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Despite how welcoming the rest of the house felt, this was the one place where you felt most at home. You stared up at the stars affixed to the ceiling in the planetarium. You weren’t knowledgeable when it came to constellations or star maps, but it was the one thing that felt familiar in the ever-present darkness of Devildom.

You knew that this place was special for him too, though for very different reasons.

Belphegor lay down as well, his body facing the opposite way from you, his head on the other half of his pillow next to yours. Though you were still getting used to his presence--you weren’t sure if you would ever truly be able to forget what he had done to you--the small efforts he made to have peaceful moments like this with you weren’t lost on you completely.

A particularly bright star caught your attention and you watched as it slightly twinkled, as though it winked at you through the magical distance.

“Belphie?” you asked.

He hummed in assent, too tired for more than that.

“Do you miss it?”

You didn’t have to clarify, could feel the way he slightly tensed at the question before relaxing again. There was silence once more, stretching long and thin between you.

“No,” he murmured, so soft that it couldn’t break the tension in the air, simply mellowing it into peace. “Not when it brought me here.”

“The planetarium is beautiful,” you said, purposefully misunderstanding his sentiment in an attempt to lighten the mood from your needless question.

Belphegor tutted but you could sense his smile as he affectionately called you a dummy, bringing a dopey smile to your face. You may look stupid to him, but as long as he stayed like this, the calm and soft Belphegor you had grown to know, you didn’t mind looking a little dumb.

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It was quiet in the library, for which you were thankful for. As much as you enjoyed the company of the demon brothers, they could also be too much for your poor human ears. There were very few that would follow you here. If they were too loud when Satan was reading or Belphie was napping, there would be hell to pay.

You flicked the corner of the upcoming pages in the book you held out of nervous habit, the paper flowing across your skin over and over in a soothing caress. It was a well-loved book, though much newer than most anything else in the stuffy library room of Lamentation. It didn’t help you from getting confused and mildly uncomfortable about the content, however.

“What are you reading?”

Satan’s tone was more curiosity than true interest, yet you felt a blush rise to your cheeks all the same and you did your best to not scramble to hide the front cover. “It’s something Solomon lent me.”

“Oh?”

Dammit. His eyes shone now and he leaned forward in his chair across from you to examine the book in your hands closer. With a swipe of his gaze as he read the title, his expression morphed into carefully disguised alarm. “How to Train Your Demon: 101 Steps to Submission?”

You pulled the book to your chest and looked down in your lap. You were unable to meet his eyes and wished to run from the situation if you could. “I...I only wanted to learn how to use this magic properly. Everything is so new and unknown to me and the magic is so wild and powerful and I...don’t want to hurt any of you again.”

You heard a shift as Satan stood up. He plucked the book from your arms and tossed it aside in a very disrespectful, un-Satan-like way.

“Hey!”

“I’ll find something better for you to read if that’s what you want,” Satan said with a huff. “Learning to control yourself first will do you better than learning how to control others.”

Glad for the help--even if forced upon you--and relieved you didn’t have to read that wreck of an instructional book anymore, you mentally apologized to Solomon as you abandoned the book on the floor in favor of following Satan as he led you out of the library and to his room where he kept all his knowledge on pact magic.

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"Go and ask him already," Asmo grumbled. "You're putting me on edge with this stupid game."

You sighed and turned away from Levi, who was very pointedly not looking in your direction since you last caught him glancing at you. "I can't."

"I didn't go clothes shopping with you for six hours--"

"Eight."

"--eight hours to dress you up to be a wallflower."

"But what if he says no? You know how he gets when confronted with situations like--"

"What makes you think he'll actually tell you no? He's smitten with you. Now go."

You resigned yourself to what you knew you would have been pushed to do at some point of the night and walked around the mass of demons until you stood in front of Levi. His shoulders were hunched and he already sported a high blush on his cheeks. You were close enough that it would be rude if he didn't pay attention to you, so he finally met your gaze once more.

"H-hey."

"Dance with me?"

You were blunt because you knew you would chicken out if you didn't start with the proposition. His face grew redder and he sputtered out sounds that seemed to resemble words. It was as impossibly endearing as it was frustrating. But you were patient as he worked through his emotions enough to wildly nod at you.

Taking his hand, cool and clammy, you led him to the dance floor and didn't bother to hide your beaming grin.

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You loved wearing his jacket. Where it was large and comfortable on him, it was huge and bulky on you. It was never truly cold enough in Devildom for you to wear a jacket, but you appreciated the sentiment as Beel wrapped you up when a breeze blew by and Asmo complained that the chill was going to dry out his skin. It was still warm from his body heat even now, an hour later. 

The three of you had decided to go window shopping today. Asmo said that he needed new clothes for what could be considered the winter season for hell and Beel said he was hungry and wanted to check if there were any new snacks or desserts in the food court.

“Try this one,” Beel said, holding his spoon out to you.

This was the seventh time he had shared some taste or another from his own food with you. The time Asmo could take to look at all the options in a clothing store would have made even the most patient of person hungry, so the invitation to go eat something with him while you waited had you immediately agreeable. 

You took the offered bite and hummed as the chocolate mousse melted across your tongue. “Delicious.”

Beel’s happy smile was contagious as he picked up his pace again, devouring one dessert after another from the crowded table. You hiked the large arm of his jacket past your elbow again as you scooped another bite of your cake onto a fork. Grinning, you held it up, catching Beel’s attention.

“Want to try--”

You were hardly halfway through your question when the bite was gone and Beel had moved onto his next dish with a garbled thanks between swallows. You couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh at the sudden shark-like move. You watched with mildly disgusted amusement and enjoyed the comfort of Beel’s presence as he joyfully ate, the warmth of his jacket bundled around you.

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You weren't the type to get scared easily. In the human world, you would hardly bat an eye before smashing a bug or swatting a fly.

Demonic insects weren't like human insects.

Arachnid simmered in soy sauce reduction.

It was your first thought when you saw the spider, thinking back to when Beel had mentioned the dish. You hadn't thought much of it then but it made much more sense after coming face to face with one.

It was huge, the size of a house cat and just as hairy. You could count each one of its eyes, bulbous and yellow. You weren't sure if it was your wild imagination conjuring the hungry look in them or if it was real.

Your breath caught in your throat in surprise and you were about to form a scream when a crunch and a dying squeal beat you to it. Lucifer glowered as he twisted his foot to grind the creature under his boot. He immediately pulled out his D.D.D. and dialed what seemed to be some sort of demon pest control, by the sounds of his strict order of needing the House of Lamentation sprayed again.

Turning away from the gruesome sight in front of you, you caught sight of Beelzebub, who in turn was looking at the spider with as equal of a hungry gaze as it had given you mere moments before.

You shuddered. You had a feeling you didn't have to ask Barbatos to see what your dinner plans would likely be in the near future. Maybe he could give you some tips on what would go well with soy arachnid...

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You hated when it rained. Normally, you wouldn’t mind it--you’d even enjoy it! Yet even this was a reminder of why your stay was only temporary and that you didn’t belong here in the Devildom. It steamed as it fell to the ground, both with the heat and acidity.

You’d attempted to risk it by using a special umbrella and covering yourself from head to toe with proofed clothing, but Lucifer looked livid at the sight and had told you to stay put, as he wouldn’t allow you to put yourself in any risk, big or small, with concerns of how it would look to Diavolo. Truthfully, you knew that it was out of his own concern for you, which was the only reason you took his not-so-subtle threat seriously.

Sighing, you stared at the workpage in front of you. You tapped the eraser of your pencil against the paper and didn’t bother with trying to focus on the schoolwork. The pitter-patter of the rain against the roof of Lamentation was too distracting. A notification pinged you from your D.D.D. and you flipped it over to see who it was from. With a smile, you unlocked the screen to read the full message.

I got rain on my shirt and in my hair. This day is ruined without you here with me. As soon as classes are over, I’m smuggling you out on a trip to Majolish and Goetia with me.

You chuckled at the sobbing Nancy demoji and typed up your response.

You sure you want to incite Lucifer like that?

I wouldn’t for anyone but you, love.

You could feel your cheeks heat just as much as your smile widened and sent him the blowing kiss demoji in return. Suddenly having the motivation to finish your work in case you needed to use it as a reward bargain with Lucifer, you bent over the desk and scribbled away.

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His touch was gentle as he smoothed his hands over your shoulders and massaged the tanning lotion into your skin. It was contact like this, so innocent yet so intimate, that had you the most flustered. Your eyes were closed and you enjoyed the warmth of the sun that shone through the filtered light of palm fronds in the breeze.

The soft press of his lips on your neck had your eyes open with a flutter and a hum, slightly worried that one of his brothers--one brother in particular--would catch the kiss and ruin the moment.

"Are you sure you want to play in the water?" Asmodeus asked. "You could always stay here, with me." Another tender kiss to tempt you nearly worked but the distant call of your name pulled you back from the brink.

"I promised them."

He sighed but complied and helped push you back to your feet where you had sat between his legs on a lounge chair. "I'll keep an eye on you then."

You grinned at him cheekily. "Like you could look away."

His chuckle was dark and knowing and you walked away from him with exaggerated sway. You knew you would pay for it later, but Asmo always made repayment more than worth it.

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“Come here. Sit.”

Normally, you would politely refuse his gentle requests. He was a prince, a lord, the most powerful being in the realm. Your body always responded to his presence. The small hairs on your arms and the back of your neck rose whenever his gaze swept over you. You suspected it was to be expected with the countless differences between you. You, a mere mortal and him, a near-immortal demon.

This request was different. More urgent. The look in his eyes was clouded with some worry you suspected he wouldn’t disturb you with, if you even had the bravery to ask him about it in the first place. So this time you obeyed and approached him where he sat in his desk chair.

Diavolo’s arms carefully wrapped around you as you came into reach and he helped you onto his lap. He was so large compared to you, your small human frame enveloped by his body as your back was pulled against his chest. You closed your eyes and felt his heartbeat against your head. It was strong and sure even as he sighed heavily. The air whuffed in his exhale and fluttered through your hair.

Your hands rested on his arms as he gently squeezed you closer. His dark skin was warm, warmer than most of the demons you had come in contact with. As you slid your hands down his forearms to squeeze your fingers over his hands, he sighed again, this time slower. It was as though he released his stress with it, his stiff form slowly relaxing.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “Please, stay like this with me for a while.”

“I will,” you said. There was no place you would rather be in that moment, wrapped in the magical warmth of his arms and the thumping heartbeat of Devildom in your ears.

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“You compare yourself to roses a lot, Asmo. I wonder...what kind of flower do you think I’m like?”

Asmo tapped a finger on his chin, humming in thought. “I suppose I think of you like a dandelion.”

“Oh,” you murmured, doing your best to keep from deflating. Weren’t those commonly thought of as nuisance weeds? “A dandelion? Why’s that?”

His finger stilled, resting on the side of his jaw. “Why, it’s because you’re incredible, love! You’re bright, cheery, warm, and never let anything get you down. Then, when one gets to know you better…” He moved his hand to caress your cheek with a brush of his knuckles, the look in his eyes leaving you feeling warm with the affection openly shining from them. “You absolutely bloom. Beautiful. Delicate. Soft. Hopeful. People place their wishes on you for a better world.” He leaned closer to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “All the wishes I could ever make have been fulfilled because of you.”