His blond eyebrows were furrowed in concentration mirrored by his emerald eyes, which were quickly scanning through every word on the page in front of them. The demon in front of you was completely and utterly gorgeous and if you didn’t take note of that earlier you sure did now. You only stopped when your knees hit the side of the armchair Satan was sitting in. Naturally, you were met with no response whatsoever, which was a good sign for you to keep moving. “Hey, Satan.” You called out, just in case the demon suddenly decided that he needed an unlikely break from reading. One that was bound to succeed purely because you told yourself a thousand times that failure simply wasn’t acceptable.Īnd so, as you walked closer and closer towards the blond - haired demon, you prepped yourself mentally for what was about to happen. “Watch and learn.” You shot one last look over your shoulder towards the two demons, who were curiously watching your ever move. “Alright, boys.” You started walking towards Satan. “Hey! I want in on the action too!” Asmodeus’ high pitched voice sounded from behind you, causing you to break out in a giggle. “Mhm, anything you want, pretty boy.” You winked at Belphegor. “And if I win, which I will, you’ll have to sleep in my bed for the whole week.” “PFFT, yeah sure.” The demon in question agreed. “If I win, you have to custom make me a body pillow of Diavolo, alright?” I actually think my chances are pretty good here.” Your voice was dripping with confidence, a mischievous plan forming in your mind. “We just told you that it’s impossible.” Belphie’s confusion was evident on his face. “And how much do you want to bet that I could make him look up from his book?” “Banging pans and pots near his head, dragging the armchair outside in pouring rain, trying to pry the book out of the metal death grip that is his fingers… Heck, Mammon even tried to set the library on fire once.” Belphegor responded. You and Belphegor were standing a little further away, the latter having been dragged into the library against his own will. The four of you were in the library: Satan had his nose buried in one of the fattest books you’ve ever seen, unaware of anything that was happening around him. “And what exactly did you try?” You let your eyes wander around after the question left your lips, almost as if the answer was hidden somewhere between the hundreds of books surrounding you. “When Satan gets like this, it’s impossible trying to get his attention. The demon was watching the situation unfold with a sly smirk on his lips. “Oh, honey, don’t even bother!” Asmodeus piped up from one of the armchairs behind you. “And there’s really no way to break him out of this… trance?” You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.
I drink to forget, but I always remember.” You sighed. “Well, the Devildom’s authors don’t exactly have any time restrictions, since they’re uhhh… dead?” Belphegor let out a snort. “Wait…? 200 years…? How is that possible?” Your mouth fell agape. He won’t rest until he reads it from cover to cover. “Satan has been waiting for this book to come out for over 200 years. He’ll be fine.” You could feel Belphegor’s hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, though you knew he found your concern hilarious. “He hasn’t gotten up to eat, drink or go to the bathroom ever since that goddamn package arrived.” “Won’t he die?!” You could feel your eyes growing wide in an instant. “We just leave him be, I guess.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “What do you usually do when this happens?” You could see hints of a smile threatening to break out on Belphie’s face, the demon choosing to reply with a small shrug. You turned to look at the purple haired devil.
“Possibly.” Belphegor let out a disinterested sigh from the spot next to you.
“Are we absolutely sure he’s still breathing?” “He’s been like this since morning.” You cocked your head, observing the demon in front of you. In which the brothers and MC try to divert Satan’s attention away from a new book.
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