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She couldn’t help but blush at Asmodeus’ overenthusiastic squeal, “Darling! You look adorable - I could just eat you up!” When he dove in to smother his human in kisses, she laughed and weakly attempted to push him away.
“Asmo!” It was barely a protest. They both knew that she was pleased with the attention, but she was embarrassed by how he had drawn in the attention of all of the brothers in the common room. The temperature had dropped significantly overnight, and it seemed that even demons weren’t immune to the charm of a roaring fire on a winter’s day.
Shamelessly, the Avatar of Lust planted a loud kiss on her cheek. “I can’t help myself. You’re the one who got all dolled up!” He shimmied behind her and ran his hands up her arms, holding them up in a stylish pose from behind, “And here we find the Lady of the House of Lamentation sporting this season’s CUTEST cozies!”
Her head fell back in an open laugh as Asmo led her down an imaginary runway. Satan scoffed from one of the couches and she shot him the kind of look that she imagined an actual model on the runway might do; something that straddled the line of serious and sultry. A shadow of a smile graced the blond demon’s face as he playfully rolled his eyes.
Asmodeus continued his dramatic announcements, unfazed by his brother’s reaction, “Our human is donned in a fabulously oversized knit sweater-dress from Majolish in wine red, cinched around her tiny waist, accentuating her curves perfectly, with a very stylish jet black belt from…” Well manicured hands fell to her waist and she could see his hair bouncing in her peripheral as he bent forward and studied the belt. If there was anyone who could instantly recognise name brands, it would be him. Alas…
“From Lucifer.” She supplied softly and shot a little smile to the eldest.
“Oooooooooh- Luci?” Even without seeing his face, she could imagine how the Avatar was waggling his brows at the Avatar of Pride. The raven haired avatar was looking particularly smug in his armchair by the fire as his eyes shamelessly raked over the human’s figure in a way that made her blush.
“My cordwainer had some odd pieces that I thought would come together nicely as a cinching belt. Clearly, I was right.”
“Well, our lucky model is sporting a one-of-a-kind piece commissioned by the one and only Avatar of Pride-” He broke any of the tension in the room by grabbing the human’s hips and practically forcing her to do a stupid quick-step of a strut. The giggles that escaped her were clearly contagious, as even he was giggling with her now.
“And to finish off this glamorous outfit, her fantastically fuzzy and sexy knee high socks are from…?”
She grimaced at Asmo, who was looking at her expectantly, “You’re not gonna like it.”
“I like everything that you do, darling~”
“...They’re from Devilmart.”
Her cringe continued as Asmodeus spun her around, “You mean cheap and terribly synthetic? That’s what you’ve adorned your precious feet with?”
Despite the very-real scolding that she knew her lovely demon was gearing up for, she pulled out her best weapon. Her pout and puppy dog eyes. “But they make me
happy
, Asmo-chan.”
Although her demon’s expression started to soften, it quickly hardened again when Mammon decided to pipe up. “Oi! Leave ‘er alone, Asmo - and take yer mitts offa the human! She didn’t come down here just to be felt up by
you
!”
“And who are you to tell me what to do, you scumbag?! I bet you’re the one behind these terrible socks!”
“Who are you callin’ a scumbag, you good-fer-nothin’ pervert!”
“Guys, c’mon-” Her voice easily got lost once the brothers began to fight. She sighed as her two fashionistas started to dig their claws into one another.
Suddenly, she was being pulled into a lap - and it came as no surprise to her that it was Lucifer’s. She tried, and failed, to give him a disapproving look, “Are we not using our words today?”
“I didn’t think you’d need an invitation for the best seat in the room.” Before she could even reply, another argument was beginning to brew.
“Who are you to decide the ‘best seat in the room’?” She groaned at Satan’s defensive tone. It was almost second nature to tune out their arguments when she thought that it would be fruitless to try and diffuse the situation.
Instead, she leant back over the arm of Lucifer’s chair to look towards Leviathan and Beelzebub. Silently she mouthed, “Help me!” at the two brothers. Levi shook his head and buried his nose back into his manga, clearly wanting to stay out of any familial conflict. When Beel didn’t respond right away, she assumed that the Avatar of Gluttony was also leaving her with the wolves. Her eyes diverted to the ceiling with a sigh - and then she was being lifted out of Lucifer’s lap like a ragdoll.
“We can stay warm by the oven. I need more snacks anyway.” The redhead ignored his brothers’ protests, and Satan’s vindictive laugh, as he marched to the kitchen.
As they proceeded, she wasn't sure whether to laugh or sigh. Just another day in the House of Lamentation, right?