly) both rushed to your side when you finally collapsed in a heap of sadness and tears. You wailed into Lucifer's chest as he gently picked you up like you were made entirely of glass. It burned holes in his suit and made his skin feel like it was peeling off, but he wouldn't let you go.

Beelzebub was torn between worrying about his twin and worrying about you. He took two steps toward Belphegor, then one step back toward you. He looked over his shoulder and saw how close the rest of his brothers were holding you before moving to rest next to his younger twin.

The body in Mammon's arms disappeared as soon as he touched the living version of you, shattering into a million tiny golden particles.

"I'm sorry we couldn't get here in time...."

And that was the day they found out; none of them will ever forget it, especially not Belphegor. He watched from the sidelines as you slowly warmed up more with his brothers. You wouldn't even stay in the same room as him, but could he honestly hold it against you? Sometimes he still holds his throat and remembers how awful it felt, like he had poured boiling water on it. He remembers watching how your blood and tears left sizzling holes in the floor, and now he doesn't know whether to be in awe of you or to despise you. You were still a human, at the end of the day. And how his brothers seemed to swarm you once they found out you were still alive filled him with rage. What about him? Why didn't they care about him writhing on the floor? They were his brothers!

Belphegor looks up at the sky through the observatory roof. He sighs, watching how the stars twinkle. He can't help but let a little bit of tears well up in his eyes before hearing a soft click, indicating that someone was opening the door. Quickly, he wipes his tears away with the back of his sleeve and turns around to see-

"Oh. It's you."

You stand in the doorway awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. You don't really know why you sought out Belphegor. Honestly, thinking about it now after finally seeing him in front of you and being hit by the realization of what you've done was nerve wracking, but you had to do this.

"MC," you correct him. "My name's MC."

"Whatever," he mutters. "Why are you even here?"

You shut the observatory door behind you and, though incredibly nervous, begin to walk towards the sitting demon. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Why?" he snaps. "You don't like me."

"You're right, I don't." You nestle into a comfortable position next to Belphegor and tilt your head to the sky. "Nor do I trust you. I think I have the right to since you did murder me." You bite your lip. "Well, a version of me. But I still remember how it felt. Your hands around my throat, that is."

Belphegor says nothing as you ramble on beside him.

"It hurt. I was suffocating, my vision was going blurry and dark, my head was all fuzzy...," you glance over at the demon. "But all I could think of was your brothers. How upset they might be to find me, as full of myself as that sounds. How they'd freak once what you did to me finally came back around on you."

Belphegor snorts. "I thought you hated all of us? Isn't that what you said?"

"It is what I said, and for a time I did," your attention is solely on him now. "I don't forgive you for what you did to me. Maybe I will in the future, but as of right now I'm only here because of your brothers. They miss you."

The demon beside you slowly meets your eyes. "What?"

"Beelzebub does the most, but that's expected." You smile a bit, your anxiety from the start of this interaction partially gone. "But yeah. Everyone's so sad now, even Lucifer. He says he's doing fine, but he's swamped himself with more paperwork since this whole thing's began. I think he's just trying to distract himself."

"And what does telling me all this accomplish?" Belphegor frowns. "Quit trying to play hero and meddle in our affairs. Go back to watching My Little Pony or whatever human kids watch these days."

"First of all I'm not that young," you deadpan. "Secondly, My Little Pony is a good show for all ages."

"Whatever! Just leave me alone," Belphegor sighs, clearly exasperated. "I'm tired, go away."

"No. And don't try to kill me again because I've notified Lucifer of my whereabouts and if I'm not back in his study in 15 minutes he will come looking for me." You make a move to stand again. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you stretch your hand toward Belphegor.

"Give me a chance. I promise I'll leave you be after we fix all this."

He looks between you and your hand before rolling his eyes and taking it. "Fine. Just don't bleed your acidic bodily fluids onto me."

"I make no promises," you hum. "If you hurt my feelings I have no control of what my powers might do to you."

"Crybaby," he snaps.

"At least I'm hot," is all you say before walking out the door. You snicker to yourself when you hear Belphegor mumble, "I'm hot, too."

"Why do you even do that?" he asks as the two of you walk briskly down the stairs together. "You know, bleed that black gunk stuff?"

"It's because I'm actually one of those poisonous piranha plants from Super Mario that spit acid at their enemies."

"Ha ha," Belphegor sarcastically laughs. "Funny!"

"I very much am," you smile. "But in actuality? I don't know. I've just always done that."

"So you're like a freak of nature?"

"Yeah, but that's what makes me cool," you deflect his insults like water on a duck's back. You'd be lying if you said that his mocking wasn't upsetting, though. One of the things you're most self-conscious about were your powers. For the longest time you'd never even let anyone touch you in fear of the other person getting hurt. You eventually learned though that the person who touches you doesn't get hurt unless they intend to hurt you.

It was kind of cool! You liked explaining it to people, it made you feel special. If someone struck you in hopes of inflicting pain, they'd get their own share of the pain they caused at the exact same magnitude. Plus there was your blood and tears. Though you've gotten over your fear of people touching you, you've yet to get over your fear of crying in front of others. After that whole incident with Belphegor you begged the rest of the brothers not to talk about your tears or blood, even though Lucifer had to replace the floorboards from said bodily fluids. They agreed out of respect for you, but sometimes they still wonder about why you do that.

Coming up on Beelzebub's room, you turn to face his twin brother and give the demon your best fake smile.

"Let's get this party started, Belph."

You cover your face with your hands, heavily sighing. Your room is pitch black aside from the bright light emitting from your cellphone. You toss and you turn, resituating yourself in your bed, but it just feels lumpy. You're tired— god you're so tired, and you just want to take a nice nap before school starts tomorrow, but you can't seem to close your eyes. Your mind is wide awake and swirling with thoughts of Belphegor and his brothers.

You managed to rebuild the bridge Belphegor had burned with his twin, but you've yet to rebuild all of them. The farthest you got was getting Asmo to fret about Belphie's complexion. When you caught sight of Mammon in the hall, you waved to him. He enthusiastically waved back until he saw his younger brother. He stuttered in his movements then, his eyes a bit dark.

You don't like thinking about how your death affected him. It hurts too much to assume the pain he must of felt cradling your limp body in his arms. You know he loves his brothers, but from his reaction... he must have really loved you too, huh?

"I told myself I would stop acting as people's therapist when I showed up here," you mutter to yourself sleepily. "But..."

You bite back tears and cover your eyes with your arm.

"But I need to help them. After all, they're family. They deserve to be happy being around each other again."

Your skin starts to burn as the tears you were holding back slip down your cheeks. You sniffle a bit before letting all the stress of today out into your pillow, choking on sobs. The pillow sizzles as your tears soak into its fabric. You don't know how you're gonna ask Lucifer for a new pillow without him asking why.

You were to do this all over again tomorrow. But it was for your family— no, friends. It was for your friends, you had to. It was your job as the exchange student.

They later found out that you hid in the cupboard, and when Lucifer went to open it to grab some flour he instead found a human boy.

"I hate you, MC."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No you don't, you love me <3"

Lucifer gets such an ego boost when you have to crane your neck to look up at him, but it quickly fades when you call him a "tall ass mother fucking loser."

mammon

He nearly pissed himself when he got up from his bed to stretch and suddenly felt a hand clasp around his ankle.

Screamed so loud the whole house heard it. Everyone chose to ignore it though, because they're bullies >:(

... that was until they heard him shouting your name, followed by you cackling like a little shit.

Mammon is definitely the one to lean on top of your head with his arm. He'll flick your forehead, too.

The two of you get punished together often, and no matter how long you're deemed to lay there upside down from the ceiling, Mammon takes every chance he can get to poke fun at your height. The two of you are like a chaotic younger/older brother combo.

leviathan

"WOW MC, YOU'RE THE SAME HEIGHT AS *insert Levi's current favorite fictional character here*"

Probably one of the nicest brothers regarding your height. He'll constantly compare you to anime characters he likes and ask all sorts of questions, like if you could cosplay a duo with him where one of the characters is smaller than the other.

He is a bit patronizing, though, so be prepared for him to constantly ask you if you need help reaching top shelves.

(He's doing it out of pure kindness, don't worry <3)

You felt a little bad when you pranked him by getting "stuck" in a tree, coincidentally whenever his brothers weren't home, but the pure confusion and then fear mixed onto his face was a sight to behold on the 3rd strongest demon brother.

satan

His name for you in his D.D.D is "feral little shit," followed by a heart, (which you added.)

Satan thinks it's funny when you prank Lucifer using your height, but the second you do it to him he's chanting spell after spell after spell to curse your puny human ass.

Once he heard the sound of someone eating something late at night in the kitchen, assuming it was Beel, but the fridge door wasn't open, nor could he see his little brother anywhere. Eventually, he turned on the light and yelped when he saw you hunched over in a little space between the ceiling and a cabinet, eating straight out of the cookie jar.

Your height definitely comes in handy for hiding when you tell him you'll fuck his dad during an argument.

asmodeus

Your first interaction with Asmo could have gone a lot better, but the two of you are best friends now, so it's not a big worry.

"HE'S SO TINY LUCIFER, LOOK AT HIM!!" Asmo screamed, then proceeded to pick you up from under your arms and wiggle you around.

"Keep talking like that and I'll screw your dad."

Asmo blinked at you, then just laughed. "Can we keep him?!"

Asmodeus once found you crouched on the top shelf of his closet. You made eye contact with him, and you both had a mini staring contest that lasted about a minute.

"Okay, get down! You're freaking me out."

beelzebub

Now Beel doesn't scare easily. Sure he jumps at things, maybe even flinches a bit whenever Mammon insists upon making him watch scary movies together, but you've never seen him full blown scream, which is why you considered it a win whenever you managed to make him yelp.

Beel likes more than just food, but you couldn't help resorting to exploiting his sin by placing a bag of half eaten potato chips by the floor next to his bed.

Whenever Beel finally noticed and went to pick them up, you let out a low gurgle, like someone was choking on water. Spilling the fake blood you bought for this, on Beelzebub's side all he saw was a puddle of red liquid start to seep out from under his twin's bed. Then, your hand quickly flings out and grabs ahold of his wrist. Your grip was surprisingly strong, but it didn't take much force for Beel to rip away from your grasp and let out a small scream.

You start to giggle, then burst into laughter at how funny he must have looked.

Beel didn't talk to you for a week afterwards, but it was worth it, even if it did hurt a little.

belphegor

Honestly, it's hard enough to find Belphegor, even harder to catch him while he's fully awake and understanding of his surroundings, so you had your work cut out for you trying to prank him.

All your months of planning though quickly went out the window when Belphegor screamed and nearly punched you in your nose after discovering you standing at his bedside late at night.

You just wanted to ask him if he wanted any dinner )):

Like Beel, Belphie was upset with you after finding out you planned and even bigger prank for him, but he liked the idea and said that he'd forgive you if you let him use it on Lucifer.

❥ He's not one for shopping 24/7, but when Lucifer is out he'll always keep an eye open for things he thinks you might like. Big, fluffy plush toys, maybe a nice pink sweater.

❥ At first he thought it was a bit odd that you carried around a tiny stuffed rabbit everywhere you went, but he grew fond on seeing you two together. It reassured him that you were never alone while he was away :D

❥ However please stop leaving your plushies behind in his room. They're covering his bed, MC, and they're all staring at him menacingly.

mammon

❥ Mammon calls you a big baby whenever he sees you carrying around a stuffed animal because he likes teasing you, however if anyone else does it he'll pummel their asses without hesitation. Only he gets to make pretend fun at his boyfriend, no one else >:/

❥ He's always so embarrassed whenever he goes out shopping and ends up looking at something he thinks you'd like and buys it. He ends up leaving it in his room for like a week before he finally gets the courage to give it to you, and even then he just kinda shoves it in your face and goes "here, take it, your birthday's coming up so consider this your present."

❥ "My birthday's not for another month-"

❥ "Shut up and take the damn stuffed chicken."

leviathan

❥ Levi shops online for clothes he thinks you'd like. A cute pastel sweatshirt with a character you like printed on the front, maybe even a few skirts to go with it if you enjoy wearing them.

❥ He sometimes gets jealous of the plushie you always carry around as well because "I wanna be held all the time by you too, MC," but he'd never outwardly admit that. It would cause him to explode if you ever found out.

❥ ... You eventually found out though and he was soon packing his bags.

❥ "This is so embarrassing. I'm gonna curl up on the forest floor and hope the moss reclaims me."

❥ Levi is notorious for stealing your sweaters, hoodies and sweatshirts. It doesn't matter if your bigger than him or smaller than him, he still takes them just to have a piece of you around with him at all times.

❥ Levi just really misses his boyfriend when he's not around :(

satan

❥ He's not one for fashion, but somehow he always finds you the cutest earrings and shoes to match your outfits. You don't know how. You suppose his gift will always remain a mystery.

❥ Half of his vocabulary now is just: "Hey MC, look at these cute accessories I found!"

❥ With your boyfriend's help you now have a gummy bear necklace, a striped rainbow sweater, a pair of cherry earrings, some bright yellow boots, and matching sunflower bracelets which you two wear every day.

❥ I like to think Satan is good at sewing and needlework in general, so whenever one of your plushies gets a hole in them he'll sew them right back up <3

asmodeus

❥ Oh my god this man-

❥ "MC look!" "MC what about this one?" "MC do you like fishnets? I got some adorable ones that will match your shirt!" "MC do you wanna go shopping?... I know it's the middle of the night but who cares?"

❥ Asmo steals your clothes. It doesn't matter if you're any bigger than him or not, he still takes your cutest hoodies and hides them from you when you ask where they are.

❥ He loves designing clothes specifically for you, but his favorite thing is finding you bags that match with your plushies. That way, when you put them inside and take them with you out on the road, their color schemes won't clash with each other :)

beelzebub

❥ This one isn't too outside of the box, but Beel buys you food themed stuffed animals. So far he's gotten you a giant hamburger plushie, (which he's tried to take a bite out of once or twice before), a chicken leg with a cutesy face on it, a slice of apple pie, and a god damn baguette pillow with a smiley face.

❥ You love them though, just as much as you love your boyfriend.

❥ He's not good at shopping, but he never fails to trot along beside you when you want to go. He's a sweetheart, and he most definitely will hold all his adorable boyfriend's bags filled with bright, pastel clothes.

belphegor

❥ I don't care what anyone says, Belphegor was once apart of the goth subculture and I will take that headcanon to my grave.

❥ Anyways following this headcanon, he finds it adorable how his boyfriend is the exact opposite of what his aesthetic used to be. Kind of like how Lucifer does, (but don't tell him I said that.)

❥ He still has coffin plushes littered around him and Beel's room so he gave you one, which you then turned into a bag just for him. You have a matching white one.

❥ Belphegor almost cried because "Oh my god my boyfriend is so fucking cute."

❥ Much like his twin, Belphie doesn't really buy you clothes. He just follows you around the mall and holds a few of your bags if you ask him to. However he does suggest accessories to match your outfits.

You double over once you land, arms wrapped around your stomach trying not to hurl all over Prince Diavolo's floor. The magic in the Devildom makes it hard to hide your less-than-normal appendages, but you somehow manage. Was it because of fear? Was it because the Prince of Hell had his own personal scary dog privileges with that damned Lucifer and Barbatos always by his side? Or was it because that orange-haired man was staring at you like you were just a hunk of meat waiting to be devoured, and if Diavolo found out you weren't totally human, would probably feed you to him?

Either way, you're scared shitless.

"Welcome, human!" The prince cheers happily. God, he's gotten way louder than when you were last here. It makes your head throb. You liked the prince, but the fact that you have sensitive hearing and the fact that he was so... energetic, to put it nicely, didn't make a good combination for you.

"Where am I?" you feign confusion. You dart your eyes around, yelping when that orange-haired man takes a step closer to you. "Don't touch me!" you point.

"He's only here to make sure you don't run," Lucifer heavily signs. "Stop panicking and he won't have to restrain you."

"How can I stop panicking?! You just kidnapped me!"

"They have a point," Barbatos smiles. "Though I wouldn't call it kidnapping."

"I'm a teenager," you deadpan, which wasn't a lie. You were a teenager, even in demon years.

The room falls silent.

"... Okay, perhaps it is kidnapping," Barbatos hums.

"You're damn right it is!" You cross your arms over your chest and groan. "But I won't tell the authorities if you just send me back up through that weird portal thing."

The Prince thinks for a moment, then simply laughs. "We'll sort it out ourselves. Until then, dear MC, welcome to the Devildom!"

"You smell like magic."

After that foolish meeting with Diavolo, Lucifer called in a man by the name Mammon to be your caretaker. He was less than happy to be assigned such a job, but now it seems he's interested in you, much to your dismay.

"What are you talking about?" You roll your eyes. "I'm human. How can I smell like magic?"

"Do you practice witchcraft?" he raises a brow at you.

"Listen bub," you jab a finger into his chest. "I'm tired of all your stupid questions. You don't like me, and I don't like you, so enough with the smalltalk. Let's just get me to my jail cell and quickly get through this year so I can go home."

With that, you take off walking toward the House of Lamentation. Strangely, you happened to know just the right road to take, Mammon noticed.

You also didn't answer his question.

Breakfast with you was awkward. Lucifer had the hardest time seeing you there at the end of the table, poking the Devildom cuisine with your fork. It reminded him of his younger brothers in a bittersweet sort of way. You looked bored more than anything, eyes tired, suppressing yet another yawn behind your hand. Were humans always as tired as you? Maybe you just don't sleep during the night? That would explain why he heard constant loud rustling coming from your room while he was trying to sleep.

"Do you want this?" he heard you whisper to Beelzebub, and when his younger brother happily took your plate, you briskly stood up.

"Thanks for the food," is all you say before hurrying out the door... without your backpack.

"Mammon."

Said demon jumps and bangs his knee against the bottom of the table. "What?" he hisses as he holds his hurt knee.

"MC forgot their bag."

"And why is that my problem?"

"Because you're in charge of taking care of them, remember?" Lucifer cocks a brow. "Or did you manage to forget that easily?"

"I'm not a babysitter," the Avatar of Greed huffs, but yet still stands to grab your bag. "The Great Mammon has many policies; one of the main ones is I don't handle kids."

"Just make sure a demon doesn't eat them on their way to school, okay?" Lucifer rolls his eyes. "You're capable of that much."

"And what if they do become demon food, what then? We'll have one less person to talk care of." Mammon slings your backpack over his shoulder and moves to jog after you. "They're a strange one, Lucifer. Didn't you smell the magic on them? They reek of it. I bet they're up to something."

"Whatever the case, you're still their guardian, so hurry up." Lucifer shoos his younger brother out of the kitchen. When Mammon reluctantly leaves, he turns to face 4 other curious demons.

"That's what that smell was!" Asmo smiles. "I remember it was all around MC's room last night. I thought someone just dropped a bottle of perfume."

"They're either a witch," Satan hums, chewing on his lower lip, "or they're hiding something. But what? What does a human have to hide on their immediate person that's too embarrassing for a demon to see?"

"If they even are a human."

Belphegor yawns behind his hand as he walks in. "By the way, there's holes all over the curtain in the bathroom. You think we've got moths?"

"Here."

You look over at Mammon, who's currently holding an umbrella up for you to take. He's been strangely nice to you recently. He brought you your backpack that you purposely left behind a few days ago, and now he's offering you his only covering for the sudden downpour that's currently happening outside.

You study the demon, then look curiously at the umbrella. "You didn't curse it, did you?"

Mammon rolls his eyes. "Just take the stupid thing."

"Answer my question first."

"No, I didn't! Just-" he grabs your hand and wraps it around the handle of the umbrella. "Take it," he finishes.

You stay silent, as does he as the two of you stand in the doorway of RAD watching the rain fall. With a hesitant step, you walk out into the rain, closing the umbrella as you go. "If you get wet, so do I." You look back at him and feel a hint of satisfaction at his shocked face. Your wings won't suffer from the onslaught of water if you just keep fluttering them, so getting rained on doesn't really matter much to you.

"Come on, dude," you begin to walk away. "Don't tell me you're still on that whole 'you smell like magic so I don't trust you' thing?"

"You're just weird. I thought you hated me?" Mammon quickly catches up with you thanks to his long legs.

"I thought you hated me," you retort.

"Touché."

The conversation dies there, and the two of you walk back to the House of Lamentation in a comfortable silence.

There's a bottle of something sitting on your dresser. Lucifer notices it as soon as he enters your room. The contents inside are a mixture of things, mostly herbs. There's a few rocks and crystals sitting by the jar, as well.

A human realm spell, he thinks, seeing the wax that seals the cork to the bottle. Humans are so entertaining.

He picks up a jar labeled Rain Water, inspecting it closely. It's surprisingly clear for rain water. This must've been why Lucifer saw you carrying in a bucket of water from outside last week after you got home with Mammon, sopping wet.

Posters hang all over your walls depicting all sorts of things. There's one with the phases of the moon on it, another with a blue-haired anime girl. Lucifer recognizes her from Leviathan's own poster. He was happy you were finally settling in, but honestly did you really need to hang up so much stuff? The walls look cluttered, and was that a stop sign hanging above your bed?

With a sigh, the demon sits down on your mattress. It's surprisingly comfortable. The sheets you brought down from your human realm bedroom were soft, as well. You never made your bed, so pillows were strewn about the mattress. Lucifer pretends to not become overwhelmed by the amount of magic in the air as he makes your bed for you.

Either you were a very strong human realm witch, or you weren't entirely human. Lucifer will give you the benefit of the doubt, at least for now. His brothers are beginning to grow fond of you, he knows, and with Beelzebub taking out the entire wall to your bedroom a few days ago, now doesn't seem like the best time to confront you with his suspicions.

He lies back on your bed and gazes up at those cheesy glow-in-the-dark stars you giddily put up yesterday. He's not worried of you finding him in here, you're currently out shopping with Beelzebub and Mammon, so with a yawn, the eldest demon brother gently closes his eyes and hums. He rolls over to take a quick nap, but then he feels something dig into his side.

"I had hoped I could've hid it from you longer."

7 sets of eyes are on you. You pretend to not care, but it was honestly getting a little embarrassing, especially with Lucifer holding up your spell bag in his fingers to show off to everyone in the room.

"Hide it from us?" Satan scoffs. "We're demons. You're a demon. You should know we can smell magic from miles away."

"I'm half demon," you snarkily correct him. "And it's not like I know much about being one. My mom left the Devildom when I was like, 7. I've been around humans practically my whole life."

"Yeah, yeah. MC lied to us, we're all very distraught." Asmo stands. "I must say though," he circles you, touching bits and pieces of your "new" appendages, "I've never seen a moth demon this pretty before. Your wings have such eccentric designs on them."

He pulls a bit on your wing and you yelp. "Watch it! They're fragile."

"So do you like, eat cloth like actual moths do?" Leviathan giggles as he plays with your antenna. You swat him away and huff at his stupid assumption, growing flustered.

"No! Well, I used to as a baby. But I grew out of that so stop laughing at me!"

"Do you ever overheat with that weird fur coat on your chest?" Mammon points.

"It's actually scales," you touch your chest a bit. "But sometimes."

"Are you fond of light like real moths are?"

You guess even Lucifer can't help but tease you. Your face grows hot as you frown at the smirking demon in front of you. His brothers have doubled over in laughter. Even Beelzebub cracks a smile.

"Shut up! I actually don't, so quit making fun of me!" Your wings flutter out of irritation. "Or I'll... I'll...!"

"You'll what?" Belphegor laughs. "Get so mad that you fly into a burning candle?"

That provokes more laughter from the 7 demon brothers. You cover your face and groan. "You're not funny!"

"Awe, we're just messing with you MC!" Asmo giggles. "I'll buy you a new lamp to make up for it."

"Shut up!" you whine and push the Lust Avatar away as he bursts into another fit of laughter. "You're not original! Get a new joke!"

"What do you want for dinner tonight, MC?" Satan smiles. "Maybe something fancy? An expensive shirt from Majolish, perhaps?"

"I'm leaving!" You turn and walk away from the family. "I'm walking out the door!"

"Don't let a lamp distract you! There's lots of them along the way."

❥ "Please, Lucifer?" you begged, hands clasped together. "I know you don't have to take it but it's mandatory for the human exchange students and Solomon's not here today so I'm all alone with no friends."

❥ "Make some," he deadpanned and began to walk away.

❥ "What if some scary demon eats me?! I'll be all sweaty and tired and they'd just be able to feast on my gross, yucky flesh!"

❥ "Can't you do magic?" he looked back at you. "Just blast them with a spell Satan taught you."

❥ "What if it doesn't work?" you wail. "Lucifer, please?!"

❥ "Fine! Alright, I'll do it. But you have to clean the dirty laundry that comes out of this for both of us."

❥ "Deal!"

❥ Halfway through though Lucifer ended up having to take you to the hospital because you somehow ended up breaking your ankle trying to kick a ball, which was fine by you. You got out of school early, and it didn't matter much to you how.

❥ "That's it, I'm taking you out of gym class."

mammon

❥ Mammon likes running, so the man already takes gym class even though he doesn't have to and definitely probably can't afford to due to his deteriorating grades. However despite genuinely enjoying gym, he only comes when he feels like it. Lucky for him, you were here today; no Solomon in sight.

❥ You swear you see him drool while watching you out the corner of your eye when he walks in during the beginning run around the stadium.

❥ After you're done, you walk up to the demon, gasping for air while sweat trickles down your neck. "Mammon!" you breathe. "I didn't expect to see you here today! Perfect timing."

❥ Mammon really should have left when you said that, but he was too giddy because "Hehe MC sounds so happy to see me."

❥ Cut to the two of you doing one of the hardest work-out routines the coach has ever assigned you. Even Mammon was left panting and hunched over afterwards. You felt disgusting as sweat dripped from your forehead to the floor. You were burning up. You felt like you could cook an egg on your arm if you wanted.

❥ "Mammon," you gasp, barely standing up from how sore your legs currently were. "I'm skipping the rest of school."

❥ "Thank Diavolo," he sighs. "I was just about to ask you if you wanted to."

❥ "I get first shower."

❥ "That's not fair!"

leviathan

❥ He's literally only here because Lucifer's punishing him. That's the only reason. He resembles that purple-haired boy from that anime he showed you the other day by the way he's always hiding in the corner while everyone else does jumping jacks or push-ups. He wishes this class would end already so he could go home. He keeps watching the clock, waiting for it to turn 3. Sometimes though he turns around to check if you're still there before going back to sulking.

❥ Don't stare, don't stare don't stare, don't stare.

❥ He repeats that over and over again inside his head like a mantra, trying not to make it increasingly obvious how whipped he is for you in your work-out attire. It's just a little skin, it's fine! Bodies are natural. Stop being so weird, Leviathan, it's not like you consider your love interest showing a bit of skin as some sort of trust-filled bond and oh my god he just called you his love interest please someone kill him.

❥ The bell finally rings and the 3rd born sighs. "Finally...."

❥ The universe had other plans for him, however.

❥ "Levi! I'm gonna hit up the pool so I won't be home until later, you wanna come?" You smile as you dried yourself off with a towel.

❥ Absolutely not. "Of course!"

❥ This is the worst mistake of my entire pathetic life. "It'll be fun!"

❥ I want to die. "I can't wait!"

satan

❥ Despite the rumors circling around school that Satan is the embodiment of those stereotypical nerds in human realm movies, Satan actually likes gym class. Does he attend it like a regular, mandatory class? No, not on his life. Will he attend it specifically for you though and show off how athletic he is? Yes, of course he will. How dare you assume he wouldn't.

❥ Cue him talking about some nerdy physics shit while the two of you are currently being bombarded by rubber balls in a game of dodge ball.

❥ "For the love of everything holy Satan please pick up a ball!" You frantically shriek as one of those terrifying spheres of death comes whirling at your head, nearly missing you and slamming against the concrete wall behind you.

❥ ... Are those cracks in the wall where it hit?

❥ "Don't rush me, MC! I'm trying to think of a surefire way to win this," he hums and catches a ball aimed for his head with one hand. "We're outnumbered by," he counts the demons currently in front of him. "6, and we're at even more of a disadvantage because you're a human."

❥ "Gee, thanks." You duck as another ball comes at you. Where are they getting these things? Are they just pulling them out of thin air? That wouldn't be the weirdest thing you've seen a demon do.

❥ Ignoring you, Satan hurls the ball in his hand in a very specific way. You watch as it thwacks the nearest demon in the head, then continues to hit the rest of the demon's teammates until only one remains. By then the poor sucker is too confused as to what just happened to dodge the ball you throw at them. It hits them straight in the face and they fall back.

❥ "Oops," you cringe as you hear their head hit the floor. "Was I too rough...?"

❥ "I wish you'd hit me like that."

❥ "Excuse me?"

❥ "Nothing-"

asmodeus

❥ Him? Go to gym class? Sweetheart, did you fall and hit your head this morning?

❥ "Do I look like I'd be up to running around with a bunch of random strangers and sweating all over the place for an hour?"

❥ "No, but-"

❥ "That should explain my answer."

❥ "But my gym class is just swimming." You smile awkwardly. "I guess I should've told you that. Swimming isn't technically gym class...."

❥ Asmo stops filing his nails and looks up at you. His expression is hard to read, but you instantly know he's going to be joining you when he says "What time are you going?"

❥ "I was uncomfortable working out around demons I didn't know," you explain to your swimming partner as you dip your foot into the pool. The water is warm. You slowly lower yourself inside and sigh. "So I talked it up with Prince Diavolo and he said that I could workout outside of school and still get credits for it."

❥ "You should've asked if you could just not do gym," Asmodeus giggled as he dove in after you. "That's what I would've done."

❥ "I'm also a good student, Asmo," you tease the 5th born.

❥ "I'm a good student, too!" he huffs.

❥ "Aren't you the one who skipped school yesterday to go to the mall with Levi?" You smile and begin to swim to the other side of the pool.

❥ "They were opening a new coffee shop, MC, and I wanted to get something cute to post on Devilgram!" Asmo whines as he watches you get farther and farther away from him. "MC! Come back!"

beelzebub

❥ Beel takes gym regularly, just not RAD's gym. It's not equipped enough to handle Beel, and he really doesn't want to accidentally break what little equipment they already have, so it takes a lot of convincing from you to have him actually attend.

❥ By "a lot" I mean literally just promising to buy him food.

❥ "Can we get ice cream afterwards?"

❥ "Sure!"

❥ "I'm in."

❥ Do you know that Belphegor card where the story is just Beel making Belphie work out, and by the end Belphie is just a wreck and ends up hiding from Beel with you? Yeah, that's exactly what happens with you this time around, minus his twin.

❥ "MC?" Beel looks around, trying to find you behind all of the work out equipment in the RAD gymnasium. You're gasping for breath, you're surprised the 6th born can't just hear you.

❥ You try crawling towards the door like you're the victim in some suspenseful horror movie, but Beel easily catches you by the back of your shirt and picks you up like a little kitten.

❥ "MC."

❥ "Beel."

❥ "We need to finish this."

❥ You whine as he sits you down. "But I don't wanna. I'm tired and I probably stink and I need a long, hot shower."

❥ "I think you smell just fine."

❥ You plop down on the ground and groan loudly while looking up at the ceiling. "Sleepy. Too tired to walk. I'm gonna die here and become food for the mice."

❥ "Devildom mice need a much bigger food source than you to survive, MC."

❥ "I'm sorry, what?"

belphegor

❥ "No."

❥ "But-"

❥ "MC I'll kill you again if you finish that sentence."

❥ You pout and nudge the sleeping demon with your finger. All you wanted him to do was go to one gym class with you while Solomon wasn't there. "Belphie," you whine, "please? You still owe me a favor for taking the blame for you and Satan's prank last month."

❥ "The one where you had to restack every book on the bookcase we knocked over?" He opens one of his eyes and chuckles, remembering Lucifer's furious expression.

❥ "Yes. I still think that was less of a prank and more attempted murder." You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at him.

❥ The Sloth Avatar just yawns and curls up again. "Whatever. Just don't go. Skip that class."

❥ "I would but I literally need to attend that class to graduate RAD," you frown. "Belphie come on!"

❥ "No. Sleepy. Come sleep with me."

❥ "You're always sle-"

❥ Belphegor quickly grabs your wrist and yanks you down beside him. He wraps his arms around you and entangled his legs with your own. His face finds your neck and he nuzzles into it before falling back asleep, entrapping you like a spider in its web. You'd struggle but you know Belphegor won't wake up anytime soon, so it was pointless.