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When demons meet baby photos:

The side characters' first time seeing baby MC

Part two

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Raphael, Thirteen, Mephistopheles.

Genre: Fluff / Humor / Slice of life / Female!MC

During a sleepover at MC’s childhood home in the human world, the side characters stumble upon a folder of baby pictures and home videos. Chaos, teasing, and unexpected softness ensue as each of them reacts differently to seeing MC in her tiniest, purest form.

DIAVOLO

During an official visit to MC’s human home, Diavolo politely asked if he could see some childhood photos. He was fascinated by human customs and the growth of mortals.

Mammon, of course, was already prepared. “Already backed up!” he exclaimed, handing Diavolo a curated selection: MC in an inflatable pool, MC sleeping in a box full of stuffed animals, MC with spaghetti all over their hair.

Diavolo was touched.

“Just look at them! So full of life… and spaghetti! Barbatos, can we print this? I want a copy in my study.” Barbatos nodded patiently, while the Prince laughed like a child.

“I want to know EVERYTHING about your childhood, MC. When did you start walking? What was your favorite food? Did you ever stick your finger in a socket? You survived, so I guess yes!”

That evening, it was Diavolo who suggested, “Next time… let’s have a pajama night with childhood videos. I want to see everything

BARBATOS

It wasn’t Mammon who showed him the photos. Barbatos had already seen them.

In the flow of time, he had glimpsed versions of them. Flashes. Reflections. But never so directly. When MC invited him to spend time in the human world, he took a moment to discreetly explore the bookshelf.

He found a handmade picture book, with faded drawings and photos taped inside. One showed MC covered in flour, trying to knead cookie dough. Others captured ordinary moments: the first day of preschool, a fever with a thermometer in their mouth, a plush toy hugged too tightly.

Barbatos brushed a page lightly with his fingers. “Even the oldest time preserves the sweetest memories,” he said quietly.

And when MC found him looking, they weren’t upset. Because Barbatos hadn’t invaded their privacy. He was guarding, just as he always had.

“May I keep a copy,” he asked, smiling sweetly.

SOLOMON

Solomon, with centuries behind him, wasn’t easily moved. But when MC handed him an old DVD with a simple, “Here. Mom said you had to see this,” he couldn’t say no.

He played it on a laptop. Sat down. Watched. MC, maybe two years old. Sitting on the floor with a tablecloth draped over their head like a cape. Pretending to cast spells with a toy wand.

“ I magic. Now! Woooooshhh!”

A giggle. Then a tumble. Then a “I’m okay!!” followed by solitary applause. Solomon smiled softly. Not mockingly. With real, deep tenderness.

“Ah… so it was fate.”

SIMEON

Simeon was helping MC with boxes in the attic. He found an old camcorder. “Oh, does this still work?” he asked curiously. MC nodded. They inserted the tape.

A young MC was reciting a nursery rhyme from memory, sitting on a rug, hands clasped as if in prayer, eyes closed.

“For mommy, for daddy, for my teddy bear. And for the angels. Bye bye.”

Simeon placed a hand over his heart. Then looked at MC. “There’s nothing purer than such a simple prayer. Your light… it already existed back then. I’m glad I got to meet you today too.”

The videotape is now kept in a box decorated by Simeon himself, with a note: “A Memory of Heaven on Earth.”

RAPHAEL

Raphael had been invited to dinner at MC’s home. A quiet evening, they said. But Mammon was there, so “quiet” was a lie.

“HEY RAPH! Look at this!” Mammon yelled, literally throwing the D.D.D. into the angel’s hands.

Raphael caught it midair, ready to destroy it. But then he saw.

A small, smiling MC sitting on a flower-dotted lawn, hugging a white bunny with all their might. Their hair was tousled by the wind, cheeks round, the sound of their giggle in the background.

Raphael said nothing for a moment. Then he gently set the D.D.D. on the table, looking at MC sitting across from him. “The light you had back then is the same you carry now,” he said simply. “Just… more aware.”

It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or just reflecting. But that night, he set that moment as his D.D.D. background.

THIRTEEN

“MC!!”

Thirteen had barged in uninvited (as always) and was poking around everywhere. Mammon had told her about some “adorable stuff” in MC’s room, and being as competitive as she is, she had to judge for herself.

She opened a random drawer. Found an old album. And the moment she opened it, she let out a shriek.

“NO. NO, WAIT. THIS WAS YOU?” The photo showed a tiny MC in a bee costume, desperately trying to lift a spoon bigger than their face.

“PFFFFT!! This is literally an emotional trap! A CUTENESS TRAP!” She laughed so hard she tripped on a blanket. Then she ran out to show everyone. She even tried to recreate the photo herself, dressed as a bee.

“What do you say, MC? Let’s do a new version now!”

MEPHISTO

Mephistopheles did not enjoy being disturbed during afternoon tea, especially when in the company of his beloved Devildom Weekly. He was sitting in the living room of MC’s human-world home, sipping a modest Darjeeling, when his D.D.D. began to vibrate insistently.

From: Mammon

“Oh my Devil… you HAVE to SEE this.”

With an exasperated sigh, he opened the message. A photo loaded slowly, followed by a video.

His gaze locked on it.

A tiny MC, maybe four years old at most, was dressed in a miniature tuxedo, crooked toy glasses perched on their nose, and a notepad in hand, “interviewing” their dog with a microphone made of tin foil.

“Mr. Woofy, what do you think about the stolen cookie?” The dog barked. MC nodded very seriously. “Very interesting. Thank you for your testimony.”

Mephisto sat still for a long second. Then he let out a restrained but sincere laugh. “I must say, you already had an admirable stage presence, MC,” he said, hiding a smile behind his teacup.

He saved the video. Wrote a personal note: “Potential journalist.” Of course, he’d never admit it, but on particularly stressful days at RAD, he watches it on loop.

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