Diavolo Absentmindedly Doodles You
It was another morning in the Devildom. Clear dark skies, brilliantly glowing stars, covering the shadowy Devildom in their light as the birds crowed loudly.
Diavolo was alone at his desk with his piles of paperwork as always. Between every few completed papers he’d let his mind wander to other things.
What was Lucifer doing? Did Simeon and Luke manage to avoid Solomon’s cooking last night? And how were ‘they’—The intriguing human he’d brought to the Devildom as an exchange student.
He wasn’t sure how or when but they’d begun taking up most of his thoughts.
Diavolo sighed and looked back to his paperwork, trying not to get lost in his thoughts once more.
He signed his name at the bottom of another paper and set it aside for Lucifer to add his signature to later.
His ears perked up as he heard a faint knock on his door.
Barbatos opened the door carefully as he strode in with Diavolo’s late-morning tea and snack.
“Blood Orange tea and complimentary Orange macaroons, my lord.” Barbatos announced as he placed the tray in front of Diavolo.
Diavolo smiled eagerly and began to fiddle with the pen between his fingers, clicking the pen mindlessly as he tried one of the macaroons.
“Mmm,” he beamed with his mouth full and nodded his approval. “These are amazing Barbatos, how do you always make them so much better than the time before?”
“With practice my lord. I’m glad it’s to your liking.”
Barbatos bowed but Diavolo noticed a small smile flash across Barbatos’s face.
“What amuses you?” Diavolo asked curiously.
“Oh nothing, my lord…it’s just a wonderful sketch of MC you’ve done, very in their likeness.”
Diavolo looked puzzled, confused until he realized he’d mistakenly and sloppily drawn MC on the bottom of one of the contracts he had yet to sign.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, turning red as he attempted to correct it through magic.
Barbatos chuckled at Diavolo’s flushed expression, shuffling papers and making sure he hadn’t drawn on any others.
“Perhaps I’ll call MC over this evening, maybe that will help the young master focus?”
Diavolo cleared his throat and set the papers aside, neatly stacked once more.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
“Good. Now why don’t I make another copy of that document you drew on.”
“I—…yes, please. Thank you, Barbatos.”
“Hehe. Of course young master.”
Barbatos left the room and Diavolo looked down at the sheet of paper with his new doodle. It was rather cute if he did say so himself, maybe he’d show you when you came over this evening.
How was he supposed to focus now? He was far too excited to see your lovely face again; maybe drawing it a few more times would help?
