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Section 2. Subsection 5. Paragraph 3.
[LAST NAME], CJ.
“Don’t dance with Lucifer.”
Where did we leave off last time? Oh yeah, that’s right.
Lucifer’s a fucking asshole.
He was the Avatar of Pride so really, what were you expecting?
You stumbled to the buffet table as if you were drunk, even though you checked and you most definitely weren’t seeing as the pretty pink punch that Diavolo had sparkling on the table had 0% effect on humans. You couldn’t even drink away the stress of nearly meeting death or being threatened with it by the literal embodiments of hell that could devour you alive if they so wished.
Just, super.
Exhausted from your rather emotionally stressful dance with Lucifer and your magically electrocuting one with Solomon (you seriously couldn’t figure out what his deal was and you were beginning to assume he might be a sociopath), you let out an extended sigh as you drank in the sight of all the food sprawled on the clothed table. On closer inspection, you noted the intricate silver linings that patterned the cloth, leaving you appreciative of the décor as well as all the chinaware. The beautifully imprinted ceramics dotted with gold leaves and cursory lines, the scintillating transparent glasses full of blood red demonic alcohol (that you can’t even get drunk off, but at least it tastes good, a bit like Moscato) in culmination with the mouth-watering food made for an enticing sight.
You turned to your right and saw Beelzebub ravenously inhaling a skewer of exotic looking meats. It was almost terrifying in a way, how he carried four skewers in each hand, throwing his head back and shoving two of them so deep into his throat at the same time (the skewers were metallic too!), you wondered how it didn’t puncture a tube. Yet, he pulled the skewers out, his lips tightly pressed together, no doubt ensuring there was not a single hint of residue left behind as he had already begun chewing, brandishing the two empty skewers like a wand. As he shoved the next pair into his black hole of a mouth, you briefly considered telling Beelzebub he might have a career as a magician, the kind that can swallow needles or pull out a sword from their throat without butchering their insides.
As you watched him chomp away happily, his cheeks flushed from delight and as full as a chipmunk’s, you found yourself oddly endeared. You couldn’t help but smile.
“Beel~!” you sung in a particular musical tone that you reserved for your favourite niece, your aunt’s dog and now Beelzebub.
“Hm?” he hummed nonchalantly back and blinked curiously at you as you skipped up to him, his cheeks rounded and full. You quickly clasped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gushing.
‘You are literally so fucking adorable, how fucking dare you?’ You thought silently to yourself as Beelzebub offered you a big smile, swallowing his food as his entire countenance seem to be illuminated by the stars to see you. You bite your lip, smiling. “Beel, you’re so cute,” you settled on saying, deciding to relay but tone down your internal thoughts as he blinked in surprise.
You had to prevent a squeal erring to crescendo at the way Beelzebub bashfully lowered his head, an endearing cerise bloomed to his cheeks that reminded you of peaches and tulips. “Ah, you think so?” he asked timidly but couldn’t help a laugh when you vigorously nodded your head without shame. His smile was blinding as he took a quick glance at what you were wearing. “You look pretty [Name].”
You laughed nervously, feeling yourself get warm all over as you consciously pushed your hair behind your ear. “Aha, no, no, no, no, I wasn’t fishing or anything! Really, I just put on whatever Lucifer told me to wear.” You flushed lightly as you fanned your face and Beelzebub just grinned at your reaction. You didn’t want to say anything but it felt good to receive the compliment since it was the first one of the night. Everyone else seemed too preoccupied with the fact that you were human above all else.
Your dress was both elegant and intricate which you supposed said something about Lucifer’s tastes. Although the base colour of it was a bold red, one of velvet rose, it was patterned with black lace over the top, the dress being shorter at the front before getting longer at the back that it only just feathered the floor. It was shoulder-less, the lacy short sleeves added something that you supposed should be dignified but what you thought was particularly overkill. It was a lovely design but you secretly had to spite Lucifer for giving you a matching colour scheme as him. You wondered if this was his way of subtly telling you the monopoly he has over your circumstances. Quite frankly, it had left a bitter taste in your mouth.
Yet, when you returned to look at Beelzebub who had complimented you with such sincerity and gentleness, you found the off-taste becoming as sweet as cotton candy that filled your cheeks with honey. Clearing your throat, you gently linked an arm with Beelzebub, grinning at him cheekily.
“Alright, enough about me, help me out Beel! I have no idea what half of these are but they all look so good! Tell me your favourites, hit me with recommendations, everything!” you gushed excitedly as you looked out onto the buffet table with all the delicious looking foods and you could feel the Avatar of Gluttony truly buzzing with joy.
Literally.
“Ahh~ I wish Barbatos would live with us, his food always tastes so good. But, if you want to start off, I definitely recommend the shadow swan pie or some of the reptilian fried legs. If you want something on the lighter side, the silver serpent sandwiches are good oh and--”
You really did try hard to nod and follow along with what Beelzebub was saying but you also couldn’t help but get distracted by the fly wings attached to his back that spasmed and buzzed noisily and were seriously creeping you the fuck out.
“You’re not allergic to anything like that, are you?” Beelzebub turned to you with a concerned gaze and you snapped your head up and shook your head vigorously, hoping the enthusiasm would cover up the fact that you didn’t get to listen to half the things he said because of his wings going off like a chainsaw in your ear.
“Nope!” you chimed, popping the ‘p’ as Beelzebub nodded triumphantly, giving you a plate and essentially leaving you to your own devices as he went back to devouring his skewers. You glanced his half of the table which now looked comically barren in contrast to the half you were on.
You tentatively grabbed the tip of a reptilian leg, examining it closely like a chem experiment as you contemplated eating it. You really did love food although you weren’t going to lie, Devildom’s cuisine was… definitely more adventurous than anything you’ve eaten back on Earth. Throwing the crispy leg into your mouth, you were pleasantly surprised by the burst of flavour and the satisfying crunch that reminded you of popcorn chicken but bougie. It tasted like fucking bougie popcorn chicken and that’s hot.
Now eating with more gusto than a buffalo that made Beelzebub swell with pride, you eagerly began to devour your side of the table, completely ignoring any stares or whispers that charged the air before you felt a breath by your ear.
“You’re certainly enjoying yourself. I’m glad.”
Spluttering, you flung yourself back, tripping over your own heels as Beelzebub caught you effortlessly with one arm tucked under your back while the other was shovelling some sort of meat bun into his mouth. You clutched at Beelzebub’s frame desperately as you pulled yourself up, offering the foulest lour you could muster at the perpetrator that just cut your life’s span down by thirty years (and interrupted your damn eating time!) before seeing Diavolo’s surprised expression morph into something akin to amusement that left you burning.
No literally, you felt like you were about to have a fucking stroke.
You blushed bright red before you angrily grabbed a glass and poured the fairy pink liquid inside before taking a swig and swallowing it down all at once which was hopefully cool enough to bring down your temperature. Gasping as you poured yourself another glass, you offered Diavolo an embarrassed side eye and weak glare. “For my dignity and faint heart, don’t sneak up on me please. I already have to be on my toes in case I encounter hungry demons, I don’t need you to accidentally send me into cardiac arrest thanks.”
His reaction was immediate as his brows furrowed in panic before entering your personal space as he leaned in close to your face. “Humans can get cardiac arrest from shock!?”
You felt yourself flush deeper as you tried to inch back and put your glass of punch in between you, hoping it would create some illusion of distance as you swallowed it down again. You really needed to be drunk to handle a guy like Diavolo. Stupid demonic alcohol. Still, you found this burly large man oddly adorable in how playfully charismatic he was so maybe you just have weird taste. “Uh, relax, I was just exaggerating,” you say carefully as you watched him sigh in relief before letting out a boisterous laugh. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you in fact can get cardiac arrest from shock if you were old enough. To do that would inflict you with the same guilt of telling a child that Santa Claus doesn’t exist and you definitely don’t want to find out what the Prince of Devildom was like when heartbroken.
“That’s good to hear!” Diavolo boomed rather loudly and suddenly you realised why everyone had been looking your way. You nodded timidly, shirking up a smile to be under his smouldering gaze as he grinned. “How are you finding the party? Feeling welcomed? Integrated?”
You had to refrain from snorting at the ‘welcomed’ part since Lucifer had literally just threatened to kill you ten minutes ago but you decided not to reveal that part and opted for a nonchalant shrug. “The food is nice, the company is, nice enough and everything is lavish so what’s there not to like?” You idly played with the glass in your hand as Diavolo golden eyes seemed to flicker for a moment as his expression morphed into something more penitent this time.
“Great! Although Lucifer had told me of some unfortunate news that he stumbled upon in your first month here,” Diavolo lamented with a sigh and you immediately stiffened up before glancing at Beelzebub in panic who was well within auditory range. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to discuss more of these perio-”
“Diavolo would you care for a dance?”
You slammed your glass on the table. Diavolo’s eyes widened. Beelzebub choked on his serpent sandwich. You watched in slight terror as he coughed violently before grabbing the entire punch bowl with his bare hands that easily held three litres of the alcoholic beverage that he began the perilous task of downing in one sitting. Both you and Diavolo watched the spectacle of Beelzebub drinking the entire supply of punch from the rim of the bowl with awe, amusement on his part and abject horror on yours.
Without a single break, the Avatar of Gluttony finished the entire stock as he threw his head back, gasping desperately as if he had been under water for hours. Diavolo only laughed as he turned his head to—
“Barbatos, did you see that? Simply astounding! Would you mind preparing some more?”
You whipped your head to left and there Barbatos was with a placid expression as if he knew this would happen and he bowed. “The Avatar’s of Gluttony’s appetite is always an impressive feat. I will replenish the refreshments right away Lord Diavolo.” With a curt nod, Barbatos strut off as your jaw hit the floor.
When the hell did Barbatos get here?!
“[Name]?”
You shook yourself out of your Barbatos-induced stupor as you turned to Diavolo who had that kittenish smile on his lips again as he snickered. “Weren’t you going to take me out to dance?” he inquired sneakily as he extended his hand out to you, suddenly you felt like this was another metaphorical invitation to dance with death. You stared stupidly at the hand before flushing again once realising what you had done. Hesitantly, you took it as he began to lead you to the dancefloor in long strides that had you stumbling to keep up. You helplessly looking back to see if Beelzebub could save you but you frowned to see his deflated expression as he turned back to the buffet table and resumed eating.
“You know, as the person that asked me to dance, don’t you think you should pay me a bit more attention?”
You turned back to Diavolo to see his feigned pouting before returning back to his charming smile as you sheepishly let out a laugh. “Sorry about that, I’m just, kind of awkward,” you murmured although his resounding guffaws oddly left you at ease… until you realised he had you pressed into his bare fucking chest and you could feel the outline of every ab against your small frame. His presence was overwhelming as he held you with a sturdy grip, you felt like you were going to be washed over by a tidal wave. His entire frame seemed to consume you. You tried not to flush or just, outwardly stare, but you couldn’t help but admire him.
Diavolo was ornamented with gold and jewels, it reminded you of luxuriant Kings and ancient Pharaohs. The fluffy jet black plumage surrounding his shoulders reminded you of lion’s mane. Even his striking crimson hair made him stand out from the rest. From the beautiful gradient of red to black on his wings, to his mesmerising golden eyes, everything about Diavolo reminded you of an absolute ruler. A leader. Overflowing with charisma and presence, you could feel every single pair of eyes in the vicinity attached to your bodies, piercing you like arrows as you danced across golden ballroom that looked like something out of a fairy tale.
“You’re quite a good dancer, your dress is lovely too,” Diavolo complimented idly and you figured it was his attempt of making conversation. You decided to play along since it would at least distract you from the way your face warmed up at the attention.
“Yeah well, you have Lucifer to thank for that. I’d like to say it was romantic but even my own parents weren’t as strict on me in my studies as he was with dancing.” You let out a lamenting sigh as a joyous laugh escaped from Diavolo. You found out that it was rather easy to make this man smile, although you couldn’t help but wonder how genuine it was.
“Awh, I saw you dancing with Lucifer before and I couldn’t help but get jealous,” Diavolo said with such determination and apple red cheeks, you couldn’t help but be taken aback as he ended up slumping over and pouting at you. “I asked Lucifer to dance with me but he adamantly rejected my offer, saying it was improper before huffing away.”
You blinked. And then you snorted.
Diavolo couldn’t help but beam to see you explode into a boisterous laugh clutching onto him tightly as you swayed together in perfect synchronisation of your rhythmic dance. The onlookers couldn’t help but stare in awe to see a human dancing gracefully and laughing with the Prince of Devildom himself. Anyone would think that the human was being inappropriate or arrogant and yet, it was as clear as the starry skies on a cloudless night that Diavolo was simply enthralled in their dance.
You let out a fading giggle as you shook your head at the image of a flustered Lucifer harrumphing at Diavolo’s advances. You always felt like the two had unresolved sexual tension. You grinned brightly, now in a much lighter mood as you relaxed into Diavolo’s hold. “Awwh, you didn’t really miss much. Lucifer might be a good teacher but he’s a pretty bad partner. He kinda threatened me in the middle of it,” you had said without much thought, not noticing the way Diavolo slowly lost his smile.
“Is that so?”
Diavolo’s eyes darkened into something terrifying but you were looking elsewhere, unaware of this murderous shift in tone. “Yeah, but it’s alright. He was upset that I had been forming pacts and snooping about behind his back.” You shrugged nonchalantly as you faced Diavolo again who seemed bright and cheery. You raised a brow, feeling as if you had missed something but your dance partner only chortled.
“Ah yes, I had heard about that. You’ve been quite busy haven’t you? Mammon, Leviathan and Beelzebub I presume?” he asked casually although you couldn’t help but feel like you were being analysed. You smiled.
“Hmm, Lucifer’s quite a good dog, isn’t he?” you sang back, quietly picking up on the flash in Diavolo’s eyes as they became half lidded.
“I prefer friend over a dog but regardless, he’s always reliable,” Diavolo spoke in somewhat of a reverent tone as he eyed you curiously. “Is there a reason why you didn’t want Beelzebub to learn of your period?”
You found yourself wincing at how casually he spoke about it as you pursed your lips. “It’s not particularly a conversation I like having. At least back on Earth, it’s seen as a ‘female problem’ and thus, should be kept to oneself.” Diavolo carefully noted the bitter tone before nodding.
“Fair enough. I’ll be careful not to mention it when others are around.”
You’d much prefer that he wouldn’t mention it at all but decided that this was better than nothing as you glanced up at him curiously. “Now that I’ve answered your question, do you think could answer mine?”
Diavolo beamed and you wondered if the reason why Devildom had no sun is because it was trapped in his eyes. “Of course! I’d be delighted!”
You smiled softly yourself as you spoke carefully. “Why do you want to create relations with humans and angels? I mean, surely it can’t only be for the sake of getting along with your neighbours. I see no reason why for you to get to know them unless you’re anticipating some sort of war or something.”
Diavolo grinned as he felt your eyes bore into him in a withering gaze. How interesting. “Of course not. Devildom has been stagnant for centuries, true progress requires inspiration to spark a flame. Innovation needs a solid foundation and for a while, it feels as if ours has been eroding. I simply wish to bring forth change that would advance our society as a whole. That is part of the joys of learning, no?”
You narrowed your eyes, riddled with suspicion at this seemingly honest man before you. Yet, no matter transparent he made himself appear, you knew he was opaque. His altruistic exterior was but a thin veil and you sought the true expression lying beneath it. Still, his point was charming and his articulation was eloquent.
“I suppose so, learning for the sake of learning is something I love too,” you murmured wistfully as you thought of your old life back on Earth and your first year of university. Your eyes hardened as they trained on his smile that looked more like a mask the longer you stared. “But you’re the Prince of Devildom aren’t you? Do you really have time to just play around with angels and humans?”
‘Humans are rather perceptive, aren’t they?’ Diavolo thought with amusement. Although you appeared ordinary on the surface, you were more ambitious than he anticipated. Where you lacked in magic, you made up with cunning. That was something both you and Solomon appeared to share. Diavolo felt like he was being surrounded by snakes. That being said, he felt no need to run nor any threat of being constricted. He smirked.
“Ahh, you say that and yet out everyone, it would appear that you’re having the most fun, are you not? You’re stressing Lucifer out quite a bit you know, at this rate his hair will turn grey,” he simpered cheekily as you blinked in surprise before huffing bashfully.
“Well Devildom’s interesting, of course I’d take advantage of that, it’s not like I’ll be able to come back here once my year’s up anyway,” you murmured softly and Diavolo wasn’t too sure if you were addressing him or not. You glanced up at him again as you did a small spin. He realised that by now you both should have swapped partners but he wasn’t quite ready to let you go just yet. “Anyways, you’re evading so let’s get back on topic.” Diavolo snickered but let you continue. “Let’s say you really do want to get to know humans and angels. Surely angels would be a better and much more reliable asset than humans.”
At that, Diavolo became flummoxed by your implication. “What do you mean?”
You deadpanned. “Come on, don’t play dumb. Surely you know a bit about human history right? British colonisation, slavery, ethnic massacres, wars and all that?” you listed monotonously as Diavolo’s face fell.
“Ah… I was aware of those but that was a long time ago. Surely things have changed now, haven’t they?” he asked and once again, you wondered if you should break it to him. Well, if Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy aren’t real, there’s no sense in keeping him disillusioned about life on Earth either.
“We don’t do those sort of things anymore, but the remnants still linger in our society today.” Your expression was cold and impassive. If he wanted to know about humans so badly, you’ll tell him. “The systems and institutions in our world are built by those in power. Those people that created those systems simply made it with the intention that it would benefit some people more than others. I won’t lie to you Diavolo, if Lucifer and Simeon had committed the same crime, Lucifer would have gotten off on a lighter sentence and Simeon would be in jail.”
You took note of Diavolo’s taut jaw as his luminescent golden eyes became an ashy bronze. His face remained still and betrayed nothing more. And yet, you could almost sense the acrid taste developing in his mouth with the downward quirk of his brows. You continued. “Same thing for women. Just because we don’t have posters about vacuum cleaners replacing housewives anymore, doesn’t mean we’re any less sexist. If I had the same amount of sex as Asmo, the worst he’d be called is a fuck boy. I’d be a whore, hoe, slut, hussy and a bunch of other words that were specifically made to degrade women for being sexually assertive because that’s dirty when for men it’s empowering.”
Diavolo had to suppress the urge to stiffen up although he was in fact rigid. He could feel the venom drip from your words as you grip tightened on him. Your manicured nails almost seem to inject the poison into his veins as your spite spilled out like gaseous acid. You glowered at the ground. “People of colour are still more likely to be brutalised by police. Women are still more likely to get raped in the workplace or at night. Marginalised groups have to demand for their rights because people in power would never just give it to them… the foundations of our world is literally built on injustice. We steal, destroy and lie. Is that really something you want to include in your vision?”
You were looking straight into his eyes and for a moment, he wavered.
Diavolo was silent for a while as the two of you were dancing long after the song had ended, longer than what was deemed appropriate. Yet, they kept replaying the song for the demon Prince who didn’t want to let go, and a curious human who’s diving into the dark abyss, uncertain if she could ever resurface into the light again. Diavolo’s smile reappeared for what felt like an eternity, although rueful and subdued.
“Injustice exists everywhere [Name]. Our world is full of sin and crime, classism and arbitrary hierarchal powers determined from the strength of your species, an inevitability from birth yet perpetual punishment for the rest of your life.”
For the first time, since the moment you’ve met this man, the expression on his face is one you truly felt to be the most honest thing he could muster. Diavolo looked tired. His brows were furrowed with something akin to frustration. He was burdened, his stature seemed smaller and less intimidating.
He looked helpless.
Yet, when Diavolo stared back at you, it was not what you were expecting. Instead of resignation, he had a burning inferno setting his spirit aflame that had you completely enraptured. Your dance, which had become nothing more than a trickled out stroll, became vivacious and torrential as he managed to pick you up in a flourishing sweep. You let out a small squeal, taken aback by his vigour as he smiled at you with such determination that you felt like you were being swallowed whole.
“[Name], from the moment you’ve come here you’ve been turning heads. You’ve been courageous and brave, daring and bold, so why do you hold yourself back? You’ve given up before you’ve tried, you know so much and yet you’re complacent. Why is it that when you’re here, even though you’re small, insignificant and weak, that you’ve actively sought for the impossible? For the unattainable? Something simply beyond your reach as a human?”
Diavolo’s face moved in so close, that you could feel his breath on your lips as his eyes stared at your soul, mockingly from within its cage and his smirk pulled on the invisible leash at your neck.
“Why do you only act on injustice here, but not in your own world?”
Your breath hitched and your blood ran cold. You closed your eyes.
“I think we’ve been dancing for too long.”
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Just like that, your dance over the ocean waters was separated by a gaping, abyssal chasm with no future or end at the bottom.
You looked away. Diavolo’s face fell.
Slowly, you felt his hand, radiating with heat, gently rest on your lower back. The chains he had wrapped around you became as light as ribbons as he tenderly dipped you. The audience that had been watching applauded loudly. In any other situation, you would have been abashed.
Now you just felt cold.
As you slowly got back up on your feet, bowing lightly before him, you turned to make a run for it but he had grabbed your wrist, his reflexes quick and his instinct honed on your intentions.
“I apologise for overstepping my boundaries. I truly did enjoy talking with you,” he spoke softly with words coated in honey. Yet, you weren’t a mindless fly that was going to get beguiled into his trap. You sighed before turning to him with a measured gaze.
“It’s easy for you to say all that, you’re the Prince of Devildom. I’m just the average citizen in my world. I’ll climb the ladder if I get lucky, I’ll realise just how normal and weak I am, I’ll realise that nothing I try to do will matter, and I’ll just follow the same routine like everyone else. I’m not special. But because I’m different to everyone else here, just for once, I can pretend I am.”
You no longer bothered to look at him in the eye. Diavolo hummed softly. Then, ever so tenderly, he let his vice grip loosen until it held your hand and gave it a squeeze. You looked up, confused.
“Then allow me to thank you, [Name] [Last Name], for being the most un-special person I’ve ever met. You have left me with an everlasting impression that I will never forget, and have taught me more in one conversation than I’ve learnt in hundreds of years.”
Diavolo slowly brought your hand to his lips. With a slight bow, you felt the sensation of feathers electrocute your skin. When he looked up, he offered a small smile. Somehow you knew it was real. You suddenly felt light headed. Maybe you really will go into cardiac arrest.
Diavolo blinked, realising you had clammed up, your cheeks flushed as you brought the back of your hand to your mouth. He stilled. Coughing bashfully, thinking he might have been too forward, he let go of your hand as he felt the tip of his ears get hot.
“S-sorry about that,” he stammered as he tried to laugh it off although it wasn’t with the usual brazenness you were used to. Suddenly he couldn’t look you in the eye. “I’m so used to people walking on eggshells around me, so to have someone talk to me without such restraint, all of this, and you--” he trailed off as he discovered he was rambling, his eyes widened and he coughed into his hand, his cheeks considerably darker under the unforgiving lights that allowed no secrets to be kept from view.
“It was nice,” he affirmed, subdued.
He began to break into a sweat when he didn’t hear you respond but before he could do anything, you broke out into a smile and he briefly wondered if this is what it felt like to bask in real sunshine.
“If you promise not to psychoanalyse me, I might consider hanging out again,” you say with a mischievous lilt and Diavolo gaped at you before he bent over and released a thunderous laugh.
“I’d like that very much, but the same goes for you too you know.” He grinned brilliantly at you as you shrugged sheepishly. Touché.
The both of you offered each other one last smile before leaving in your separate ways. Whether you came out of that dance understanding each other’s motivations more or less, it was hard to say. You realised later that this would have been a perfect opportunity to ask about why you had been chosen for the exchange program and see if Belphegor’s suspicions on you being different were real… but you had already decided that they weren’t. Maybe out of pure curiosity you will find out, but you were content with knowing you weren’t special to begin with.
No, you were going to make yourself special.
You vowed you’ll become stronger, indisputably strong that you could stand on par with all these demons that could wipe you out of existence.
You weren’t going to let anyone push you over. Demons or humans alike.
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Or so you thought.
Later that night, you did end up getting a dance with Mammon, but because you had been dancing with Diavolo for at least twenty minutes in stilettos, your legs had turned to jelly with your heels stabbing a knife into your foot with each step you took. When he asked(?) you to dance (it was hard to differentiate it from a demand, request, some roundabout way of having you be the one to ask him or some tsundere amalgamation in between), even though you were dead tired, you felt bad for Lucifer cutting in front of him and decided you’d try your best for him. As a result, while you truly wish you could have revelled in the ravishing sight that was his demon form that made him look like a bondage slave / a kinky stripper (you told him as such and he had a permanent blush for the rest of the night), the dance unfortunately became a rather clumsy chicken walk with you nearly about to topple over from how much your feet hurt and Mammon squawking every time he made a mistake.
You ended up with very bruised feet and a new vow to never dance again.
Section 2. Subsection 5. Paragraph 3.
[LAST NAME], CJ.
“Don’t dance with demons (or Solomon, suspicious fucker). Period.”
AMENDED.