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Mammon:

♡ Mammon is quick to fall asleep when cuddling you, especially after a lazy day. It's usually comforting as Mammon runs hot like a personal furnace, but he had a tendency to snore, that's probably the only issue. Drools only a little bit, but still drools.

♡ Rambles quite a lot, his voice suddenly much softer and quiet for you since he doesn't want to scare you away. Mammon would talk about anything that happened throughout the day like his food being stolen again or Lucifer giving him more crap. Occasionally, he pauses to give your forehead or cheek a kiss.

♡ He will pull you out of any of his brother's rooms to keep you in his, getting whiny that you haven't been giving him enough attention. It's a lie and he knows it, you left his room just a few hours ago. It doesn't matter now, all he wants is to wrap your arms around you.

♡ Mammon likes to fall asleep listening to your heartbeat, it helps ground him and push away the thoughts he has about you possibly leaving him. Knowing you're alive and choosing him over the others makes him happier than he likes to admit, but he even boasts about you choosing him all the time.

Leviathan:

♡ You're surprised Leviathan doesn't immediately explode with how fast his heart's racing. To the point he's vibrating on the spot. He's honestly so unsure about you settling so close to him, he has so many anxious thoughts racing in his mind like if you didn't like how sweaty he was or if he's holding you too tight.

♡ Levi's got to be the little spoon, it soothes him immensely to have you hold him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. It got him really flustered the first time your voice dropped so close to him, but he soon gets used to it. He's not sure if he'll ever get used to the idea of being the big spoon anytime soon.

♡ He'd probably contemplate burning his body pillows now that he's got a real life person to cuddle with, but he definitely does if you ever showed jealousy or annoyance if he preferred to cuddle those instead of you.

♡ Late night cuddling while watching anime is a must, whether it's a comfort show you both like or a completely different one. Maybe it's a horror one and he tells you that you can cling to him if you get scared. Even though it'd be the other way around. You'd also have to tell Levi how late it is before he accidentally pulls an all-nighter. Which is common.

Satan:

♡ Satan can get really absorbed in his books so you might just have to sit in his lap and (carefully) toss the book somewhere else so he pays attention to you. His cheeks are lightly pink and he has to clear his throat, not wanting to choke on his own words when commenting on your boldness.

♡ His arms wrap around you and he lies his chin on your shoulder. There, Satan likes to listen to you talk about your day. It doesn't matter to him if you're complaining about something or just want someone to talk to, he's just incredibly glad to hear your voice and be the one to make you feel comfortable.

♡ If you're lucky enough, a cat might wander inside the messy library that is Satan's bedroom, attracted to the smell of catnip in there. No doubt it's the work of him, of course. Satan and you would spoon in either position while the cat curls up in front of you or him so both of you could pet it.

♡ Satan's much more cautious about cuddling you when he's angry, especially since crushing something or destroying something is an unconscious habit he has. But when it comes to you, he loses the temper instantly, wanting to curl up in your arms and apologizing if he made you upset.

Asmodeus:

♡ Asmo loves cuddles and knows how to ask for them politely. He's so smooth with it, that you don't even realize you're in his arms until you do a double take. He can't blame you for wanting to cuddle him either, he smells so sweet and his embrace is much warmer than any blanket you've huddled up in.

♡ He really likes to have you with your back to him while you're sitting in his lap. Asmo usually does this after giving you a massage or makeover. He does love looking at your face, but wants to wait for the makeup to set or the nails to dry before either of you risk messing it up.

♡ If you're tossing and turning late at night, he's willing to lull you to sleep with his voice. He has one of the more softer yet confident voices out of the brothers which makes it perfect for you to fall asleep to. He always makes sure his lips are close to your head, brushing against the shell of your ear every time he talks. At times, he'll even sing a lullaby.

♡ Asmodeus loves seeing you get flustered when you two cuddle around the others, he always tells you that it's just cuddling and don't mind their jealous stares. He does like making his brothers jealous, and he can't help but giggle when you feel like hiding your blushing face every time he whispers in your ear.

Beelzebub:

♡ Beel loves movie nights or binging anything with you which means that you both get fed and hold on to each other. He's such a good multitasker too, providing occasional commentary and still watching and remembering every detail, also snacking and stroking your arm at the same time.

♡ Sometimes Beel is a little too hot to cuddle on certain days, which can be upsetting. He tries his best to be satisfied with just holding hands or you resting your head on him, but he still prefers to have you close enough to hold onto. He makes up for it though during the winter.

♡ He always smells faintly like whatever he ate last and detergent, since he has to change and wash clothes often after working out. Beel would feel bad if you two cuddled and he hadn't had a chance to shower yet after a session at the gym, but who knows, maybe you don't mind at all.

♡ Beelzebub would find it cute if you tried to make him the little spoon, but lets you do whatever you want. He still wants to see your face, however. Having you lying on top of him and resting on his chest has to be his favourite position, no matter what. He can still hug and squeeze you and that's all that matters to him.

Belphegor:

♡ Belphie DEMANDS cuddles. He loves to sprawl out across your lap or stomach, which causes him to instantly pass out. You could be reading or doing homework and he straight up collapses on top of you because you took too long to get to bed.

♡ It helps lull him to sleep if he hasn't yet when you stroke his hair and rub his shoulders. He'd be pissed if you tried tickling him, though. Not when he's half-asleep and trying to sleep. There are times where he ends up drooling on you, so you might have to wake him up unless you want Lucifer to yell at him for drowning the couches again.

♡ If Belphegor is tired enough, he'd even settle to be the big spoon, but that's rare as he very much prefers to have you squeezing him hard enough that he can't breathe. He'll bury his face against your chest, crook of your neck, or anywhere where he can inhale your scent the strongest. It's comforting to him.

♡ Much like a cat, no matter where you are, he'll be there leaning against you and asleep somehow. He loves to have his arms around you as you walk and considers it cuddling. It takes him A LOT of convincing that cuddles when you can actually hug him back is much better.

Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently. "GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.

Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybe— if he was truly lucky— a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!

Mammon stood up a little taller.

"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenly—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"

—it started flying. The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.

The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.

The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.

MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, when—

*SMACK*

A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.

Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.

MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.

‎‎Lucifer🦚

While he isn't one to openly show his jealousy, especially in front of his brothers, he couldn't help the slight tightening of his knuckles against the armrest of his seat.

Pray tell, MC, was it necessary to be so... in contact with that other human?

He swears it's because he's only curious, and that he doesn't find the lack of distance necessary. Totally not because he's jealous, totes. No the armrest of the couch isn't tearing, what are you on about?

(Sure Lucifer, and Lilith's alive (⁠⌐⁠■⁠-⁠■⁠))

His pride obviously prevents him from freely expressing his jealousy, however, he'll be sure to call you to his office later on.

He's angry that you managed to stir these types of feelings inside him, take responsibility, MC (read: Coddle him tonight, pls, his pride's a fragile thing).

Somewhere deep inside though, he could feel his pride swelling at the though that his beloved human was chosen to be a representative of their former class. Like, duh, that's his human, of course they'll be more than fit for the role.

"While I'm glad that you seemed to enjoy yourself in your youth, I have to say that it's unnecessarily... Intimate, for a mere school event. That being said, I seem to recall an event that RAD will hold in the near future, do come to my office later when you're free, MC."

Mammon🐦‍⬛

Oh now who the fuck is this rando that's with HIS human?!

Mammon doesn't care about the fact that that's for a school event, nobody, NOBODY should act all chummy with his human.

(He better zip his mouth shut, or at least lower his voice because Lucifer is at his wit's end here.)

Mams was never good at hiding his jealousy, try as he might, but acting uncaring doesn't really suit him. Then again, he's the Avatar of Greed for a reason, y'know?

If Lucifer expressed the slightest disdain at the physical closeness, Mammon was having a full on meltdown. Why would you even let them touch you?! You should've called for him, he would've saved you!

(Man's acting as if you even knew of each others' existence at the time)

Immediately, he's clinging on to your arm, as if trying to erase the memory of the other person's touch.

And hey... He's a model, y'know? Surely the two of you can come up with much better photos, ones that he can sell for a pretty Grimm (penny) too!

"Oi! Why was that human so close to you, huh?! Grr, that photo looks trashy anyways, 't would be much better is you shot one with The Great Mammon instead! Wah?! No, I ain't callin' you ugly! Far from it! O-Oi, I ain't calling you a pretty face either!"

Leviathan🐍

He wasn't really paying too much attention at first, only doing so when the topic of conversation shifted to you and your past.

That was when he saw the photo.

Eugh, why is his Player 2 so close to a normie?

It's times like this that makes it obvious why Levi is the Avatar of Envy, he is both annoyed that someone is so close to his Player 2, but his self-deprication also gets increased tenfold.

Of course you'd look so good next to that other person, seeing as how they're much more confident and extroverted than he, a yucky, introverted, and anxious mess of an otaku, is :(.

He doesn't really do anything but scoff and let out a muttered comment of "Normies..." under his breath, the time you'll catch him withering away in his jealousy is when you head on over to his room (either later on or the next day).

When you do visit, what you would see is Levi in his demon form, tail swishing from side to side in irritation as he unleashed attack after attack on the boss of the game he was currently playing.

He would be way too distracted to notice you at first, so might (read: will absolutely) accidentally jumpscare him.

"Gah! I didn't realize you were there, MC! Huh? I'm f-fine... No the picture didn't bother me much, actually, not at all! I know you wouldn't bother with a yucky otaku like me anyways— E-Eh? It didn't mean anything? Really?"

Satan🦄

Satan won't say much, however, if you listened closely enough, you could hear the leather cover of the book he was reading creak from how tightly he was holding it.

While Satan is the best at regulating his emotions due to his everyday experience with his sin, it doesn't mean that he can suppress everything.

For real though, if looks could kill, your phone would've been reduced to smithereens. No, he's not chanting a spell to track down the other person you were with, what are you talking about?

I mean, if you were gonna be paired up with that other person, the least others could've done was to ensure that you and your partner had actual chemistry. It's like seeing the cover of a cliché romance book.

And yes, he knows that it was merely your responsibility as the chosen representative, but that doesn't make the sting of envy and wrath any lighter.

After a few minutes, he forced his gaze back down to his book, eyes reading the words without actually understanding them.

He pretends to be all composed and nonchalant in front of his brothers, however, he couldn't effectively hide the snarkiness in his voice.

"It's pitiful how they attempted to capture the chemistry between you and your... Partner. It's unbalanced, and the camera is visibly drawn to only you. No it's not a bad thing, it's quite literally the only thing that saved this photo."

Asmodeus🦂

He didn't even notice the other person at first tbh. Who can blame him? His MC is shining in that photo!

But when he did take notice of your fellow human, you swear you heard him let out a judgemental "hmm" that was enough to break the confidence of the most arrogant of humans, angels and demons alike.

Much like Mammon, Asmo immediately cling onto your side (though he might as well be sitting in your lap due to how much of your personal space he invaded), pouting in an exaggerated manner as he complained about the intensity of the lighting used.

Oh but your dear Asmo wouldn't allow such amateur mistakes to happen if you had a photoshoot with him!

So let's just forget about that person, yes? You have the literal Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus, former Jewel of the Heavens clinging onto your arm, willing to let you in on his skincare secrets and care for him in his hardest days, he's pretty sure you and him would look 100x better if you agreed to have a photoshoot of your own.

And he can make it waaaaay more... Intimate, y'know? Really showcase the closeness you have with each other ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠).

"My dear, MC, it's such a shame they couldn't fully capture your beauty! They made a mistake of partnering you up with a person that washes you out, you know? But I'm here to save that! Do come to my room later, yes? We could have our very own private photoshoot~"

Beelzebub🪰

Beel was initially paying attention to you and your stories, even commenting on some of them, though he mostly watched and smiled at your expressions.

But then he got preoccupied with the human word cheeseburger that he was eating, until his twin telepathy thing with Belphie alerted him to his twin brother's jealousy.

When he followed Belphie's gaze to your phone was when he saw the photo.

He let out that "hm" sound he unconsciously does when he's bothered by something, usually his hunger, but now it was because of that slight, unpleasant tug at his heart.

Though Beel, being the wholesome creature that he is, asked about what you were feeling first. Were you comfortable? Nobody forced you to do that, yes?

Once assured, that's when he pouts and sets his food down, leaning closer to your space.

He's glad you weren't unhappy, but part of him is also sad that somebody else, other than his family, is so close to you. He hates feeling jealous, especially since he trusts you so much, but he can't help it when you looked so relaxed with that other person, seemingly comfortable being in such close proximity with them.

"Who's that person with you, MC? Were you comfortable there? Well, I'm happy you are, but it makes me feel this ugly feeling inside seeing how close you are together. Can we eat together later so this feeling will stop, MC? You can come to me and Belphie's room."

Belphegor🐄

"Why in Diavolo's name is it suddenly so noisy?" Was Belphie's first thought when he peeked his left eye open, only to be blinded by your phone screen that displayed the unpleasant photo.

Hey, why is that disgusting human so close to you, eh? You know Belphie doesn't like to share ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ (brat).

He was napping with his head on your lap, and though he looked like he could literally be anywhere else, he chose not to in favor of listening to your voice, letting that lull him to a peaceful slumber. Or what was supposed to be a peaceful slumber until Mammon woke him up by screaming so loud.

It's obvious that Belphie's upset, it's clear from the scowl (one that looked more like a pout than anything) on his face and the furrow on his brow.

Stupid humans, getting way too comfortable with his nap buddy.

Great, now he, Avatar of Sloth by the way, can't sleep because of how irritated he is.

(Don't make the mistake of mentioning the name of your partner, Belphie won't hesitate to give them nightmares for a whole ass century if he finds out).

MC, make it up to him by cuddling with him later, go to he and Beel's room as his twin suggested. It's only right after the emotional turmoil you put him through.

"Mammon, quit shouting will you? What are you even yelling for— Oh... Oh, so that's how it is. You're gonna let a random human get close to you? Photoshoot my ass... Make it up to me with cuddles for a week, m'kay? And yeah, whatever Beel said, go to our room later

(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Belphegor glanced around the empty room before making his way to the kitchen. Maybe Beel was grabbing a snack.

The kitchen was empty.

He checked the library next. Satan was almost always there.

No sign of him either.

Now fully awake, Belphegor wandered through the halls of the House of Lamentation, peeking into room after room.

Nobody.

As he rounded the corner near the spare bedroom, a burst of laughter drifted down the hallway.

Voices.

Lots of them.

Belphegor paused.

Oh.

Right.

Your room.

As he approached, he found Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, quietly observing the scene inside.

Lucifer glanced over and noticed him.

“There you are, Belphegor,” he said. “You were asleep. We didn’t want to wake you. Everyone’s here.”

Belphegor looked past him.

The small spare bedroom was completely packed.

You and Levi sat on your bed, controllers clutched in your hands as a racing game played on the television. Your eyes never left the screen.

Levi looked moments away from a breakdown.

“No way! How are you this good?” he shouted. “You’re a normie! This isn’t fair!”

You laughed as your character sped past him once again.

To your left, Mammon and Asmodeus had appointed themselves your personal cheer squad.

“That’s it! Take the shortcut!” Mammon shouted.

“No, use the drift button!” Asmo corrected.

Mammon promptly began waving his hand in front of Levi’s face.

“Quit cheating!” Levi screeched.

“I’m not cheatin’! You’re just bad!”

The room erupted into laughter.

Belphegor found himself smiling before he even realized it.

Across the bed, Beel sat comfortably on the floor between your legs with a pile of snacks beside him. Every so often, he’d silently offer you something to eat while keeping one eye on the race.

At your desk, Satan sat with a book open in his lap. Despite appearing absorbed in his reading, he glanced up every few pages whenever the room got particularly loud.

Everyone was here.

Together.

Somehow, your tiny room had become warmer than any other place in the house.

Without realizing it, you had become the center of their strange little family.

Belphegor watched for a moment longer before your eyes finally met his.

Your face immediately brightened.

“Belphie!”

You patted the empty spot beside you on the bed.

“There you are. Come sit with us.”

The smile that spread across Belphegor’s face was small, but genuine.

Lucifer

He would be very confused about the sensation he feels from y/n once they're pregnant. He would get stressed about it so much that he might take days off only to figure it out. And won't let y/n out of sight, even going to the toilet with her and standing outside the door. Always holding hands, always by him. Would lock door to his room during the night and hold her tight in bed. He would feel that it's something important that's happening, but wouldn't be able to tell why, which would be scary to him.

Once he figures it out, or y/n does a pregnancy test he would finally calm down a bit, but there would be lots of cuddles in his room afterwards, especially with her belly, even while it's still flat. Lucifer would get so excited he'd immediately start browsing about pregnancy, buy everything that would be necessary for the pregnancy and would count down days, worrying about it more and more as it would go closer to the delivery.

A big "NO" to going out without him even if one of his brothers are accompanying. He would rather drop everything and go where she wants than let her go without him.

Touching her belly every day every few hours to check how is the baby doing and praising her for doing good even if she didn't do anything at all. If something is off, then y/n would immediately end up carried by him to the bed and taken care of.

Lots of kisses from Lucifer. Even more than before y/n got pregnant.

Daily massage and bellyrubs.

Y/n would always be dressed warm enough but not too much to not sweat.

Lucifer would be preparing the most relaxing baths for y/n, would sit in the bathroom till she gets enough of the bath, would wash her by himself and carry back to their shared room.

Mammon

Poor y/n would get a panicked yelling from Mammon once he feels something is off with her. He would ask her a million of questions about what was she doing, what is she feeling and what could be happening. He would get strict with her to the point that she might want to yell back at him. He would absolutely not leave her alone, even if she'd make him mad. He would be following like a shadow wherever she goes. He could also get self-conscious and ask if she was spending time with other demons lately, but that's just his worry playing tricks on him.

Once Mammon figures it out he would literally bawl his eyes out, jumping, hugging everyone, especially y/n of course, run to the shops to get everything y/n might need for pregnancy and even get some baby toys in advance. He would immediately search for the online job to provide her everything she could ever need and might even end up overworking a few times. He would start cooing to her belly since the very start.

Just like Lucifer, Mammon wouldn't let y/n go anywhere without him. He would list lots of things that might happen from "you could get a callus" to "the meteor might fall onto you" to prove that he absolute needs to accompany her.

He would love to stroke her belly up and down in the gentlest touch possible and keep it warm all the time. He would come and put his hand on it and if he thinks it's too cool, he would bring a heating pad or put her in bed and tuck her in, commanding her to stay and get warm. Would also bring her warm drinks only. If she'd ask for cold drinks he would make sure there's no ice and it's not too cold for her.

Would be coming up with names for the baby from the first day but wouldn't be able to pick one to the very end.

Mammon would try and cook for her. He might mess up some dishes because of the anxiety, but who knows, maybe that's actually what she would like right now.

Mammon would 100% do watermelon challenge to at least have an understanding how hard it is for y/n to live with a belly in front of her. After the challenge would be even more attentive.

Leviathan

Would lock y/n with his tail before he figures out what's going on with her. He could sit and play games on autopilot with her sitting between his legs, his chin on her shoulder or her head, but he wouldn't actually think about the game at the moment. He would sit and try to focus on the feeling, only letting her go for two minutes and no more. If she won't return by the timer he would pause the game and rush to search for her.

Levi would 100% turn into a tomato, go hysterical and black out once he'd learn that y/n is pregnant. He'd ask Karasu AI assistant a million of questions about pregnancy and order tons of necessary and unnecessary things online. Would end up broke by the end of the day and could even consider selling some of his game accounts, items or merch to absolutely be able to buy everything she needs. Or could work as a booster for others and level up other people's accounts for money.

Would get a legit bed instead of a bathtub so y/n is comfortable. While sleeping with her, Levi would curl his tail around her waist or around her belly, keeping it warm and comfortable. Would always ask her if she's hungry, cold, sleepy or feels unwell. Would try to be strict, but wouldn't be able to act like this for too long so he'd end up being the softest he could ever be.

Could accidentally let her go somewhere alone if he's too focused on something but after a while would be BOLTING to find her, then apologize a million times almost in tears.

Levi would love to lay his head on her belly and get his head gently scratched. It would calm him down as he would know that his partner and his future baby are feeling good.

Always standing a step in front of her whenever talking to anyone, even his brothers and would wrap his arm and tail around her if he would feel anyone approaching from behind. Possessive 🫢

Would absolutely draw something silly, cute or anime themed on her belly once in a while to make her laugh.

Satan

Satan would likely be suspecting that what he feels is y/n's pregnancy, but wouldn't point it out not to scare her, because he'd be uncertain about it. But it wouldn't stop him from acting protective. He would stop her whenever she's about to go somewhere to check her temperature, blood pressure, her clothes and shoes. Letting her go alone would be scary for him, but he would try and let her have freedom with him calling her every half an hour to ask if everything is okay.

Once he'd learn about the pregnancy, he'd be lifting y/n while hugging and spinning her a bit, jumping and rub their cheeks and noses together, giving lots of kisses to her face. He would immediately research about previous hybrid pregnancies to be prepared for anything that might come. And he would 100% buy some cute cat themed clothes for the future baby, crying from his own imagination of the future kid wearing it.

Satan would buy tons of books about pregnancy and women's health and literally become her doctor. He might even consider offering her to give birth at home in the bathtub and be the one who would be helping to deliver the baby.

One sigh, cough, sneeze or other little noise and Satan would be right there asking if something happened to y/n, checking the baby's wellbeing, checking her temperature, eyes and pulse. Would always put his forehead onto hers to check her temperature.

If y/n has long hair Satan would braid it in the most comfortable way possible so she could move her head freely, sit and lay comfortably with it and forget that she even has long hair.

Satan would always support her about her looks and explain whatever happens to her in scientific language. He would give more love to the spots she's insecure about, touching them in a loving way, kissing them and telling everything about why he loves those spots.

Would call her "kitty mama" affectionately.

Would coo to her belly once it's round and read fairytales to it in a calming voice that would more likely make y/n fall asleep instead.

Carrying y/n around for absolutely no reason.

Asmodeus

He knows what's going on inside y/n and tells her instantly. Maybe he would cutely apologize for causing it.

Once they confirm that y/n is indeed pregnant he'd prepare everything that would make her comfortable during pregnancy and buy a bunch of skincare products for pregnancy. Cravings, massage, care and love - he's ready to give it all to her. And of course he would anticipate the gender reveal to get cute clothes for his kid.

Asmo would research the internet about it and ask his fans about anything that would bother him about y/n during pregnancy. Any little symptom would get searched and asked about. And just like Satan Asmo would try to convince y/n to give birth at home. He would search for the best doctor to help y/n with that.

He'd LOVE to search for the perfumes that would smell good and not cause y/n nausea for both of them.

Belly massage by the most gentle hands and soft talking to the little one inside of it. Asmo would enjoy this time as much as he could and try to make it enjoyable for y/n as well.

He would style y/n's hair and clothes in a sweet way so she looks radiant and comfy. He could develop a new hobby and design clothes that are comfortable and sweet for pregnant people thanks to y/n.

Would definitely paint something on y/n's belly sometime.

Always by her side. Even if he looks friendly and lets y/n choose who would she trust to step closer, he'd still be watching her closely and punch anyone who oversteps it.

Would help her to do exercises for pregnant and make sure she's feeling okay after every session, reminding her to drink plenty of water.

Even more kisses from Asmopapa than before.

He would talk to y/n's belly sweetly, telling the baby how much he loves them already and give them smooches.

Beelzebub

He wouldn't understand what's happening once he feels different things from y/n, but he would feel uncharacteristically overprotective and could get possessive up to the point of holding y/n close to himself in public.

Once he learns about the pregnancy he would get extremely happy, squeezing y/n in his hug tightly, then getting worried that he squeezed her too much and getting panicked over it right before he would decide to raid the grocery stores and get EVERYTHING in case y/n craves it.

Would cook A LOT of food to make sure y/n is never hungry but would forget about his own hunger in the process so Beelzedaddy needs some reminders about his empty stomach.

Would try his best to stay beside y/n all the time and if she goes somewhere without him, he would get either strict or sulky, depending on situation. He's so worried that y/n could faint or get too hungry. After all it's his child growing inside her.

He would be loving y/n even more once her belly grows prominent. Beel would stroke it everytime he can, loving the fact that y/n bears a new life inside her and that this new life is his child as well. He would feel everytime it gets bigger and notice it to her. And he would definitely love to approach from behind and hug her, placing his hands onto her belly, lifting it up gently to get some weight off her.

Would only allow her to do exercises for pregnant people under his instructions and nothing more. He's too worried to make her hurt herself.

If she'd have weird cravings he would try to fulfill them and then try them out himself because he's up to something new to eat. He would even make a small recipe book.

He would always stay close to her in bed. Even if it's hot in the room he would still try and stick close.

He would carry y/n around whenever she's having any pains or whenever he wants it. He just loves to carry her around.

He would prefer to listen to her belly than to talk to it. Sometimes he would even fall asleep while laying his head on it.

Belphegor

Belphegor wouldn't be able to sleep normally whenever he would feel that something is up with y/n. He would be more irritated than usual and would get strict with y/n, grumbling anytime she goes anywhere he doesn't want her to go. He wouldn't even let his brothers touch her.

Once he learns about the pregnancy he would appear lost in thoughts most of the time. He would be thinking about many things from simple, such as getting a pillow for pregnancy and comfortable clothes, to the complex ones about if he should work harder for her or stay near her instead.

If one of his brothers oversteps her boundaries about physical contact, he would dig a grave for them in a second and get her back to their blanket nest at home.

Ah yes, blanket nest... He would build a nest for her to stay at whenever she needs to feel comfortable and warm at their shared house. Blankets, pillows, even bathrobes would go into the building. He would also build a curtain above it so it's all snuggly inside for y/n. And he would of course crawl in to cuddle her every night.

While cuddling y/n, Belphie would always make sure she's warm and covered in blankets, especially her belly. He might accidentally overdo it and make her sweat sometimes and would have to take care of it before she cools down and catches a cold.

He wouldn't go anywhere without her and let her go anywhere without him. He's too possessive to let anyone close, especially during this delicate time. If you'd see him glaring at you, step back because he's about to strike you down.

He's the gentliest in care. Even if y/n would have a meltdown he would talk to her softly, give her hugs, kisses and solve whatever happened for her. He would never see it as a problem, rather a little inconvenience she is facing and he needs to solve. That would only boost his self-esteem as a man and as a husband.

Would gently massage her legs and belly sometimes even if nothing hurts and sing lullabies for her and the baby inside. Soft talking and kisses are his favorite things to do to her pregnant belly.

Diavolo

He knows what it is immediately, but he's too caring to immediately announce it to y/n. He knows she could get nervous about it, so he would ask Barbatos for an advice about how to approach it better. But before he does he would make sure she doesn't wear anything that would press on her abdomen. No tight clothes anymore. Y/n could notice that he's a bit nervous. Diavolo can't hide his worry for too long after all.

He would find a way to tell her about the fact that she's pregnant gently and carefully and would reassure her about anything that might worry her all while keeping his nervous voice soft and caring. He would also vow to love and cherish their child no matter what, promising to not repeat his father's behavior.

He would sneak out from work while Barbatos isn't looking to spend time with y/n because Dia-papa worries a lot. He would as her a million of questions: if she ate, if it was enough, if the clothes are good, if she's thirsty, if she feels lonely, if she craves anything, if anything hurts. Even if y/n would actually feel okay, he would worry about her every second, because it's his woman and his child, who's he's responsible for. Plus he's scared that she could lose her life while delivering like his own mother did. He would do anything to prevent that even if it means neglecting his work.

The best bedroom is hers even if it's his bedroom. He would let her choose if she wants to share the bed or if she wants to stay alone in her room, but whatever she would choose, he'd move to the next room to rush to her if something happens. But of course he would ask her if he could stay with her.

In public he would not let her go anywhere far from him or Barbatos. If he's busy, he would ask Barbatos to stay with her. If he can stay with her, he would. No getting from his sight.

Diavolo is going to order clothes that would fit her perfectly instead of buying clothes. Even underwear would be specifically made for her to let her feel comfortable during the pregnancy.

If y/n would ever have a meltdown, Diavolo would be cooing at her, holding her in his arms and slowly rocking her from side to side like a baby while talking to her softly and trying to resolve the issue. Forehead, nose and cheek kisses are required during those times.

Diavolo would find the best doctor for her and if he ever sees or feels that they'll doing something against her health, the person would be dealth with immediately. He knows many demons try and push him off his throne so he would be careful around those who are working with his unborn heir.

Diavolo would call y/n beautiful everyday, knowing how much it takes for a woman to create a life. He would treat her like a goddess and everytime her body changes he would shower her in love even more.

Barbatos

He would know about it immediately as well as Diavolo. He'd be hesitant about looking through the possibilities of either of the outcomes. He wouldn't be able to chose if he should tell y/n or to let her figure it out on her own.

Once y/n knows about it he would ask Diavolo for less working hours to spend more time with y/n. He would go to get her everything she needs for the pregnancy and spend some time in his room to see and prevent anything that might happen to the child, leading the timeline to the perfect route from the very start.

Barbatos would make tea mixes for everything that might happen to y/n during the pregnancy from the mild symptoms to the most irritating ones. Yes, he chooses the best route of the timeline, but sometimes the best doesn't mean the easiest...

Gentle kisses and massages plus himself as her doctor. He would learn everything about pregnancy, kids and everything related to that from both Devildom and human realm to make sure everything is going smoothly.

He would adore the pouty face she would make whenever she craves something to eat and would love it even more to fulfill her requests even if they're weird. He would definitely call her naughty for that, lovingly, of course.

Sometimes when exhaustion is taking over he would lay his ear down onto her belly and fall asleep while listening to the sounds of their child.

He would let her talk to others and interact with them, but his eyes would always stay on her. If something happens, he would immediately appear right beside her and solve it. Violently sometimes.

Barb would stare at her for several seconds when she would walk by or sit somewhere beside him. He'd just love to realize that his long life lead him to such a big happiness so he would enjoy it to the fullest.

Even during her pregnancy he would sometimes try and get her laid. Though would probably get laid himself instead. Not that he's against it. It's still his woman after all.

Barbatos would love to lock her in his arms using his tail. Sometimes he would tickle her belly with his tail as well for the sake of giggles.

I know demons are virtually the same as humans canonically, but I’ve always wanted to explore the brothers’ reactions to human things MC does, whether it’s a sneeze or a bruise or getting sick… And, well, here we are.

This won’t be canon compliant. This is set to take place sometime after Episode 15 and all seven brothers are included. The reader’s race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used**. There’s one bit where they’re stated to wear glasses & another where they had braces and currently wear retainers. But I feel like that’s a pretty easy thing to imagine, so… yeah!

**The reader is referred to with it/its pronouns once in Belphegor's snippet—skip reading it if it bothers you. i use these pronouns so i wrote that mostly for me 🤘

“Darling, what is that ghastly thing?” Asmodeus asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“What thing?” you frown. The two of you are sitting in his bedroom, sprawled across his bed as you talk about stupid things. Asmodeus had been ranting about something when his eyes locked on something near you with startling focus. 

“This!” he says, pointing at your forearm. 

You follow his gaze, finding a spot of slightly discolored skin halfway down your arm. “Oh,” you say, “It’s just a bruise.” 

“A bruise?” Asmodeus repeats, his nose scrunched in confusion. 

“You know, a bruise,” you repeat. There’s nothing close to comprehension on his face. “...A contusion or whatever?” …Still nothing.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” the demon frowns. “And wow, is it unsightly.” Asmodeus remarks, disgust passing over his face before intrigue takes over it. He leans over you, before proceeding to poke at your skin curiously.  

“Ow, Asmo—” you hiss, batting his hand away. You don’t put much strength behind the gesture, but Asmodeus goes along with it anyway and removes his hand.  

“It hurts?” he then blinks owlishly. 

“Yes,” you say, letting your arm fall back to your side.  

Asmodeus shakes his head in disbelief. “Humans are so weird.” 

It’s late at night and you need to refill your glass of water. You’re tiredly walking out to the kitchen when a sudden noise breaks through the silence. 

“Hey.”

You inhale sharply, fear coursing through you until you recognize the familiar voice. “Holy shit, Beel,” you murmur, placing your hand on your chest momentarily and squinting through the darkness. You can only see the general outline of his form. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” Beelzebub says. You think he must be frowning now. Again, it’s difficult to tell. “I thought you saw me.”

“Um…” you squint again. “No.” 

“Oops,” he says. You hear a light shuffling sound. “Can you see me now?” he asks. 

You blink again. “Sort of.”

Suddenly he’s standing right in front of you. You can’t suppress a flinch this time, instinctually leaning backwards. 

“Beel, stop that—!” you exclaim, nearly stumbling over yourself. 

He sets you straight with a hand on your shoulder, a frown rising on his face. “You can’t see in the dark, then?” Beelzebub hums.

“No,” you sigh. It’s as if he didn’t believe you—like he had to test it for himself to make sure. 

“Hmph,” Beelzebub frowns again. Or, at least, it sounds like he’s frowning. “That’s inconvenient.”

“I guess,” you concede. 

“What’s wrong with your skin?” Belphegor asks you one morning, when the two of you are relaxing in his room. 

“Hm?” you blink, momentarily distracted from looking down at your D.D.D.

“Your skin,” he restates. “Look,” he demands, pointing down at your forearm. You follow the demon’s gaze, only to find goosebumps scattered across your skin. 

“Oh, those are just goosebumps,” you answer casually. 

“Goose… bumps,” Belphegor repeats, his nose scrunched in evident revulsion. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m not sure why they’re called that, but they show up on your skin if you get too cold.”

“Well, stop being cold,” Belphegor orders, as if you’re inconveniencing him. He probably thinks you are, although it’s entirely out of your control. You hardly have a chance to react before you’re promptly pelted in the face with a sweatshirt. “Here.” 

“Oof,” you say, peeling it off the crown of your head and putting it on. “Thanks, Belphie.”

“Shut up,” he murmurs. There’s a hint of pink rising on the back of his neck, as if he’s embarrassed. “Stupid human. Can’t even keep itself warm.” He huffs. You valiantly ignore the remark. 

“Why are there teeth in the bathroom?” Levi asks as he enters the room. And wow, what a way to make an entrance. Satan and you look over at Levi from where you’d been reading. 

“What?” Satan blinks questioningly, clearly just as confused as you are.

“Teeth,” Levi repeats himself, “in the bathroom.” 

How he expects the same exact remark to make more sense, you have no idea. It takes you a few moments to connect the dots, but you do eventually. “Oh!” you exclaim. “Those are just my retainers.”

“Your retainers,” Satan repeats. There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “And what do they retain, exactly?” he asks sardonically. You scoff. 

“My teeth,” you respond. “Obviously,” you add, if only to combat his sarcasm. 

“So… what do you do with them?” Levi asks curiously, tilting his head as he looks at you. 

“I wear them every night when I sleep,” you explain. “They’re supposed to prevent my teeth from shifting.”

“Your teeth shift?” Satan exclaims incredulously. “You mean they can move?” 

“Um— yes,” you respond. “Human teeth always move, even after a person has braces.”

“What are braces?” Levi demands. 

“They’re metal brackets that an orthodontist puts on your teeth when they’re crooked. They guide the teeth into a more neat shape.” 

“I’m convinced you just made that up,” Satan says helpfully. 

You roll your eyes. “I had braces. But since my teeth can still move, I have to wear the retainers.”

“For how long?” Levi blinks. 

“The rest of my life.”

Satan whistles. “That sucks.”

You shrug amicably. 

“And I thought normies were weird,” Levi huffs. “But humans are even weirder.”

“Hey, wait: how’d you even see my retainers in the first place?” you realize aloud. “I always keep them in a case… in a drawer.” You wouldn’t just leave them on the counter—that would be pretty unsanitary. 

As if caught in a lie, Levi freezes and quickly bolts away. “Gotta go shower, bye—!” he says, slamming the bathroom door shut with more force than necessary. 

You stare after him in disbelief, an incredulous laugh bubbling up from your throat. 

“He was just curious,” Satan explains with a shrug. “Not that I blame him. Do your teeth truly keep growing?”

“Not growing, necessarily,” you contemplate. “Babies are born with baby teeth. Then, as you get older, you lose your baby teeth as your adult teeth grow in.”

“That’s similar to demons,” Satan confirms. 

“Our teeth eventually stop growing, but they can shift and move still,” you clarify. 

Satan shakes his head in annoyed disbelief. “Humans are truly an anomaly.”

You’re sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. “Ow,” you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain. 

“Are you alright?” Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.

“Oh, yeah,” you wave his concern off. “Just got a paper cut.” You squint down at your finger and grit your teeth in annoyance. You’re so concentrated that you don’t know Lucifer’s pensive silence or furrowed brows. 

“A….. paper cut,” he restates, a mix of bemusement and concern in his voice. 

“You don’t get those?” you ask. 

“You got hurt by a piece of paper,” Lucifer says incredulously. Suddenly he’s getting to his feet and striding over to you, taking your hand in his and investigating your fingertip. “Hm. You weren’t joking. How strange.”

He continues to study your skin with a frightening intensity. Your hand is almost shaking in his grip, as you attempt to fight off your restlessness at his proximity. Eventually Lucifer sighs and lets his grip fall away. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you admit. “Paper cuts are just a minor inconvenience… But for whatever reason, they can really hurt sometimes. Feels like your skin is splitting apart.” They really shouldn’t hurt, but they do. One time, you had one that spanned your entire fingertip. This one doesn’t look nearly as bad, fortunately. But it still burns. 

“You’re rather breakable,” the Avatar of Pride notes. 

“It’s just a paper cut,” you feel the need to say defensively.

“Of course,” Lucifer responds, an indulgent and amused smile on his face. There’s a knowing smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, abandoning the argument. 

Solomon and you often get stuck accompanying one another to the human realm whenever you need anything. The demon realm is great, but it doesn’t have everything humans need. Besides, sometimes it’s nice to breathe in some fresh air or be among other humans. 

Today’s visit has a purpose, though. After a rather unfortunate incident involving Mammon, you, and a chandelier, you find yourself with broken glasses. (Thanks, Mammon.) It’s been roughly a year since you’ve had an eye exam, so it’s about time for another appointment anyways. Unfortunately, the Devildom doesn’t have eye doctors (and you still remember the perplexed look on Levi’s face when you casually asked him one day). That’s how you find yourself in your ophthalmologist’s office in the human realm. Solomon dropped you off with the promise that he’d return the moment you texted, leaving you to slowly waste away in the waiting room. 

Fortunately, your name is finally called and you’re able to undergo all of the various examinations. You emerge an hour later with dilated pupils, an updated prescription, and reassurance from the doctor that nothing is amiss. You manage to text Solomon—through slightly blurred vision—and he arrives within five minutes. 

You can only hope to slip into the manor unnoticed. But from the very moment you slip through the front doors, Mammon is bounding up to you like an overexcited puppy. He seems moments away from looping an arm around you and dragging you off into some misguided adventure when he locks eyes with you and freezes. 

“Whoa, what the hell—?” Mammon exclaims, staring at you intently. “Oi, human, don’t tell me ya got possessed—!” His hands clamp on your shoulders and he starts shaking you roughly. 

“Mammon, stop it,” you object, grabbing onto his shoulders and attempting to prevent him from shaking you any harder. He calms down a little, but he still looks confused. “I’m not possessed. I just had an appointment with an eye doctor.”

“Well, how’d they screw up so bad then, huh?” he spits. In another situation, his concern would be touching; but now, it’s mostly just amusing. “Ya look like a shark!”

“It’s just one of the tests,” you explain. “They had to dilate my pupils.” 

“Humans are crazy,” Mammon asserts. He’s studying you from far too close—occasionally changing his angle as if it will somehow give him new insight. “You look so freaky.”

“Thanks, Mammon,” you sigh. 

“Does it hurt?” he asks. “I bet it does; yer such a baby.” The insult seems to be a cover-up for his concern. 

“It doesn’t really hurt,” you reassure him. “It just feels a little strange. The drops really just affect your vision. I can’t focus on things in front of me, and it sort of looks like I’m seeing double.”

“Well, there’s nothing for it but resting your eyes,” Mammon sighs theatrically, looping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s watch the next episode of Destroyman.”

“How is that supposed to help my eyes?” you ask skeptically. 

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for ya all day!” Mammon exclaims. “We’re watching the next episode, even if it looks all blurry to you.” The demon is soon yanking you along before you can object. 

“There’s the culprit,” Belphegor remarks, looking up at you as you enter the dining room for breakfast. The brothers are staring at you intently. 

“Good morning to you too,” you huff, shoving your hands in the pockets of your uniform and taking the empty seat at the table. It’s a bit unusual to see all seven brothers at the table like this, especially so early in the morning. “What’d I do?” you blink cluelessly. 

“You don’t remember?” Beel pipes up, blinking at you curiously. He seems to be mid-bite, with some food hanging out of his mouth. Lucifer chides him for table manners and Beel huffs, promptly demolishing the rest of his food. 

“You were roaming the halls in the middle of the night like a ghost!” Mammon explains before anyone else can. He sounds particularly energetic this morning. “It was freaky.”

Roaming the halls at night? You don’t remember doing that, which can only mean one thing. “Oh, I was probably just sleepwalking,” you realize aloud. 

“Wonders truly never cease,” Lucifer says dryly. “Just how many eccentricities do humans possess?” he muses. 

You sigh, remembering all of the strange interactions you’ve had over the past few weeks. “I’m not choosing to do any of this, you know,” you frown. “I can’t control it.” It’s not like you wanted to get a paper cut, or a bruise, or goosebumps. These are just facts of life. 

“We know, dear,” Asmo reassures you. 

“It’s okay,” Levi says, barely sparing you a glance as he stares down at his plate. “None of these human behaviors are super annoying.” That’s very meaningful coming from Levi of all demons. 

“They’re just weird,” Satan supplies helpfully. You roll your eyes at him. 

“It seems my brothers were just… worried,” Lucifer explains. 

“Hey, you were worried too!” Mammon objects. “You were the one to—” Whatever the Avatar of Greed means to say next promptly fades into obscurity, as Lucifer sends his younger brother a murderous glare to silence him. 

“Okay,” you eventually remark, uncomfortable with the sudden tension settling in the room. “Well, sorry to disturb you guys, I guess. Sleepwalking is normal for humans, though.” 

“I’m starting to think nothing about humans is normal,” Satan mutters under his breath. Lucifer nods in agreement. You just roll your eyes and pretend not to hear the remark, serving yourself some food and beginning to eat breakfast. Despite the fanfare, it’s nice to know the brothers care about you—even if they don’t show it in very orthodox ways. 

“Oh,” a familiar voice says one afternoon. You blink blearily, your dizzy vision momentarily clarifying to reveal Diavolo standing over you. You’re crumpled on the floor, your cheek pressed to the cold hardwood as sweat rolls down the nape of your neck. “I must say, when I heard of your absence, I assumed you ditched classes for the day.”

It’s difficult for you to process what he’s saying; his voice sounds warped. The headmaster just hums. “Are you… all right?” he asks. You can barely manage a weak nod. Diavolo sighs. “Forgive me for the foolish question. You’re clearly not all right. Here, let’s get you up…” 

You hardly have the chance to object before the demon is lifting you into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all. He sets you on your bed with deceptive gentleness, before staring at you and frowning. 

“I don’t suppose you know what’s happening to you,” Diavolo says. 

“I think I’m sick,” you manage to respond. Your voice sounds a little raspy and your airways feel a bit tight. You clear your throat, wincing at the dryness the gesture provokes. You must have a fever, because your body temperature keeps oscillating between frigid cold and searing warmth. Before you can think better of it, you blink dazedly and reach out to grab Diavolo’s hand. “Tell me if I feel warm.”

He’s clearly a bit confused, but he allows you to guide his hand to your temple. 

“You’re hot,” he observes after a moment.

“Thanks,” you huff deliriously.  

“Your temperature,” he clarifies with a knowing smile, shaking his head. “What does this mean?” Diavolo frowns. 

“I have a fever,” you answer. “When a human’s body temperature is too high, it causes sickness.”

“What can be done about it?” he continues. 

“Depends,” you reply. “Sometimes it breaks on its own; sometimes you need antibiotics.” 

“Antibiotics,” Diavolo repeats, the concept clearly foreign to him. “I can’t say I’m familiar. But it’s clear that you should rest. I’ll watch over you.” Whatever else he says is lost on you, as you close your eyes and surrender to the persistent fatigue burning your eyelids. 

You wake several hours later to a room devoid of Diavolo. You’re not exactly surprised that he had to leave—he’s the ruler of the Devildom, after all. He surely has far more important things to do than look after you. You blink away traces of sleep as you look around the room, your vision clarifying to reveal Solomon sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. You blink at him silently. 

“Oh, you’re awake,” Solomon says. “How are you feeling?”

“…Fine,” you admit, touching your temple experimentally. Your headache has subsided a little, but your skin still feels a bit warm. At your movement, Solomon pushes himself to his feet and feels your forehead. 

“Your temperature’s coming down, finally,” he hums. 

“What are you doing here?” you finally manage to ask. 

“Diavolo summoned me,” Solomon explains. “Supposedly, he attempted to enlist the help of the brothers, but they proved to be rather useless. They are… woefully uninformed when it comes to humans, after all.”

That’s true. “Thanks,” you remember to say. He didn’t have to come, after all. Just because he’s the only other human, doesn’t mean he’s relegated to nursing you back to health. 

“No problem,” Solomon nods sincerely. He doesn’t seem too bothered by the whole arrangement. “It’s nice not to be the only human. Although, I expect around the clock service and care the next time I fall ill.”

You smile tiredly. “Of course,” you agree. It’s a frighteningly easy promise to make. 

After your sickness, you notice that the brothers begin to ease up on you a bit. Mammon’s no longer texting you in the middle of the night, demanding that you entertain him; Lucifer doesn’t mind if you occasionally take a day to complete your work remotely at the mansion; Asmo’s physical affection is gentler than normal; Levi doesn’t tease you about being a normie as much; Beelzebub doesn’t ever touch your plate or food; hell, even Belphegor is behaving himself—no longer interfering with your naps or sleep. 

One afternoon, Lucifer approaches you in the living room. He greets you before settling on the couch next to you, his posture rigid and proper. “You may have noticed that my brothers…” Lucifer starts, before pausing and shaking his head, “...that we have been acting a bit different than normal.” You nod. 

“In the past few weeks—especially in light of your bout of sickness—we realized that we’ve been neglecting you and your health. A demon’s stamina is much stronger than a human’s—we need less sleep; food is more of a luxury than a necessity; our bodies are more resistant to injury… You understand.”

“What I mean to say is…” Lucifer trails off again, an uncharacteristic sign of hesitation from him. He takes a slow breath. “I apologize for the oversight.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. 

“It is not,” Lucifer states firmly. “We have neglected to consider just how difficult this transition must be for you. We—I—didn’t think to ensure your health and safety were priorities.”

“But no more. I’ve spoken to Diavolo and Solomon at length, in addition to doing some elective research, to ensure we are not so unprepared in the future. And, should your accommodations be unsuitable—should anything here be unsuitable—I want you to inform me at once.”

That… sounds a lot more serious than what you were expecting. You blink. “That’s— That’s really not necessary,” you try to say. 

“It wasn’t a request,” Lucifer interjects smoothly. It’s a firm but well-meaning statement. “Do you understand?”

You swallow. “Yes.”

“Good.” There’s a hint of a smile on his lips now. “Truthfully, my brothers were very worried for you.” Lucifer pauses for a moment. “I was very worried for you,” he admits.

You’re sure you look surprised now. Lucifer only laughs, before getting to his feet and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You can almost convince yourself that the look in his eyes is unbearably fond. But he’s soon withdrawing, leaving you to wonder if you imagined the entire interaction.

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