Lucifer knew something was wrong. He was not fond of how Diavolo had called for you, his tone was soft nearly vulnerable, unlike his 24/7 happy-go-lucky voice. He had a feeling where this was going....
He is a friend nonetheless, and as much as his pride wont let him to confess; he overthinks often.
You were in the living room devilsiting with the others. The serenity manor is huge and with all his brothers there, he could almost mistake it for House Of Lamentation.
He crawls behind your seat on the couch, his hand almost touching your shoulder. almost.
"Mc, Diavolo was looking for you"
His voice calm, contradicting the twist in his guts. He should be above such feelings.
You comply, of course you do, Diavolo's your friend too. He wants to stop you, he almost does.
"Hey Mc..."
"Actually, Nevermind"
He shouldn't. Diavolo is a friend and he wants to see MC, for whatever reason that's none of his concern.
Living with his obnoxious brothers who bring chaos and trouble anywhere they go, no one knows and cherishes privacy and peace like lucifer does.
Then why, he asks himself, why is he trying to spot the both of you from the window and why are his feet leading him to the poolside when he can't see you through the window?
It's too late now, he's already in earshot and unnoticed. As Diavolo starts speaking his ears perk up.
Diavolo confesses about the cursed karaoke room, which was quite obvious, for Lucifer at least. He'll hear a word or two from Lucifer but that's a different thing. He's apologising now-
Lucifer sighs with a tinge or relief he'll refuse to admit. Achieveing that assurance made him turn, ready to head back inside before he got caught.
"Whenever we're together. I have so much fun"
Lucifer halts at the words, a sinking feeling now present in his gut.
"I feel sort of nervous and yet happy at the same time"
Oh did Lucifer know that feeling. That feeling of butterflies, that feeling that drives you to be the best version of yourself, that feeling that gets your heart racing the feeling when you love someone. He was good at concealing them but they're feelings nonetheless. But for the first time in his life, Lucifer wished he was wrong.
"Um, MC... There's actually one more thing I wanted to tell you.."
Please don't.
Lucifer, too focused on the conversation that was playing out in front of him, had his fists clenched so tight, his knuckles were white and his nails were a breath away from drawing blood from his palms. It is also note-worthy, the look he was giving Diavolo, was enough to freeze devildom over.
He didn't get it. Why was he suddenly feeling so intense? Diavolo, like every other, has the right to his feelings, and he himself doesn't have a claim on MC.
"I truly adore you, MC and I..."
He also might have been drugged, cause no way in devildom was he so close to punching Diavolo's face, while sober.
And thank Barbatos that he made his entrance at the right time.
He wouldn't punch Diavolo, that was just the anger talking.
He lies to himself.
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