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If a year ago someone told me that one of their favorite things to do would be baking with a demon and an angel, I'd probably distance themselves away from that person and think they were a weirdo. However, the present day was exactly that. Over my time in devildom as part of the exchange program, I found myself having weekly baking sessions with Barbatos and Luke in the Demon Lord's Castle. Each one of us would present a recipe from our respective worlds and teach the other two how to make it. Barbatos was the best amongst us, followed by Luke but I didn't mind it. I was proud of the progress I'd been making ever since our first session, and besides, it provided me the chance to bake some sweets for my demons back in the House of Lamentation.
However, if I had to choose one gripe about our weekly baking sessions, it would have to be this scene in front of me right now.
"Wow, this is really nice, Freddie. Where did you learn how to bake this?" Diavolo asked innocently, holding a human magazine that he'd apparently been reading on one hand and tea that Barbatos had made for him specifically. Don't get me wrong, it's not like there was anything particularly wrong about Diavolo. He'd been nice to me ever since I got to Devildom and had done plenty to make my stay comfortable, but just the fact that he was practically the most powerful and highest ranking demon right now, just below his father, made me uneasy. I've always been unsure on how to act around him, and it didn't really help that Lucifer's always pressuring me to be on their best behavior around him.
I scratched my head nervously, giving a small smile towards Diavolo. "It's a recipe I got from this cafe I used to go to a lot back where I lived. I liked it so much I wanted to recreate it at home so I can still have it even when I have to move away."
Diavolo nodded his head and turned his attention back to the human magazine he had been reading. Just as I thought the conversation was finally over, Diavolo let out a chuckle and glanced over at Luke then back to the magazine. Luke, of course, noticed this.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? What's in that magazine?" Luke asked, frowning with his usual pout that really made him look much younger than he was. Diavolo gave a teasing grin as he flipped the magazine to show us what had been so interesting to him.
"There's this quiz that says what kind of dog you are," Diavolo pointed at the page that had exactly what he said printed out in big, bold letters, followed by questions and the types of dogs that were included in the answers. "I got an Akita. Apparently, it's a breed that originated in Japan and were known to be royal dogs or something... Do you want to do the quiz too, Luke?" It was an innocent question but everyone who knew Luke would know that this was a question asked in jest, and sure enough, Luke was riled up.
His face turned red as he crossed his arms and furiously shook his head. "No way, I'm not a dog and I don't want to be one so I don't see the need of taking such quizzes." Since it was Diavolo, Luke couldn't make the usual hostile retorts he did with the others. 'Poor Luke, always the butt of all the dog jokes.' I felt bad for him, I really did, but I would be lying if I said I didn't find the way he gets so flustered and reacts to their teasing funny most of the times. Too often did I find myself holding back a giggle or a laugh in front of Luke.
After getting over his bouts of giggles at Luke's reaction, Diavolo turned to face me. "What about you, Freddie?" He gestured, looking expectantly. My eyes automatically flicked towards Barbatos, silently asking for help as I nervously wringed my hands under the table. Unfortunately, Barbatos just gave a sly smile and tilted his head with curiosity, obviously supporting Diavolo's question.
Knowing I had no way out of this, I squinted to look at the list of dogs on the page and just blurted out the first one my eyes landed on. "I guess a Corgi."
Diavolo looked at the description for corgis and nodded his head, seemingly fascinated with the description. 'That was a big fat lie, I am nothing like a Corgi.' I thought, cringing at myself inwardly.
"I think these quizzes are so funny and fascinating... I do them all the time, but Lucifer's not really a big fan of them. Sometimes I wonder about what result he'd get though, like.. what type of dog is he, you know?" Diavolo started to ramble. He did this a lot, probably a habit from being so high in authority that he knows no matter how long he goes on for, he'd be listened to even if it were forced. "Hey, you're pretty close to Lucifer and you probably know more about dogs than I do, what type of dog do you think he'd be? Actually... a better question might be, what type of dogs would all the brothers be, I wonder?"
I stared at him for a good few seconds before what he said finally sinked in. I'd be lying if I said that his question wasn't interesting, and I actually found myself seriously thinking about it. Before I could answer though, the devil himself appeared. It was time for me to go, and so, in typical Lucifer fashion, he rushed me to go get my things.
However, before leaving, I stopped in front of Diavolo and honestly, I don't know what came over me, but I blurted out, "I'll tell you on Monday when we have our student council meeting." Everyone froze, looking at me with surprise written in their faces and, well, confusion for Lucifer's case. Eventually, Diavolo flashed his usual grin at me and nodded.
"I'll be waiting for it, you better keep your word!"
Did I really just dig my own grave?