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Earlier in the month, news had spread of a virus that was spreading across regions, countries, and continents in the human world. Initially, Diavolo had thought with gratitude that the exchange students had nothing to fear, living safely in Devildom without contact with other humans. Indeed, even if they were to somehow contract this flu, his sources told him that these particular humans were most likely not in critical danger. However, he didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks, and so he ordered Lucifer to stay up-to-date and keep him informed of any developments.
About a week into monitoring the situation, Lucifer heard a rumor that a certain demon was sneaking around gambling with witches who had recently been to the human world. Fuming, Lucifer confronted the demon, who confessed only once he’d had enough of Lucifer’s persuasive techniques – “Hey, let me down!! Ya can’t just leave me hangin' here!!” – and Lucifer was left with the unpleasant task of conveying the news to Diavolo.
“I see.” Diavolo says, uncharacteristically serious as he takes the cup of tea handed to him by Barbatos. “What is the recommended course of action in cases such as these?” He raises the tea to his lips. Ah, his favorite!
Lucifer responds with a sigh, his eyes thoughtful with concern. He knows what has to be done for your sake. And truthfully, though he would not admit it, he is worried about your health just as much he is about the success of Diavolo’s exchange program. “We have to issue what’s called a ‘Stay at Home’ order for our humans and their housemates in Purgatory Hall and The House of Lamentation. Solomon and MC will have to be excused from all tasks, and no one should have physical contact with anyone from outside the house.” He informed Diavolo, who watched him with interest. “Although I don’t look forward to being confined with my brothers, it seems that this is the best option for the health of our human residents. And, by extension, for the success of the exchange program.”
Diavolo smiles, knowing that Lucifer was far more concerned for the well-being of a certain human than with the impact the virus might have on the program. “Very well, Lucifer.” He says optimistically. “Starting tomorrow, both houses will be under quarantine. Barbatos and I will supply you with what you need, and you and your brothers are excused from all tasks, council duties, and extracurricular activities until the situation is resolved.”
“Thank you.” Lucifer rises to leave.
“By the way,” Diavolo says, causing Lucifer to pause. “Which demon is responsible for putting our human students at risk?”
“I’d rather not say,” Lucifer’s expression darkens. “But I assure you, he’s been punished thoroughly.” Even as he steps out, Lucifer wonders whether his discipline has been sufficient. Perhaps a round with the whip is in order.
Diavolo chuckles as Lucifer leaves, an amused twinkle in his eyes. He takes another sip of his tea. Delicious! “Ah, Barbatos. I’m afraid the next few weeks will test Lucifer to his limit.”