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A Friday is a good day.

Scratch that, it's heaven on earth and devildom. The day where there are two glorious holidays to take a break from school, to sit back, relax and enjoy the days to come till Monday. 

And for the Avatar of Greed, Friday is a good day for Gambling.

With RAD being done for this week, Mammon was more than ready to enjoy his time too! The Casino was always a nice place to catch some Grimm! Always lively during Fridays, too!

He should go tell the human all about this. Perhaps they could join them! They did say they were short of Grimm. The GREAT Mammon is unwilling to share his money though, even if it is his favourite human.

Haha. 

Little did the demon know. 

It was a nice Friday evening. Well, might not seem like evening due to the sun's absence, but an evening nonetheless. 

And time for their stretches. 

Most of the time, this would be done in the mornings, the best and most effective time, but student duties call.

If those assignments weren't handed in ASAP, they better be ready for the sadistic side of the Avatar of Pride. Thank the heavens goodness they got it done. In the nick of time too. 

Right in the the middle of a split, "MC" heard the  door burst open, with a voice rambling on without looking down at them. 

"Hey "MC"! Wanna go to the Cassiinooo.."

Silence filled the room as Mammon stared down at his human with shock, processing what he was seeing, while the human stared back at them with a questioning gaze.

The silence lasted for four seconds. 

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

A high pitched girlish scream echoed through the room and the halls of the house as Mammon instantly started panicking.

He grabbed the human by the hips and lifted them up, sweeping them off their pose. 

As astounded as they were, they were also shocked and confused. 

"Mammon-! Put me down you idiot! What are you doing!"

Lest to say, they attracted unwanted attention. 

To say that Lucifer was mad was an understatement, especially since nothing seemed to be going right for him that day. Mammon earned a special place as a decoration on his chandelier in the hall. 

He tried explaining, but to no avail. Lucifer took it as a sign that he finally lost it. Still didn't stop the demon from worrying though. 

Someone had a lot of explaining to do. After he got down from here, that is. 

The vigor of the last week soon caught up to him as he felt himself dozing off. And soon, the demon fell asleep, still thinking of his humans safely. 

The human was in Satan's room, turning through his books while the demon himself sat in a little armchair, staring at them as they skimmed through his books of demon anatomy. Specifically about the demon's skeletal systems.

After Mammon supposedly screamed and got taken away by Lucifer, the human came to his door and requested for a few books about the body structures of Demons. 

Now, after a few hours, there they layed surrounded by piles and piles of books, sitting, reading and muttering to themselves in silence, occasionally taking sips out of their bottle. 

A call to him from them soon shattered the silence. 

"Satan?"

The demon in particular, kept his book aside and looked at them. 

"Yes, 'MC'?"

The human still stared into his books and asked him. 

"How flexible are demons?"

Such a sudden question. When did this strike? Did it have something to do with Mammon screaming?

"Well, how flexible are you humans, 'MC'?"

The human finally closed the book and kept it back onto the pile. "Well.. Most children are able to touch their toes with not much problem soo.. Is that a good enough place to start?"

Satan was impressed. Most Devildom children had a hard time touching their toes. Heck, even the adult demons like themselves had a hard time. 

"The most flexible in the family is either Asmo or Beel, Asmo due to.. you know the answer, and Beel due to his workout routines. He told me that he sometimes works on his flexibility. Last update I received from him was a few weeks ago, where he finally touched his toes, though you could probably hear him crying and wailing from pain after.."

"The human perked their head, worry clear in their eyes. "Beel's okay, right?"

A chuckle escaped the demon, who picked up his book again. "He is completely fine. He was working on that for about a month, so good for him."

The human looked shocked. "He spent one month trying to properly touch his toes?"

That, was the day the human found out the rigidity of demon bodies. 

That was also the day, that Satan questioned his knowledge on the flexibility of humans. Many of his brothers did not seem him leave his room at all..

Until three days later...

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A knock on their door took their attention as they rolled their Yoga mat. It was a nice Sunday morning and they just finished their daily stretches and exercise. The only demon who would be knocking at their door at this time would be Lucifer, probably to wake everyone up. 

To their surprise, it was not the First born, but the Fourth. Satan stood at their door, still in his nightwear with a book and D.D.D. in hand.

“Satan?”

The demon blinked his eyes, still in a sleepy haze. 

“Sorry.. I wanted to talk to you about something..” “MC” gave way for him to enter, while he walked in. “I wanted to wake up earlier, but I slept too late and ended up oversleeping…” He made his way in and sat down at their bed. 

“Want some tea to wake you?” The human went to their desk and opened one of their drawers. “I always keep a few tea bags with me,” Hearing a small hum of approval, they went to a little electric kettle on their desk and poured some water into it. “The kettle and tea were gifts from Barbatos. I normally use it to brew some tea for Lucifer. He overworks too much.”

They went and sat next to him. “So you had something to talk about?”

The demon kept his books aside, and turned towards them. 

“Remember when you came to me a few days ago? Asking me about demon flexibility?”

“MC” closed their eyes in thought. “Yeah.. that happened.”

“Well, I did some research on the flexibility of humans, out of curiosity, and I had a few doubts..”

The sound of boiling water soon caught "MC" ’s attention, as they went to prepare the tea. “Yeah. Shoot.”

“You humans are extremely flexible compared to humans, so I wanted to test a human’s flexibility.. If you are willing to volunteer, that is. And also ask a few questions.”

The human walked back with a tray with two cups of tea, offering him a cup first, then placing the tray down near their bed. 

“I think I can help, sure. What doubts do you have?”

Satan blew on his cup and took a small, cautious sip before speaking. “Can you show me the flexibility of humans?”

The human smiled smugly. "Oh? Is this a sort of deal you want to make with me? Most would summon the devil to make a deal with him."

Satan moved his cup close to his lap. Time to go detective mode. "It's been many months since you joined the exchange program. And judging by that scream of horror from Mammon, that must be the first time someone heard about your flexibility."

The human's eyes seemed to glimmer with playfulness.  "If you think that spilling this secret of mine will affect me negatively, you are highly wrong, little demon.."

If that's how they wish to play, then so be it.

"I am aware kitten.." The human's brow rose in amusement, but they did not interrupt and kept on smiling. "You did not lock your door when I approached it. If you really wanted to keep this activity of yours a secret, then you would have atleast locked your door."

They tilted their head out of curiosity, but still kept quiet. 

"Belphie normally watches over Beel when he is working out. Most to check if his posture is correct, or to see how long he is exercising, although he normally ends up dozing in the middle. Wouldn't it be helpful for you if you had someone like that to watch you aswell?"

"MC" stared down at their cup of tea, an obvious sign that they were mulling it over. 

"The answer is up to you, human."

"MC" chucked and looked at Satan in the eyes, revealing their smile. The previous mischief and smug grin seemingly vanished. “Of course.. Do you want to see it now orr..”

“Ah. Do you normally do it at this time?”

The conversation went on, Satan asking doubts with "MC" clarifying them, with occasional exclaims of surprise from the demon and laughter from the human. Eventually, a routine was set. Satan could come to the human any time around six to seven in the morning, and help "MC" to do certain poses if they needed it. The demon got the benefit of researching the human body a bit more while they got a partner to criticize, correct and help them. A win for both parties. 

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Newly opened books always had such a nice scent. The second you tear the plastic off of it, the scent gets released, a faint soothing scent. Old books also smelt nice. It felt nostalgic, going through a book that was crafted centuries ago. At least, to the fourth born, it felt that way.

Unlike someone else who seems to have an obsession for nothing but himself..

"Satan~" The door flung back, revealing the fifth born, strutting in as if he owned the place. 

Satan slammed the book shut, both in shock and annoyance. Not even a knock? How disrespectful..

"You should really buy many bookshelves Satan, this place is just crushed with piles and piles of books!"

And now he had the audacity to complain about HIS domain? He could practically feel rage filling his veins. 

"A self obsessed demon like you couldn't comprehend the smell of books. Piling them all in a bookshelf just hinders it."

"Oh how RUDE!" Asmodeus stomped his foot. "Is that really how you talk to your beautiful little brother Satan?"

His attention was taken by something else, something in Satan's hands. 

"What is that in your hand?"

The rage faded extremely quickly, replaced with reluctance.

"Ah.."

"I do have a request though.. Something to add to our agreement."

"What is it?"

"Can you keep this a secret?"

"I thought you were fine with this coming out"

It's not that.. Eventually they'll figure it out."

"Then what's the reason?"

"I'm pretty sure that you demons are unaware of my flexibility. You've heard Mammon scream"

"Oh..OHHHH..'

"Get me now?"

"How evil of you.."

"Why thank you my friend.”

“So, what do you say?”

“Of course, but on one condition. If you ever show this to Lucifer, let me be present. Deal?”

“Alright then. Deal.”

“None of your business. What do you need Asmo?”

“SO Rude!”

Asmodeus was not the smartest in scientific terms. He may not know as many spells as Satan nor may he know the legendary stories that Lucifer had experienced. But if anyone was emotionally aware among the seven brothers, it was him. 

He was actually observant when he wanted to be. 

He was the Avatar of Lust, goddammit! He had to see between the lines. He was an absolute pro at reading people’s emotions because of it.

He was also a Master of the Art of Gossip. He could tell what was up and when something fishy was happening almost instantly if he was interested in what was going on.

Satan did not succeed in hiding it, but instead basically gave himself away. The font of the words in the book were too tiny for him with complicated drawings Such big an confusing words aswell. Nothing he could decipher if he tried. 

But the second it was shut..

There lay the title, bare for him to see, in big bold gold lettering. ‘STRCTURE OF THE HUMAN BODY AND HOW IT WORKS’.

Why did Satan have a sudden interest in Human anatomy?

As the fifth born walked to the living room, his head was soon filled with the most ridiculous of statements and theories.

One of his theories confirmed as he passed a certain door which belonged to a certain human roommate. 

'MC' was currently practicing a new position. Where the person balanced themselves on their forearms and kept their body suspended in the air, with the tips of their feet touching the ground below for a little stability. Satan had helped 'MC' with it a few days ago, and now they were working on their balance. They closed their eyes and tried maintaining their focus.

The door flung open which caught them off guard and almost fell over. Their eyes shot open as they saw Asmo slam the door shut.

Welp. Here comes the day.

“ 'MC' ~ Darling~ What ar-”

Asmo’s voice froze as they looked down at the human. 'MC' split their legs a little to see Asmo’s face. He looked shocked, pupils blown wide with concern. He opened his mouth to speak but they cut them off.

“Before you say anything Asmo, I promise you that I am completely fine and not in pain. It only feels a little weird, but that's it.”

Asmo still didn’t move, staring at them with the same expression. 

'MC' split their legs a little wider to see him better. “Asmo?”

Asmo was still staring at them, expression now unreadable. 

They got off from their position, bending their legs backward, to touch the end of the mat behind them and slowly lowered themselves onto the mat. Standing up, they faced the avatar of lust.

Only to be swept off their feet. 

The feeling of their mat against their back was replaced by their bed in the blink of an eye. They felt a hand pinning their wrists above them and a knee slotting between their legs. Above them was the avatar of Lust, grinning and licking his fangs and eyes glimmering with passion. 'MC' tried to wiggle out but the demon did not budge. 

Leaning his head down and whispered in their ear, voice husky and erotic. “How long have you been hiding this darling?” 

The human tried to take deep breaths and calm themselves down. To no avail, it was as the Avatar of Lust licked their ears. 

'MC' felt their blood run to their cheeks. If their blush wasn’t evident before, it damn well was now. Finally regaining their voice, the human tried speaking again. “Asmo wait..”

Asmo lifted his head up, giving the poor human a breather. “So? Go ahead and explain darling..”

The lustful tension subsided after a few minutes of talking. In its place was excitement, mostly from the Asmo.

“Ohh~ Think of all the positions.. I've been to the human world several times and I knew that humans were flexible compared to us, but not to that extent my dear 'MC'! I am a little disappointed that you didn't tell me though..”

'MC' chuckled, glad and a little… disappointed? “I'm not that much of an expert Asmo.. I’m able to do most of this because of constant practice!”

The demon seemed to be lost in thought, until a switch appeared to be flipped. “Oh 'MC', 'MC'! Will you let me practice with you? Pleaseee?”

“Where's this coming from all of a sudden?”

Asmo gave out an excited giggle. “One, I get to increase my flexibility! With you helping me, I can get so so much better! The number of uses this could have!”

The human felt themselves cringe internally at the thought. 

“Two, it takes a lot of work to keep this posture, you know? Perhaps this can help me maintain it better!”

Ah.. A better reason than the last. 

“And, three!” The fifth born radiated excitement at this point. “I get to spend more time with you! All alone! Wouldn't that be fun! You said you take part in it in the morning right?!”

And this is the sad part.

“Ahah.. Satan’s also gonna be there sooo.. Not entirely.”

“...”

“...Asmo?”

“... HE KNEW THIS ENTIRE TIME ?!”

The routine mostly went on like usual, but with one more person. Occasionally, Asmo would drop in the mornings for a small amount of practice and mostly to watch, with a slightly reluctant and angry Satan supervising both the human and his brother. It went well and was enjoyable..

Perhaps it would be a bit more comfortable for you if Asmo didn’t smile in such a way whenever you showed out your bottom or spread your legs.

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The Avatar of Greed walked beside you, his arms acting as a sort of keyring, except instead of keys, a minimum of 20 bags of takeout from Hell’s Kitchen hung from his arms, with more covers piled on top. 

“So yer tellin’ me, that you can bend all sorts of ways?” 

“Simply yeah.. We do need practice though! Don't expect us to fold instantly in a go!”

'MC' 's arms also had bags hanging from them, though much lesser than Mammon’s, four slung on each arm. Behind both of you a good few 15 to 20 bags levitated in the air, spell casted by themself truly, being tugged by sturdy magical strings, spell casted by, again, theirs truly. You were quite glad you paid at least some attention to your RAD classes. 

“Gee human.. Ya gave me a heart attack back then. Don't go bendin’ here and there, ‘kay?! Yer gonna get weird stares and give other demons heart attacks.”

A chuckle escaped from them. “Awww.. You care about me that much, eh Mams?”

His face went red, almost as red as the tomato-like vegetable Hell’s Kitchen used in their burgers. Small murmurs escaped from his mouth as he looked down at the bags in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Mams. You’re fun to tease.”

“Eh?!”

“Also, whats with all the takeouts, huh?” He gestured his head towards the takeout bags and boxes in his arms “Ya tryna feed Beel or half of Devildom?” 

“Well, I owed him a favour, which he just cashed in today, and you needed another person to help with his shift in Hell’s Kitchen. Win Win for me.”

“And how much money did you spend on this grub exactly?”

‘MC’ chuckled with nervousness.. “Well…”

He swore he could feel his limbs snapping off. Perhaps a bit of an overstatement, but to Beel, it felt like an understatement. 

He could almost do it a few weeks ago. Why couldn’t he do it now?

A whole two month’s progress out the window. 

Behind Beel, on his bed was Belphie. Normally, he would be asleep, but the amount of discomfort from his twin, and his own worry prevented him from doing so. He stared at Beel with a worried expression, head propped up on his pillow. “Beel? Are you sure you’re doing good?”

The demon stood up properly, looking back at his twin. “Yeah.. I’m fine Belphie.”

“You’re sad”

The sixth born sighed. “I lost a month’s progress in a matter of a week or so. I’m not gonna get anywhere if this keeps up.”

“Don’t lose hope so quickly, Beel.” Belphie gestured to the bed, where Beel sat down reluctantly. The sixth born might not have been the most expressive, but anyone could feel that kicked little puppy aura coming from him. 

That won’t do at all.

Belphie sat up and leaned on Beel’s side.

“Remember that one time Beel? Where both you and me tried to balance ourselves on our forearms? You were able to stay in that position for so long. Unlike me. I plopped down the second I did it.” He kept a hand on his brother’s back. When Beel looked at him, he could both see and feel the care he had for him. “Doesn’t that count as progress?”

Beel smiled back at him woefully. “That position helps in improving arm strength rather than improving flexibility. All our limbs bend that way even in the smallest of activities like walking and stuff.”

“Splits are still hard. I haven't seen a single demon ever do it. And the ones who make it to your point often burst into tears.”

Beel felt his smile widen, like the one he has after a huge satisfying meal. “Thank you Belphie.”

That’s a bit better. 

A pause of silence.

“Can I ask Asmo about his methods?”

Belphie felt himself cringe internally. “Beel..”

“He’s the most flexible and experienced among us. None of us are as flexible as him.. I have to at least ask him for some sort of advice..”

Belphie shook his head in reluctance. “This is not gonna go well..”

“Flexibility improvement, you say?”

Beel nodded his head in agreement. “Yep. Any tips?”

Asmo let out a giggle. Most would find it adorable, but for Beel, it was anything but. “I feel honoured Beel!”

Now he was confused. “Honoured for what?”

“That you think I’m the most flexible!” His cheerful expression soon turned into a whiny look. "But no.."

No?

“I may be the most beautiful in the house, no doubt about it! But sadly, the position for the most flexible is taken by someone else..”

Asmo feigned to be lost in thought. 

“Oh! Why don’t you ask 'MC’?”

Eh?

“But.. Aren’t they human?”

Asmo sighed. “Oh Beel..” He once again pretended to be lost in thought. “Oh! I know! Ask them to prove their flexibility. You will be quite shocked.”

Oh Asmo’s bed lay Belphie, who felt annoyance creeping towards him. “Your advice is normally terrible. Why should we follow this?”

“Oh, just trust me~ Atleast just this one time! They will take your breath away, guaranteed!”

The trio heard a door open and slam. After, they heard ‘MC’ ’s voice. “Were home! Where are you Beel?”

“And that is your cue to leave me and talk to a certain someone. Bye Byee~”

“Hey, ‘MC’? I have a favor.”

The twins invited the human over to their room, Beel feasting on Hell’s Kitchen’s burgers with a half asleep Belphie on his bed. 

“I need help with flexibility improvement. At first, I went to Asmo, but he told me to ask for your guidance.”

Belphie seemingly woke up and turned towards them. He looked at the two while propping his head up with his arm. 

“Back in the Celestial realm, I heard that humans are a tad more flexible than us..” A small yawn. “So if it’s possible for you to help…”

“Sure!” They responded with a smile. “Although, you might want to prepare yourself. I scared the living hell out of Mammon a week ago.”

A chuckle was heard from the bed. “That scumbag freaks out over a ghost despite being a demon. Besides, how bad can it be?”

Concern for the demons was replaced with pure smug as they stood up. 

“You were doing splits, right Beel?”

Beel felt himself getting nervous. “Yeah..?”

Thank the demon lord that they wore some good flexible clothes today. They were new and ‘MC’ didn’t wanna bug Lucifer for new clothes again. 

They split their legs and put their hands down to support themselves. Soon, they lowered themselves onto the floor adjusting their posture so as to not injure themselves or to tear their innerwear. In under five seconds, the human did what no demon ever could. At least, not without screaming in pain. 

The twins froze in terror. Both of their minds seemed to have shut off like a computer. Beel felt his jaw and hand go limp in terror and shock. The burger in his hand fell out and he instantly stopped chewing. Belphie quickly shot up from his brother’s bed, eyes blown wide and all sleepiness gone and dusted. 

The human on the other hand, relinquished in their shock as they smiled smugly. The amount of power and confidence that surged through them at that moment could have rivalled Lucifer's own pride. 

The room stayed silent for many seconds. 

Until Beel finally seemed to process what was in front of him. The terror was soon replaced by concern as he lunged at the human, picking them up by their hips and hoisting them in the air. 

“Are you alright!”

Damn. The last time you heard him with that tone was during that one time Lucifer banned him from opening the fridge for a full week. 

Still super sweet though. 

Belphie laid on the bed, still shocked as ever till he finally spoke. 

“What in the seven rings was that..?”

Looks like you had a lot of explaining to do. 

Two other people demons of Devildom now knew your secret. 'MC' clarified their questions and inquiries and eased their concerns. They invited both of the twins to their daily stretching activities, telling them that they were allowed to come in at any day of the week.

If this kept up, ‘MC’ ’s room is gonna become the living room.

No doubt.

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A normal, happy and healthy person living a good life would probably have slept before 10 pm in the night. 

Jokes on ‘MC’, they live in a house with seven crazy demon brothers with about 8 assignments due the next week, which, if not completed, would trigger a boss fight with a crazy Lucifer in his demon form ready to strum their ass to one of the house’s chandeliers. 

Surely, in this threatening condition, this was the most terrible way to spend their time.

But who cares? They have about six days to do them. They can do it! (Stop lying to yourself). Sure, it’ll be hard, but all they have to do is manage their time strategically. (No. Seven demon brothers crave for your attention like stranded puppies. Ain't no way.)

For now, let’s focus on the anime. 

Even though the anime was in front of them, ‘MC’ kept glancing to their right at Leviathan, most specifically, his face and its expressions. The way they just lit up, seemingly having stars in them. Adorable little otaku, he was. 

It was a battle scene, between a human and a demon. The human was a retired army officer, hellbent on getting revenge for his dead pet by killing all the demons in hell. Things just got spicy as the human had encountered one of the strongest demons in hell. It was the last episode of the second season. 

The battle was only ten to twenty minutes long, but it seemed to go on forever. Watching the two characters clash blades (and claws) against each other. The main character kept on ripping and tearing through all of it, while the demon soon got nervous about his mortal enemy’s strength. ‘MC’ felt Leviathan gripping onto their hand tightly in anticipation. So tightly that they felt it go a little numb. The fight was almost over. Time to wait and see.

The third born needed his therapist and emotional support Henry. 

Right now.

The credits rolled, as the third born sobbed into ‘MC’s clothing, muttering profanities and cries in a small, hiccuping voice. 

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.. *sob* He.. *hic* He was … Why..?”

‘MC' felt him cling onto their attire even more, and consoled them, wrapping their arms around them aswell, and cooing reassurances. 

“Now now Levi.. At least he can rest in peace now, can’t he? Besides, he might meet his pet up above in heaven..”

The third born finally looked up at them. His eyes still had tears in them, threatening to flow. Voice still raspy and small, he commanded them. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that again..”

With the sweetest smile ‘MC’ could muster, they repeated their words. The otaku burst into a crying and sobbing mess again, clinging to the human like their life depended on it. 

This would take awhile..

“Better?”

“Better.”

And soon, the otaku went back to his crazy rants about multiple animes and mangas. The human paid as much attention as they could, but it was past five in the morning, and they were in desperate need of some shut-eye. 

“Soooo… ‘MC’..”

‘MC’ looked at him properly, shaking themself awake. 

“Yeah?”

“Uhhhmm…” The otaku fiddled with his hands out of nervousness. “I-I’ve seen it in several animes and mangas.. O-of humans bending and stuff… And y-you’ve also seen it a-alot.. Right..?”

Oh. 

Ohhhhh.

Looks like it’s time to tell Levi. 

“Yep!” They smiled towards him. “Satan actually confronted me about this. He became my yoga partner. Although he never does it, just assists me in doing it.”

Oop. The stars in Levi’s eyes are back. Brighter than ever. 

Did Asmo come into the room? Cause ‘MC’ swore they heard his squeal. Looks like Asmo and Levi really are brothers. 

He instantly got up from his spot, ran towards his bookshelves filled with mangas and started searching for something desperately like his life was on the line. After a few minutes he came back, instantly flipping to a certain page and shoving it in their face. 

“Can you do this pose?! Please, Pleeeaaaasseee, Say yes!”

There was no need for alarm clocks that day. Levi’s excited scream was all everyone needed that day. 

With a yelp, Mammon instantly shot up from the couch he slept on, and majestically rolled onto the floor. 

The cat that Satan snuck into his room yowled at the sudden scream. Both loud noises were enough to wake him up, and Levi’s scream just pissed him off for it to be a bad day. 

Asmo’s eyes were the first to react. They instantly opened the moment he heard it. Next were his hands. His nails dug into his pillows. So much for beauty sleep. 

Beel felt himself jump a little on his bed, awaking him from his dream. Such a nice dream it was too. What did Levi do this time?

Belphie is.. well. Belphie. As if a scream could ever wake him up. Devildom could be in the middle of an earthquake and he would be fine, just sleeping away. 

‘MC’ received the bulk of it. They couldn’t even cover their own ears as they were still in that position. 

Lucifer felt himself jolt awake from his desk. Even his well soundproofed office couldn't stop Levi’s scream. Why was everyone screaming so much nowadays?

Lucifer looked down at his desk. Due to the sudden movement, the ink bottle got tipped over, spilling ink all over his precious documents. The same documents that he had been working on yesterday and today night. Dread crept up his spine, knowing that all of his hard work was wasted so far. The dread soon died down, and in it's place was pure, unfiltered rage of the Morningstar.

“LEVIATHAN..?”

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A notification from their DDD caught ‘MC’ ‘s attention. Normally, you would ignore it, for now is study-time, not having-fun time, and if they didn’t study, it would be getting-punished-by-Lucifer-time. 

But a message from the demon butler of the Royal Castle should probably not be ignored. 

BARBATOS

< 'MC', would you visit the Castle for an important secret matter? 

    If you so wish, I can come to escort you.

Sure Barbs. What time? > 

< Preferably soon. Doesn't matter what time. 

   Also, do not tell Lucifer. 

This isn’t how he normally texts them. Something was obviously up. Secret matter? Were they in trouble? They tried to recall anything that would have triggered the anger of the Prince or his butler, but nothing came to mind. Or did Diavolo want to see them again, and used Barbatos to inform them? Didn’t explain Barbatos’ weird cheery and casual tone at all.

Ah welp. They’ll cross that bridge when they get to it. 

The castle’s fancy wooden doors were in front of them. The huge doors seemingly taunting their nervousness. They were a little scared to knock. Finally sucking it up with a huge breath, they lifted their hand to knock on the door.  Which swung open before they even knocked, revealing the butler. The currently, very weird butler.

Something was definitely off.. His smile was completely different. It looked the exact same, but it radiated something else entirely. When they first saw Barbatos smile was when they first invited to the castle. It was a simple smile, and as stunning and beautiful it was, it still radiated elegance, serenity, courtesy, responsibility and maturity. 

This smile was entirely different. But they couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was different expect for the energy it radiated. 

The butler seemingly seemed to have read your thoughts and seen your confusion, as his smile got wider the next second. He let go a chuckle, simple turned around and said, “Follow me, ‘MC'  dear.”

…

OKAY. Something is DEFINETELY wrong. Barbatos is never that bold. He didn’t even greet you like he normally does. It was like he decided to throw off the butler facade for today. 

Was he mad? No he wasn’t, he called them dear. What if he was planning on sadistically torturing them? No dummy, that would interfere with Diavolo’s plan. What if Dia was part of this and wanted to execute them?

The most irrational thoughts come when a person is scared, they say. They were right. 

His movements seemed similar to normal, but there definitely was something wrong with the energy it gave off. The ‘elegant butler of the Royal Castle’ aura was completely gone. His walk itself felt weird. And his smile.. It seemed as if he was lost in some happy dream. 

What does the lord have in store for them now?

The tea was piping hot, but the chocolate chip cookies were warm. And strangely comforting.

‘MC’ was currently stuck in Barbatos’ room. Not the time travelling one filled with doors and stairs that break the working of physics.  Currently in Barbatos’ other room, he and ‘MC’ sat for a simple cup of tea and snacks. Barbatos seemed to be reminiscing of some old forgotten memory, tea cup and saucer in his hands. “This bedroom was gifted to me by the Young Master. No matter what I said, he simply wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” He fondly chuckled with his eyes closed, his smile flashing his white teeth. 

They got the message Barbatos, you probably ate or drank something you shouldn’t have. 

“Before I get too carried away,” He placed his cup and saucer down. And looked straight at the human, dead in the eyes. Gone was the elegance and serenity that he normally wore like a mask. His eyes were dark with mischief with his cheerful smile seemingly radiating some sort of malice.

‘MC’ is now the first ever person in all of the three realms to see this side of the Royal Butler. Alive, that is. 

“I wish to enact a plan of vengeance of sorts, take it as you will. And your contribution,” He pointed a gloved index toward the human. “Will make things much more amusing for all, mostly me.”

That look was doing terrible things to ‘MC’. They should really stop spending too much time with Asmo. Best option is to go to Purgatory Hall and visit Simeon and Luke.

“And.. What exactly should I do?” They tried to sound bold, but to no avail. Barbatos figured they were a bit confused and scared. The Prince’s butler should know how to read and find out a person’s ulterior motive, to protect both the heir and their legacy. 

“Well, the one thing you have compared to everyone present in this realm shall suffice to help me. This is all I ask, little human.”

There he goes again, second time he’s called them by a nickname. But what did he mean..?

“The one thing I have..?” ‘MC’ furrowed their brows in thought. “My mortality..?

“How about a clue?” The smile mellowed down from intimidating to a little less. “I wish to scare someone.”

Something that only they have that can help Barbatos in a vengeful plan to scare someone..

A light bulb seemed to click. “My flexibility!”. The butler clapped his hands, glee evident in his face. “Correct! Well done, little one.” ‘MC’ would have blushed a little if they still weren't so puzzled. “May I ask questions first please?”

“Of course. Go ahead.” The butler folded his leg over the other, placing his hands on his lap. 

“ First question, How did you know about this?”

Another chuckle, with the sweetest of smiles. “I am a timelord dear, of course I know about this. Also, what kind of butler would I be if I didn’t know anything about my guests?”

“To know about my flexibility seems a bit far, but sure. You are Barbatos after all. Next question.” ‘MC’ folded their arms.

“What did poor Lucifer do to you?”

“Well, I wished to see his facade crack. You are aware of the facade he keeps in front of everyone. Even when he shows some form of kindness, only the most keen eyed see the message behind his actions. Only a select few have seen him at his weakest.”

“Something tells me that this isn’t your main reason.”

The smile just vanished into thin air. Gone. “He let a family of mice into the castle when he entered the castle a few days ago. Left the door ajar.” The monotonous tone of his voice was scary, if this wasn’t so comical. “I still haven't found those cretins, but I hear their squeaks in the halls. The food in the pantry is also being mysteriously eaten. I haven’t been able to sleep much because of them. So I decided to be a little mischievous and plan revenge.”

“Okay then.. I won't question you there, so last question.” The human stood up from the table. 

“Are you cursed or something?”

“Excuse me?” He tilted his head in confusion, eyes blown a little wide. 

“You're acting so carefree and cute today! Like a little kid waiting for a cone of ice cream! So answer me Barbs, are you cursed?”

Barbatos giggled. No, giggled. Emphasis is necessary. With a mirthful tone, he answered. “No, not at all.. As I said before, I’m just feeling a little naughty is all.”

A muddle of emotions and thoughts were felt by the human. Confusion (WHAT IS GOING ON?), Adoration (His giggle sounds so adorablee!~ Why did I not record it?), and so on and so forth. 

“Dear, are you alright?”

‘MC’ ‘s thoughts came to a halt as they laughed as well. “It feels a bit weird seeing you act like this, but I’ll take it. Never knew I needed this adorable side of you. It’s only fair though, you work too much, you deserve to have atleast a bit of fun.”

The butler smiled again, showing a bit of his fangs now. “So, are you in?”

“I’m in. 

“Oh dear, the tea’s gone cold.”

‘MC’ could have almost cried out of sorrow at the loss of the warmth of the cookies. Soon, they felt like crying with happiness  when Barbatos offered to bake a new batch with their assistance. They would get to see more cute and adorable Barbs with an extra batch of chocolate cookies. Win-Win.

Except that Beel would be after them once they got back home.

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"LUCIFERR!"

The door swung open with a kick that started the demon in the room.

The demon took a deep breath in, feeling another incoming headache. 

First the brothers being their problem causing selves, Diavolo acting like a child, and strangely, Barbatos giving his form of a stink eye. Probably because he still didn’t apolozise for the rat incident (It wasn’t his fault the rats walked in through the door).

And now, ‘ MC ’ was up to something. At least it seemed like it. 

“Good evening ‘ MC ’ . I presume your day has been well?

The butler stood close to Lucifer behind his shoulder, his index pointing at a few words on a few documents. Seems like Barbatos was keeping Lucifer distracted. Good. 

All was going well..

“Good evening Barbs! Today’s been splendid! I found a new trend with Asmo on Devil Snap and we tried it together.”

Barbatos smiled openly, giving a glimpse of his teeth. “Ah, good.” Lucifer couldn’t see the smile from his view, but the human saw it crystal clear. There’s the signal. “It’s good to see that you are having fun.”

“Actually, that was the reason why I’m here.” Lucifer felt his curiosity slightly peak, along with mild annoyance. He was busy, a stack of paper had to be completed by today, or it would pile up tomorrow. “It won’t take too long, I just need you to do a few small things.”

Lucifer huffed and sighed. “I.. I suppose I could. Depending on the task.”

‘ MC ’ smiled with pure joy. Picking acting as a club in school really paid off well. 

“How far can you bend?”

Lucifer felt himself get taken aback by the question. Were demons testing and showing off their flexibility on Devildom’s social platforms? It was stupid. Many demons could end up getting injured. Their joints weren’t built for more than normal movement. Anything other than that could cause serious damage to them.

He’d have to look into the matter. 

“Asmo presumed you would be flexible, and I got really curious, sooo…” They tilted their head to their side looking away from him. He could see the slight blush on their cheeks and embarrassment in their eyes. Lucifer would have genuinely smiled if Barbatos wasn’t behind them. How was this fiery whirlwind so gentle like a breeze now?

But still.. Barbatos is here.

‘ MC ’ noticed his hesitance. Looks like it’s gonna take more than that huh?

Sorrow, embarrassment and regret flashed in their eyes as they quickly looked at the duo trying to dismiss themselves. “I-It’s fine if you don't want to.. I get that you’re busy with Barbatos and all-”

“Oh, no no no, it’s fine ‘ MC ’ .” Lucifer didn’t like seeing their expression on their face. It’s been too long since he had seen them, the paperwork made sure of that. And he’d rather not leave them hanging.

Barbatos grinned. Wait, no. Grinned. Emphasis is necessary. He would have almost fallen for that too. ‘ MC ’ was clearly well renowned for acting. 

“So.” Lucifer stood up from his desk and walked towards them. “How does this ‘little trend’ work?

‘ MC ’ smiled, one of pure joy. “All you have to do is try to touch your toes. This is as far as I can go.” Mc turned around and bent till the tip of their middle fingers touched the floor. 

Lucifer felt himself go into shock. Are they okay? He heard several times that humans were the most flexible of the three species, but to what extent? He wasn’t sure. But ‘ MC ’ didn’t seem to be in any pain. In fact, after holding the position for a few seconds, they slightly split and bent their legs, letting Lucifer see their grinning face.  Barbatos approached ‘ MC ’ with a small smile. The facade was back on. “Impressive ‘ MC ’. Most humans tend to struggle to touch their fingers to the floor.”

Eh? Does that mean that the rumours were fake? Of course, only to a small extent. This was a task that a demon as athletic as Beel struggled with.

‘ MC ’ properly stood up facing Barbatos directly. “Thanks Barbs.” The human turned to face Lucifer. “Anyway, your turn, Luci.” They smiled again, one of pure excitement.  Lucifer leaned down, and was successfully able to touch his pinkie to the floor. But ‘ MC ’ was vigilant. His knees were bending. Despite that, both the human and the butler could see him slightly trembling. 

“Luci, your knees are bending.” Lucifer sweared at himself inside. He should have been honest. Instead of avoiding a blow to his pride, he just made it even bigger. “Hold on.”
The human walked towards him until they would have been face to face. Then, to his (and Barbatos’ slight) horror, He watched as their back bent. It kept bending and bending until he could practically see their head emerging from between your split legs. You kept yourself slightly balanced on your hands as you adjusted your posture, and finally, the two of you were face to face. 

Their hands reached out to adjust his knees, but failed to do so as he snapped back up instantly. He looked perpetually shocked as he stared at them. His hair was slightly dishevelled from the changes in gravity and his red eyes, normally calm and composed, now shone with shock and fear. 

Looked like someone triggered a PTSD flashback of the Celestial War.

Barbatos appeared a little shocked, but when the human turned to take a look at him, they could see the sadistic glee in his eyes. That's what you get for bringing those abomination creatures into the Castle. 

In his exhaustion and stupor, Lucifer failed to notice the new pen Barbatos wore along with his handkerchief in his vest’s pocket.

A laugh echoed through the hallways of the House of Lamentation.

“HAHAHAHAHAH! TAKE THAT PRIDEY MC’PRIDE FACE!”

Beel looked at Belphie in shock as everyone stared at the side monitor. Asmodeus came in with a few bottles of fruit juice in his hands. 

“Dear Diavolo, Belphie! Don’t laugh like that! It’s so scary..”

Belphie shut up after that remark, but the glint of happiness in his eyes didn’t go. 

He wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Oi Levi! Zoom in! Zoom the camera dangit! I wanna see my bro’s face!”

“Shut up stupidmammon! Don’t tell me what to do!” Leviathan did it anyway. 

Satan looked like a kid in Candyland. “Good one ‘ MC ’ !” The pride flowing through his veins was high. He felt proud for training and supervising that human. "Hats off to Barbatos for that camera pen."

“Levi! Take a few screenshots and send them to me! This is sooo gonna trend on Devilgram!”

What? You thought the butler's revenge ended there?

After the rowdy laughter of the seventh born was heard, Barbatos quickly took the human’s hand in his and teleported to the Castle’s kitchen. First, there was silence. Then a giggle. Then resounding laughter. “OH! Oh, the look on his face!” There lay the human, clutching onto their knee and the kitchen counter like their life depended on it, unable to stop their laughter. 

Barbatos laughed along with them. A noise that was now compared to the melodic tinkling of bells in their mind. “I suppose, it is time to reveal a small surprise I have for you now. My way of saying thanks."

The human’s laughs went down to silent chuckles, a goofy grin on their face. “Yeah?”

Barbatos smiled yet again. He walked towards the pantry and pulled something out. First it was Lucifer, now it is the human’s turn. 

In the butler’s hands, lay a tray, filled with food. Their favourite soup, creamy and thick and hot enough for their tastes, their favourite drink, with the perfect ratios, and a piece of Barbatos’ homemade chocolate truffle cake. The meal was completed by Barbatos’ smile. Not his fake one. His real genuine one. He placed the tray onto the counter, and grabbed their hands, guiding them towards the freezer. 

Opening the door revealed a multitude of pastries, each with varying colours, textures and flavours. 

The butler felt the human clutching their hands tighter. “Barbatos... Is this..” They turned to him, surprise and shock visible in their eyes. He squeezed their hands back, his eyes radiating warmth. “I talked to Diavolo, if you could stay for a few days. If you choose to do so, then you can complete these during your stay. I need a new taste tester." He looked down, a weary expression on his face. "The brothers often get to spoil you alot, and the angels and that sorcerer dedicate so much of their time to you. I’m an extremely busy demon, so I'm afraid that this is the most I can do. It’s not much-”

He was cut off by the human hugging him with full force, squeezing him tightly. "Are you kidding?! How long did this take?" They looked at him, their eyes radiating excitement. "Of course I'll stay. I'll cherish each bite." They leaned into the butler, engulfing him in their warmth as much as possible. "Thank you. So so so much."

He returned their hug. He didn’t remember the last time he felt so fond of someone.

The human slowly sipped the warm soup. Even the non-soup lovers would have changed their opinion on soup after a sip. And the dish! It felt like their parent’s cooking. The desert. A gift from the Celestial realm, ironic since a demon made it. Barbatos watched them enjoy his meal as he sent a few quick texts to Lucifer.

LUCIFER

That's what you get for bringing those filthy beasts into my territory. >

  The due date for those documents is in five days.   

Oh, and the human will stay over for some time. 

He put his DDD back into his pocket. Desserts were sweet, and Revenge is sweeter. But the sweetest of them all at the current moment were the stars in the humans eyes and their unbridled glee as they savoured his cooking. 

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It was a stupid drunk thought that started this. It is both surprising and.. Honestly expected. 

People do say and do stupid yet funny or glorious, heck. In some situations both. 

Thank Diavolo for that wine Barbatos gave them.  That meal was good (beautiful, delectable, magnifique, 5 stars, encore), and the wine was a beautiful finishing touch, even though it probably didn’t go with the meal made and given.  It was good wine, because of obvious reasons, but strong too. Eventually, it took effect and ‘MC’ was almost out cold, with the witness, i.e. Barbatos, staring and chuckling at their drunken ramblings. 

Suddenly, an idea of a genius came into their head. Perhaps if they remembered it, they could get started on it. 

Not now though. They doubt they could walk in a straight line properly. 

They remembered. 

They remembered and thank God and Diavolo that they did. 

Barbatos was soon greeted by the human muttering out plans in excitement. Seeing them, he got fired up about it too.  The demon butler and the human soon agreed on calling a third person who could help them in their little plan. 

“You called?” In walked a snow-haired wizard, donning his usual black robes. Albeit a little bit messier than they remembered.  

“SOL!”

‘MC’ ran towards him. “I’m glad you’re here! Sorry if I woke you.”

"Who wouldn’t be up after such a crazy text from you?”

He took out his phone and showed it to Barbatos, who was walking towards the two. 

Wizard Grandpa

Sol! >

Get your fat ass over to the Demon Castle!    

We got peeps to prank!    

“Hehe..” The butler smiled one of his special smiles (a new category of his smiles deemed by ‘MC’ themselves). “Their plan has me quite enthusiastic aswell. I’m sure you will enjoy it too. It’ll be fun looking at everyone’s faces if we decide to execute it~” The butler winked at Solomon, pressing his index finger to his lips, his eyes darkening a pinch. 

“Show me what the plan is first.” The sorcerer stuffed his hands into his pockets (yass king), as chill as ever.

“Follow me~”

The butler walked back in such a way that Asmo would have accused him of seducing someone. 

Solomon smiled throughout the conversation, but the second Barbatos turned his back, he instantly looked ‘MC’ in the eyes, his own flashing shock with a tinge of fear. 

“Barbatos isn’t planning on torturing me is he? Or is he just high or drunk of dru-”

“Pshh, nah. Don’t worry! It’s all safe. He just needs to get me a helper for this stunt, since he can’t help me directly in this one.”

The three were seated in the butler’s room, which shocked him even more (“Are you completely sure he’s not gonna torture me?”), but the second the objective was told, and a small demonstration was shown, he was on board. 

“This will be interesting.. Barbatos is right. This will be fully entertaining..”

“So…”, ‘MC’ placed their leg on their other.

“Shall we discuss the details?”

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From the Demon King’s Castle, Lucifer walked back to the House of Lamentation as swiftly as he could. The panicked phone call from Asmodeus plus the screams and cries in the background were normally something he would ignore under normal circumstances but the second the human’s name was spoken, he was instantly up and on his way. Diavolo heard the news and sent him off to take care of them and look at the situation. 

He reached the House swiftly, not caring to knock and entering.

The house was quiet. Eerily quiet. 

He briskly went to their room. Soon, the cries and screams of the panicked demon brothers were heard, steadily increasing the closer he went. 

He opened the door without knocking. 

Mammon was screaming baloney near the footrest of the bed, hand gestures and movements seemingly from a cartoon character. In a corner, under the desk lay Leviathan, seemingly having some sort of a breakdown. Beelzebub was squatting beside the third eldest, his face twisted in worry for both the human and his older brother, handing out a hamburger from a massive stack of hamburgers he held in his left hand, somehow breaking gravity. Asmo was sitting on the bed to the human’s left, stuttering out words in a panic with his makeup ruined by tears (No wonder Asmo begged him for waterproof mascara). Belphegor hugged ‘MC’ from the left, his face buried into their side with a worried expression as he slept. He was also wearing Levi’s headphones. Satan, the only calm and rational one out of the six younger ones, bandaged the human’s arm, with a worried, yet focused look on his face. 

And then there was ‘MC’. 

Laying on the bed, also seemingly asleep along with Belphie, with a slight look of pain and discomfort on their face, and injuries on their right arm and left foot, the cause of this crazy show, the one and only, ‘MC’.

It was so chaotic that no one seemed to have noticed his presence. 

Lucifer took a deep breath in, and out. 

He took the headphones from Belphegor’s ears and placed them as gently as he could on the human’s ears. He leaned to Satan and whispered loud enough for him to hear. “ Stay here and help them. Although..” He smiled “You might want to close your ears.”

Satan looked up from his work and looked him in the eyes, an annoyed expression on his face. “And why should I do that..?”

Lucifer’s smile turned into one of his signature smirks. A deep breath in, and it stayed until-

“EVERYONE OF YOU IDIOTS, GET OUT! NOWW!!”

Satan, quick as ever, shut his ears in a heartbeat. The others were not so lucky. Belphie snapped awake instantly, jolting from the sudden scream. The tower of Hamburgers in Beelzebub’s hand wobbled, almost falling over and it would have if it wasn’t for the practice the sixth born had in balancing piled foods. Asmo shrieked as if he was a human witnessing a demon being called right in front of their eyes. Levi yelped from his seat from under the table at the corner. And if Lucifer’s yell was an earthquake, Mammon’s scream was like an aftershock of it. 

After that everyone duly shifted out the door, except for Belphegor who Beel picked up and threw over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and Satan, who continued on with tending to ‘MC’. 

Lucifer approached the bed and took a seat to the left. “They fractured their right arm and left leg. It was from an accident gone wrong, Solomon told us. A spell gone wrong, I assume.” Satan tightened the bandages and muttered a spell, making sure that they were not glued to their arm. Satan tapped on the now-solid bandages, checking their hardness and strength.

“Can’t we use magic?”

Satan wrapped another layer, and made a sling. “Not in this state. They're really drowsy, had something to do with the spell. Not to mention, they seem to have a fever. Best to let nature take its course. And with that, my work is done.”

Satan stood up and dusted his pants. He took up his book from their bed and walked to the door. “I’ll inform the others about their condition. Take care of them for now.”

With that, the fourth born was gone. 

Lucifer placed a hand on the human’s forehead. Satan was right. They were burning up. Spells were off the list. He patted their head slowly. 

The human stirred from their sleep. He smiled fondly, removing the headphones. 

"Are you feeling better, my dear?"

They but nodded slightly, leaning into the touch. 

"Don't worry.. Rest until you get better."

It's all going to plan. The human grabbed their DDD to text their partners in crime. The headache was slowly receding, allowing them to think and type properly.

'Now, we wait...'

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“There's something circulating through Devildom,”
Lucifer put down the newspaper in his hand to stare at Asmodeus, who was sitting on the floor with the rest of the brothers playing Uno. “And it was sponsored by Barbies, apparently. It's like some form of circus act.”

Mammon turned his head from the floor. “Plus two! Any idea whatsit about?”

Satan placed another plus two. “I heard from a few friends, but I didn't hear what it was about. Some were frozen in terror or screaming with excitement about it.”

Leviathan retorted with a plus four. “Colour to Blue. I’ve read debates and reviews about it online. I didn't read it properly though. Ruri-Chan is more important.”

Asmo placed a blue plus two. “I know that Barbatos sponsored it. But no one is allowed to take photos during the performance, for some reason.”

Beel and Belphie placed another plus two down. “Uno.” Belphie patted him and leaned his head into his shoulder. “Good job.” 

“HAH?! WHY DO I HAVE TO TAKE ALL THE PLUS CARDS!”

Satan looked up from his cards. “You started the fire, now burn in it.”

“Sorry, but you kiiinda brought that into yourself, Mammon.” 'MC' looked up from the couch they were sleeping on. It was over a month or two. Their arm and leg was still healing. The fever was gone though. They walked around with the help of a crutch (or with the help of the brothers).

“Going back to the topic before, Diavolo actually invited all of us to attend a show along with him. The angels will be there too.” “And I’m guessing I'm not allowed to come to the show?” 'MC' looked from the corner of their eye to the chair near the fireplace.
Lucifer folded the paper and placed it onto the coffee table. “I’m sorry little lamb, but Barbatos informed me that crowds will be harsh, and considering your injury, it will be more dangerous. Not to mention, you have some extra work to complete.” The brothers were staring at him weirdly from the floor. “However, we can video call you.”
“Yes please! I wanna see the show.”
"Alright then, Barbatos, or I will call you.”

Lucifer was quite thankful that he didn't bring them. Barbatos was right. The crowds were harsh. There was a queues long enough to fill every single corridor in RAD which was certain to overflow the chosen venue, one of the biggest theatres the Devildom could offer.
The air also felt suffocating, with the lack of proper air and excitement and curiosity of the demons in the area. 

Diavolo had also him some extra and official news. The show was ‘definetely from a demon’ and this show was special as photos and videos were allowed to be taken during this particular show.

They had recieved seats in the upper areas, with a better view. Asmodeus, Leviathan and Mammon had their DDD’s at the ready, except Levi was gaming. Beel was chowing down on a sandwich probably thrice the size of his forearm with Belphie and Luke using his shoulders as a support to rest their head and sleep. Diavolo and Luke seemed ready to jump out of his seat. The only one behaving was Satan and Simeon, who were sitting peacefully. Under normal circumstances, he would take Barbatos into consideration aswell, but he was smiling like he just saw Solomon spitting out his own blood, choking on it and dying on the spot. 

Speaking of Solomon, where was that crazy sorcerer?

Lucifer couldn't think on it longer, as the curtains split apart to show a figure. He whipped out his phone to call 'MC', and dialed their number. The call was not answered, but he did receive a text, saying that they were a bit tired and were going to sleep. They asked if he could get Asmo to shoot a video on their behalf. 

“Asmo, make sure that the video is good. 'MC' is going to sleep and asked if you could take a proper video.”

Asmodeus practically jumped up in joy and immediately adjusted the camera to an impossibly higher quality. 

The stage lights were activated and a bright white light illuminated the theatre. All lights turned to the stage. Standing on the stage was a figure, wearing pure white. They wore something like a tight swimsuit that extended till their shoulders and above the knees. A white hood appeared to be covering their hair and possibly, their horns. The only parts of the outfit that were not white were a few black stripes running across the white swimsuit-like outfit, a black scarf-like cloth that hung around their neck, pieces of simple obsidian jewellery that seemed to glimmer in the light, and a black masquerade mask made of obsidian, covering their face. 

The figure put their right foot back, and bowed, police and graceful. A part of the crowd erupted in cheer before the performance even started, while some looked at their companions in confusion. 

The performer then stood straight and turned their back to the audience. They moved their hands. Their left arm reached the top of their back while the right proceeded to touch the left from below and under. Their gloved hands clasped each other from behind their back, while the audience ‘ah’ed in wonder and cringed in pain. This was but the beginning. The performer twisted their limbs outward and slightly towards their left. The left arm folded slightly inwards and.. paused. 

The crowd started feeling phantom pains in their limbs as they watched in anticipation. 

CRACK

Many in the audience screamed out of horror, including Asmodeus and Mammon sitting above.

The performer had seemingly twisted their arms up above their head in a fraction of a second. If they looked carefully, they could see the shoulder blades of the performer through their suit, pressing against the fabric abnormally. 

Belphie awoke to the screams, and Beel suddenly got a small fright. Asmo’s camera and Leviathan’s phone were shaking violently because of their owners. Mammon suddenly felt immensely sick. Simeon and Luke felt a phantom pain sear up his shoulder area, where their wings would have normally been present. Even Diavolo and Lucifer, who were normally composed in gatherings such as these, felt their blood rush out from their face, and were ready to exit the theatre. The only one who was calm was Barbatos, and he was staring at Lucifer and Diavolo’s expressions with a small dark smile on his face. 

Lucifer’s senses returned to him in a flash, his hands diving into his pockets to take out his DDD. He dialed 'MC' s number immediately. 

'If that is them on stage, they will be in such deep trouble. I will make sure of it.' He got up and walked swiftly to a corner, unnoticing Barbatos' now twisted smile. 

To his surprise, the call was answered after a long minute, with a groggy voice on the other line. “Lucifer..?”

So it wasn’t 'MC' on stage?!

He quickly regained composure. “I’m sorry 'MC' , I forgot you were sleeping. I will talk to you once I have returned.” With that, the call was swiftly cut. 

“Lucifer!” The demon turned to see the Prince  ushering him to come quickly. 

The figure on stage was now turning their head to face the audience. A slight smile was present on their face. WIth no hints of pain or discomfort. 

“Pardon me, did I scare you..?” The voice seemed warbled, like that of a man’s and a woman’s voice merged together unevenly. “That is but the beginning. I was hoping you all were prepared for this grande finale..” Their voice sighed sounding slightly disappointed. “Alas, I was wrong.”

The crowd immediately pleaded for the performer to continue, that they were ready. 

After some time, the figure caved in. “Alright, alright.. I warned you all, and yet you ask for me to continue. Very well then.”

Their arms unlatched, their hands going towards their black hood, and pulling it back. While hair that slowly bended into pitch black were set free, cascading to their true length. On their head, were a pair of horns that curled into each other similar to a ram’s horns, which were embroidered with Platinum or silver at the tips in a regal design. 

“Now..”

The figure, who acted graceful and petite, suddenly extended her arms and bent her back as much as possible, their head fully peeking out from between their thighs. Their hands clasped above their lower stomach, which pressed down against it to bring their upper body closer and closer till they appeared to be like a slice of bread folded in half. They had a small wicked smile, showing some of their teeth, which appeared to be fanged. They subconsciously licked their lower lip, enjoying the terror in the face of their beloved audience. 

“Let the show begin.”

The audience was left awestruck and traumatized at the display shown. Sometimes the figure would gracefully bend in ways they never fathomed they could. Sometimes, the figure seemingly twisted their limbs in such ways that the audience thought that the bones had been shattered to bits. Their facial expressions would also change, sometimes their gaze gentle and with the smile of a doll,  during other times, their gaze sadistic with a smirk of pure confidence. 

The figure spoke confidently and loudly.

"The final act is completed..!" Their voice softened, now showing a hint of amusement And the Seven Sins, the Future King and the Messengers of Heaven who sit above look quite dumbstruck~" Said people turned to look at the performer, who was smiling like they hit the jackpot. 

"For being such a good audience, I believe it is time for an award. Are you ready..?" The crowd erupted into cheers of approval and excitement. "That tells me everything I need to know."

A bubble of water manifested, as a similar figure walked onto the stage. He was similarly dressed as the figure, except that he was clad in black with a white scarf. His fingers were covered in platinum rings, as he adorned a shining platinum mask. His hair was jet black, with streaks of white at the end.
The crowd radiated excitement to see a new partner of the performer.’ Who is this man?’

“Now, for the rewards..”
Both figures now appeared to be floating in the air, while swirls of black and white magic surrounded them. The energy felt vaguely familiar, but no one was able to confirm the source from which it came from. Soon, both performers landed on a platform, just in front of the enormous water bubble. 

Lucifer felt his pocket vibrate, and opened his DDD to see‘MC' calling him. He lifted the phone and placed it to his ear. 

“Got you~”

Simultaneously, both figures threw their scarves over their heads and leaped into the water. The water slowly changed color, now obscuring both of the figures underwater. And out of the water, landed the two figures, backs facing the audience. But there was no need to see their faces to know who they were, for many a times, they had seen these figures strolling through the Devildom, one of them who had forged pacts with seventy two demons, known as Solomon the Wise, and the other who was the master of the seven sins, the recent Human Exchange Student, ‘MC'. 

Both figures now turned to face the audience, holding hands in a tight grip, holding their platinum and obsidian masks in the other. 

“And with this, does the show finally end!” Solomon spoke cheekily, an overly amused smirk on his face. “We hope you enjoyed what we had planned for you.”

“A vote of thanks, to my dear human partner-in-crime, Solomon,” Solomon did a casual salute to the audience, “the one who helped in funds, the right hand of Prince Diavolo, Barbatos,” The sins, prince, angels and the crowd below swiveled to look at the butler, who gave a polite bow, “The people who kept an eye on me during training, so that I wouldn’t hurt myself,” ‘MC' gazed towards the sins sitting above, “And, finally, to my beloved audience and supporters, to whose expectations, I hope I lived up to.”

Both the humans did a classic French bow, putting their opposite legs back, and bowed their heads, one arm tucked in front of them masks in hand, the other extending out.

“We thank you. 

The audience exploded in a thunderous roar, clapping till their hands felt numb and whooping at the top of their voices. This was truly, a ‘One of a Kind’ show, something that was beyond impossible for them, but achievable for a mortal. 

Up above, The Seven Sins smiled and/or applauded. Simeon smiled weakly, still feeling the slight phantom pains in his back. Luke and Diavolo watched the show eagerly, and once convinced that ‘MC'  was fine, seemed ready to jump off their seats to swoop in and hug their human companions. Barbatos, merely chuckled, enjoying and reminiscing the excitement and horror found on everyone’s faces during the show.

Solomon, standing next to ‘MC' spoke loud enough for them to hear. “I've taken secret photos and videos of everyone’s expression during your performance. Wanna come over to Purgatory Hall to go through them? You should see Diavolo and Mammon clinging to Lucifer for dear life.”

There was only one correct answer. 

“ Fuck yes.”