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The next morning, Mammon barges into her room like usual and is outraged that ALL of his brothers had managed to sneak into her room now! He should have checked after he came back from that loan shark. Which turned out to be a scam, can you believe it?! He, The Great Mammon was fooled!
He didn’t check, because he didn’t want to disturb her. And Beelzebub was still dutifully guarding her door. Though now that he thinks about it, there were a suspicious amount of wrappers of candy and snacks around his feet. Did he leave his post a few times to go get snacks? And now he sees FOUR of his brothers piling up around his human! This has GOT to stop!!
“Beel! What the hell bro?! I told ya to stay put here all night!” Mammon turns his anger on Beelzebub first.
“I did.” Beelzebub says with a sleepy shrug.
“Then what in Diavolo’s name is that?!” He asks, pointing to the pile of figures sleeping on the floor in Jolee’s room.
Beelzebub frowns. He doesn’t know how that happened. Or doesn't want to think about it. He's tired and hungry and Mammon is being too loud as usual. He doesn’t need this treatment this early in the morning. “I got hungry.” He says simply, as if that is the only explanation needed.
“I don’t care how hungry ya were Beel! Ya were supposed to guard her!” Mammon shouts. “Everyone of ya is useless! Useless I tell ya!”
"Well where were you then? I was here all by myself and you didn’t stay here to feed me like you said you would.” Beelzebub says angrily, his tummy starts growling with him.
“Th-that’s beside the point! If ya couldn’t do it for me, ya shoulda thought about protecting the human!” Mammon argues, but knows deep down it’s his own fault.
“This human can hear you!” Jolee yells from inside and a pillow comes flying Mammon’s way that he easily dodges. He’ll deal with them soon enough. “And still alive and kicking your ass, if you don’t quiet down!” She throws another pillow to show she’s serious.
“Besides.” Beelzebub rounds on him. “Jolee looks warm, safe and happy to me. I’d rather join them than help my scummy brother if he treats me like this.” He stalks off as he finishes his sentence.
“Oi! Where do ya think you're goin’?!” Mammon is shouting after Beelzebub but he just ignores him as he heads into the kitchen.
Mammon turns back to Jolee’s room. They are all hiding under the blankets, snickering and he can hear them insulting him too. It makes him angry all over again and he rips the blankets off of them in a huff, tearing Jolee’s poor blanket in the process.
“Hey!” Jolee shouts, upset. “Watch what you’re doing Mammon. That was my best blanket!”
“Oi!” He points a finger at Jolee. “I don’t wanna hear nuthin’ outta you right now, human.”
“Still with this ‘human’ crap, Mammon? I’m getting so sick of it! I have a NAME!” Jolee shouts back with fury in her eyes. He’s really going overboard now. “What is your problem, anyway?!”
Mammon doesn’t know what to say for a moment, as his human finally has enough of him and his rude awakenings. He stares at her, looking for a response.
“Ah! You suck, Mammon.” Leviathan grumbles, as he only just now wakes up. He stayed up gaming a little more on his laptop, even after everyone else had fallen asleep, and now his scumbag brother is waking him up so rudely. Making Jolee yell. Why does nobody ever learn not to push her to her limits? Even he knows it! He is convinced his Ruri-Chan alarm is the only acceptable way to be woken.
“Shut it, Levi! I can’t believe ya joined in with this lot!” Mammon shouts, finding an opening to yell at someone again. He pushes Leviathan towards the door before rounding on his other brothers again.
“Mammon you really are an idiot.” Satan sighs, but there’s a dangerous glow in his eyes that Mammon completely misses.
Asmodeus won’t let go of Jolee, despite her protests and yelling to Mammon. “Oh, just let him be mad, Jolee.” He laughs, trying to steal morning kisses from her. But she’s definitely not in the mood for that now!
“Leave Jolee alone, Asmo.” Belphegor says, seeing her so furious, he knows that his brother will only make her more irritated. So he tries to pull her closer to him to soothe her.
“Oi! Stop playin’ tug o’war with MY HUMAN!” Mammon tries to grab Asmodeus first and accidentally kicks Satan in the head in the process. Belphegor is quick to pull Jolee aside so she doesn’t get caught up in the inevitable fight that is now about to break out.
“You did NOT just kick me.” Satan growls as angry sparks of his aura emit around him.
Jolee looks at Satan and Mammon who are about to tear into each other and she fears the worst. Is my room going to be destroyed again!?
Suddenly her door flies open once more, but this time Lucifer is standing in her doorway. He hasn’t transformed but a deadly aura surrounds him.
“Common room. Now.” He commands with his ice cold tone, then turns on his heel to lead the way.
Everyone shuffles out into the common room. It’s a rare sight for Jolee to see the brothers submit so easily without a complaint or muttered word. Mammon looks like he is in physical pain and Jolee wonders if he has literally bitten his own tongue to stay quiet.
“Your immaturity astounds me.” Lucifer begins and Jolee can only shiver and wonder how long this lecture is going to last. She should have taken an extra blanket with her. She sits next to Satan, knowing his current anger will keep her somewhat warm.
Two hours later…
“Um... Lucifer?” Jolee can’t help but interrupt. There’s only so much she can take. It’s freezing, the fireplace isn’t even lit yet, she’s still in her pajamas and they haven’t even had breakfast. “Can’t I just get a lock on my door? Perhaps a really strong...demon proof lock?” She grins cheekily.
Lucifer stares at her deadpan, but even Jolee can see the twitch at the corner of his mouth as he resists a smirk. Jolee gives him her best smile, knowing that she’s already got him.
“Very well…” Lucifer sighs, cutting his lecture short. “As for the rest of you..” he stares down each brother, except for Beelzebub who still hasn’t returned from the kitchen. No doubt Lucifer holds him blameless in this. “I’m going to enjoy the new icicle display from the front tree. The decor has been a bit bland hasn’t it?” He smiles cruelly.
Jolee winces, she knows they are big tough demons but she hates to think of them hanging from the tree all night. It’s truly torture! She walks up to Lucifer and he obliges her, by bending slightly so she can whisper in his ear. He seems to take a moment to debate before she whispers something else and then Lucifer is smirking.
“Just for a week, or so.” She says out loud with a sparkle in her eyes. “Maybe more, if needed.”
“Very well.” He agrees. He can barely suppress his own humor.
Jolee sends a beaming smile around the room and leaves for her room to finally get dressed. Leaving all her demons, except for Lucifer, staring after her in confusion. What was all that about?
Lucifer, in the meantime, is turning a cold stare on his brothers. “You should all be thankful you have such a forgiving mistress. I’ll stay your punishment for now.” He gives them another warning glare. “Satan, I do believe you’re on breakfast duty?”
Satan sends one murderous look Lucifer’s way, before stalking to the kitchen.
That night, it becomes clear that demons never learn a lesson. Or do they?
Belphegor smirks when he sees Jolee’s door unguarded. All that fuss and they think a simple lock was going to keep him out? Approaching the door slowly he waits to see if Mammon is going to pounce on him, or if Lucifer suddenly appears. But the house is quiet. He can’t wait to snuggle back into Jolee’s arms and it looks like Asmo has been cowed by his brothers and wouldn’t be joining them tonight, so… even better for him.
Placing his hand on the door, the knob turns without resistance. Silly human . He thinks, all that fuss over a lock and she doesn’t even remember to use it.
A sudden chill blasts him as he walks through her door. Blinking once and then twice, Belphegor looks around and finds himself on the front porch, the main entrance door behind him. “Huh?” Heading back into the house, Belphegor tries Jolee’s door once more and this time he ends up in the back garden.
“Right. So this is how she managed to almost make Lucifer smile.” Belphegor trudges back to his own bedroom, colder than ever now. “Touche” He mutters begrudgingly, while burying himself under his mountain of pillows and blankets. He knows when he’s been bested. Still, he knows they wouldn’t keep her door spelled forever. Or maybe he’d just have to steal her away to his own bed next time. He decides that, for now, he’ll dream about that.
Asmodeus grins when he sees that Jolee’s room lay unguarded. If Lucifer really thinks the Avatar of Lust doesn’t know a thing or two about picking locks, he’s sadly mistaken.
After peeking into Beelzebub and Belphegor’s room he is satisfied to see the twins asleep in their own beds. Looks like it’s too much work now for the Avatar of Sloth, which was just fine by him. He’s not expecting Satan or Leviathan to try again. So it looks like he will be having Jolee all to himself again, finally!
Armed with a thermos of the cocoa Jolee loves so much, he quickly makes his way to her room. Once he is convinced that Lucifer isn’t going to jump out of the shadows and seize him in a very unsexy way, and there’s no sign of Jolee’s loud, scummy guard dog he grasps the knob of her door with a wicked grin.
“Tch.” He giggles. She even forgot to use the lock she’d begged Lucifer for. “I knew she didn’t really want me to stay away, after all!”
Walking through her doorway Asmodeus is met with an unpleasant chill, as the winter wind assaults him and he ends up almost slipping ungracefully on a patch of ice in the garden. It would have been awful if he fell and damaged himself.
“What?!” Asmo sputters, indignantly. “Damn.” He curses, realizing that this is what Jolee and Lucifer must have been whispering about conspiratorially.
It was just too good to be true, he supposes, especially when Lucifer had decided to forego their punishment. He’d let them win this round as he hurriedly makes his way back to his private bathroom to stave away the chill with a hot bath. Jolee would soon realize that Asmodeus loves the chase and this set back only makes him desire her all the more. Maybe next time he’d talk her into sharing a hot bath.
Leviathan slinks down the hall towards Jolee’s room, keeping an eye out for his brothers. It isn’t fair that he only got to stay with Jolee for one night when Belphegor and Asmodeus had been staying several nights. He hates the way his brothers monopolize her time, she’s HIS best friend after all and he should take precedence over them.
“Ugh. It really isn’t fair at all.” He mutters thinking about all of it.
Leviathan hopes that Lucifer’s crack down will be keeping the others away. He wants a night alone with her, where they can watch as much anime as they want, without the stupid comments and interruptions of his brothers.
Even if she has locked her door, he’s a master lock-pick in The Eldritch Tomes, so how hard can it be IRL? Unfortunately, Leviathan isn’t able to test his lock picking skills as the door is unlocked.
Only slightly disappointed by that fact, Levi steps through her doorway, DVDs in hand and already with a smile on his face. Only to find himself in the frigid underground tomb!
“What the?!” Leviathan squawks in alarm, having realized too late that Jolee’s door had been cursed. A low rumbling growl from Cerberus has him scrambling towards home, “That does it! I’m really never leaving my room!”
Meanwhile Jolee is feeling conflicted. On one hand, everytime her door opens and closes, with no one entering she can’t help snickering. Really though, they deserve this prank even if it was a bit mean. Most of them have no respect for her personal space or privacy, they just always do what they want without asking. Hopefully this would at least teach them a lesson on manners.
On the other hand, it wasn’t so bad having someone warm in bed with her, she even finds herself feeling a bit lonely. Oh well. It is what it is. She thinks to herself as she tries to get warm and comfortable in bed.
Then suddenly she hears a knock.
“Jolee, it’s Satan. May I come in?”
She has to think about that. She should stay stubborn and keep them all out, right? But it’s so cold! And Satan did actually knock, so that is technically a show of respect, towards her...
Satan, book in one hand and the thermos with tea that Jolee seemed to appreciate last night in the other, approaches Jolee’s door with confidence. He was right in assuming his other brother’s had been cowed by Lucifer and now he has the chance to have Jolee all to himself tonight. It was nice having the sleepover with her snuggled against him. It gave him a sense of peace that he rarely feels. He’s not about to give up on that so easily.
He can immediately tell that something is different about her door as he arrives. It doesn’t take him long to decipher the sort of spell that has been placed on her door. Not today, Lucifer, not today. Satan chuckles. Raising his fist he knocks on Jolee’s door.
“Jolee, it’s Satan. May I come in?” He asks in a clear voice just loud enough to be heard. There’s only a slight hesitation before he hears Jolee call from the other side.
“You may enter, Satan.”
Sensing that the spell's requirement was met, he successfully enters Jolee’s room.
“May I read to you tonight?” He asks with a devilish smile. Jolee smiles and pats the bed next to her, lifting the covers for him. She happily accepts the thermos with tea he offers for her to pour into two mugs.
“Just make sure you leave my room on time tomorrow, Satan.” She sips from her tea, closing her eyes, enjoying the herbal taste. “I don’t want any more drama.”
“Of course.” He promises gentlemanly. He wraps an arm around her and starts reading.
Mammon is coming around the corner, doing his rounds when he swears he sees a flash of Satan’s green sweater before it disappears into Jolee’s room! That sonofa-! Mammon swears to himself as he charges towards her door. He nearly wrenches the door off of its hinges as he charges into Jolee’s room.
“Satan, ya bastard! I swear, if ya don’t get outta Jolee’s room - Wha!?” Mammon stops shouting when he realizes he’s outside on the front porch and it’s absolutely freezing. Angrily he turns to enter the house and charge back up to Jolee’s room when the front door won’t open! “Oi! Someone lemme in!” He begins to holler loudly while banging his fist on the door.
Mammon proceeds to try every door until he realizes he’s been locked out, locked out by Lucifer specifically. Meaning he isn’t getting back inside until Lucifer wills it.
Lucifer smirks sadistically when he hears Mammon hollering outside the house. He didn’t tell Jolee this, but after four failed attempts on her door, the fifth to try would lock down the entire house. Anyone outside would be stuck out there until morning.
This was sufficient since Jolee had persuaded him not to hang all his brothers, aside from Beelzebub, outside for the night. But he couldn’t let them entirely go unpunished, of course. At least one of them would be punished his way.
Humming to himself, Lucifer puts on a record to drown out Mammon’s noise as he goes back to his paperwork. It’s not easy. Mammon can be very loud. But it adds something extra to the music, actually.
“What’s that weird noise?” Jolee asks Satan, as she’s almost asleep against his chest. It almost sounds like someone is outside yelling, but it is particularly windy tonight so she can’t be sure.
“Just the wind.” Satan tells her with a smirk before he continues reading aloud from the book he brought. He recognized the voice of his brother immediately, but he isn’t about to tell her this. She might leave her room to help him. And he just has her comfortable. He rubs her back soothingly with his free hand.
Jolee settles back down against Satan and sighs with content. He really is very warm and his voice is very soothing . She thinks, as she drifts off to sleep.