Diavolo standing with Lucifer discussing some RAD business.
Lucifer’s coat suddenly tightens around his waist, the fabric dragged towards his back making the collar tighten against his neck.
Lucifer sighs and reaches behind himself, his hand pushing something up.
Two arms suddenly appear around his neck and MC’s face peers over his shoulder. MC gives a tired smile to Diavolo and then closes their eyes.
Diavolo looks at Lucifer in bewilderment.
“I swear, MC is worse than any of those cats Satan has tried to sneak in over the years. Three of my best shirts have been stretched out of shape from them suddenly climbing my back when they get tired!”















