Sometimes the other demons at RAD felt jealous of the demon brothers. They could not understand how the brothers ended up with a master who was so kind and gentle, while some of them were stuck serving demons who were cruel, sadistic, and made them work nonstop without rest. It felt unfair.
They watched you closely and saw that you rarely gave orders. You only used that one loud command, “stay!”, when the brothers were fighting or about to destroy something. But most of the time, you were not a master to them at all.
They often saw you feeding Beel at Madam Scream, helping Lucifer with RAD errands, going along with Mammon’s silly plans even if they always ended in trouble, listening to Levi’s long anime talks, following Satan around the school grounds looking for a cat, brushing your hand through Belphie’s hair when he slept, and taking Devilgram photos for Asmo.
Watching all this made the lesser demons more jealous every day. What made it worse was how you were kind to them too. They didn’t know if you were doing it because you were careful around them or because you didn’t want to test their temper. You didn’t talk much, but you were fair and easy to work with, and that was enough to make some of them quietly admire you.
Slowly, a few even started to develop feelings. Some wanted to make a pact with you, thinking it would be nice to have a gentle master for once. But they never got the chance.
The brothers, especially Mammon, stopped them every time. Mammon in particular was always glued to your side. And when they try, he always chased them away.
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