hiding, hiding, hiding.
always fucking hiding. here you were, curled up as tiny as possible behind a statue, hearing 7 voices shout for you.
maybe if you thought of it like hide and seek, it would be fun.
this was far from fun.
you'd managed to slip away from those prying eyes, if only for a bit.
it was a moment of relief, but it wouldn't last long.
you cherished this alone time, but you knew it would be over soon.
maybe Lucifer would find you first. he was the oldest after all, and therefore the smartest and most diligent. it was only natural.
if he found you, you'd bear the marks for weeks.
for 'making him worry' or some bullshit. then he'd spout some other crap whilst leaving bright red marks in places you'd rather not remember.
or maybe Mammon would step up. sure, sometimes he was incompetent but even he had his moments.
if he found you, he'd float for days, all the while holding you tighter and tighter still. he was kinder than Lucifer, though, so maybe it would be better.
or, maybe not, you thought, recalling the 'payment' he demanded for finding you last time. your pride took such a beating that day...
moving swiftly on, your mind drifted, wondering if Leviathan would somehow seek you out.
he probably wouldn't make a big deal of it, quietly sneaking you back to his room, leaving his brothers to continue a pointless search.
there you'd just do what you normally did, which honestly wasn't that bad. play games and watch anime, though the jealous nature of the demon got annoying sometimes.
and bathtubs were a pain to sleep in. then again, they were even more of a pain to do... other sinful acts in. your legs were still bruised from that time.
perhaps it would be Satan. the guy loved detective work, it wouldn't surprise you in the least.
however, it would just end badly for you. if your pride hurt from being with Mammon, it wouldn't exist by the time Satan was done.
meowing until your voice gave out? you didn't need to think twice to reject the idea.
okay, how about Asmodeus? he was kinda harmless, if you squinted.
he'd certainly alert everyone the moment he found you by squealing, followed by dragging you off to take a bath.
crevasses are apparently dirty places, he'd say, whilst stripping you down and shoving you into a tub full of delightfully warm water.
hey, at least you'd be cozy whilst unwanted hands raked over your skin, rediscovering every inch of you all over again.
it was less than appealing, that's for sure.
maybe the twins would be a better fate?
beelzebub would certainly be alright. you might even feel bad if he asks you if they did something wrong, and offers you food to make up for it.
but then he'd scoop you up and take you to his brother, to have a lovely cuddle pile in the attic.
limbs and tails would entangle themselves around you, horns poking your skin and talons squeezing your body. yeah, a lovely cuddle pile sounded greeaat.
you closed your eyes and accepted your fate hearing one of them slink over to you, the grin almost tangible as he shoved the statue aside with ease.
it toppled over and smashed on the ground, and you felt a hand lift your face.
"found you, MC."
how long would it be till you were hiding again?
