Diavolo's private beach. A rare spot in the Devildom where you could feel the sun's rays and not have to worry about drawing attention for just existing with some of the Devildom's most well-known faces.
The water stretched out towards a seemingly endless horizon. Despite this perfect atmosphere, your group was split in two factions.
Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Barbatos, and Simeon were gathered under the shade. Palm fronds swayed in the breeze above.
This gang was enjoying their temporary freedom from responsibilities. Satan and Simeon were chatting about novels they'd read recently. Barbatos and Lucifer were discussing music. Asmodeus was talking Belphegor's ear off about a photoshoot the other day while the latter was blissfully asleep.
An air of mature sophistication surrounded this group. You would have been content to sip on a cool drink and let your stress fade away had the second group not caught your attention.
Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Solomon, and Luke. They were down the beach a little further. Visible, but you had to squint to get a good look.
The sand was warm on your feet when you walked over to observe their situation up close. Every one of them was crouched in a hole. It actually looked like an impact crater, with shallower edges around a deep center pit. They dug, some with their hands and some with magic.
"Whatcha doin'?" you asked, shielding your eyes to get a grasp of how deep the thing was.
When Diavolo stood up, his shoulder was level with your ankle. He placed two handfuls of sand at your feet and exclaimed, "We're digging a hole!"
You observed Luke hacking away at the middle of the hole with a tiny plastic shovel.
Beelzebub was doing a good job of loosening the packed, condensed sand that got thicker as the group dug ever deeper. He announced, "It was my idea. I heard crabs like to bury themselves, and then we'd have something really fresh for the barbecue."
"Nah. We might find treasure," Mammon explained. "Ya never know!"
Leviathan was the dirtiest you'd ever seen him. He had sand up his legs and in his hair. You were surprised he wasn't hunched over in the shade with a comic.
He was rather out of breath when he optimistically chimed in, "Yeah, we might find hidden maps or a clue to some lost civilization. Wouldn't that be cool?"
"I don't think we'll find much on royal property that hasn't already been documented," Solomon admitted. Thanks to him, loose sand wasn't being blown every which way. He magically swept the bottom of the pit clean and continued, "but you never know! There could be an ancient artifact or two forgotten by time, just waiting to be discovered."
"That's the spirit!"
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!"
Leviathan and Mammon rallied with renewed gusto. Luke shouted at them when they caused a wall of sand to collapse and swallow up the area he had just uncovered.
"You have my permission to join us in digging up the beach," Diavolo stated with a wide grin that practically begged you to get in the hole. You considered it.
