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Eating breakfast was never an interesting part of your day, but ever since you were forcibly introduced to the 7 lords of Devildom that changed.
It was still difficult to wake up in the morning. Especially since the sun never rose, but the warmth of the lively household was more or less had the same effect. That and the incessant nagging of the eldest brothers lectures of ‘punctuality’, which was akin to that of a broken alarm clock—and a look of distaste that burned like the sun itself.
So, like clockwork you sat bleary eyed, hair imperfect, and uniform mostly presentable at the short end of the table watching the 6 of the lords like a Monday morning news channel.
You savor the meal while the odd-ball bunch go about their morning banter. Three of them on each side of the long sides of the table; 5 of the brothers staring at Mammon as he chit-chats animatedly.
Taking a sip of your beverage you adjust yourself in the red cushioned seat, mildly reminiscing about the uncomfortable stool they gave you first day you arrived. Your eyes continue to take in the scene before you but settle at the empty seat at the other short end of the table.
“I’m tellin’ ya! He’s been dishing out punishments like Beel eats!” Mammon slaps the table catching everyone’s attention momentarily. Your eyes now stationed on him.
“What did you do this time?” Levithan chimes in uninterested, not batting an eye in his direction.
“Wha-! Nothing!” Everyone but you hummed skeptically causing Mammon to visibly fume as he stood up in his seat in protest. “It’s not my fault he can’t see the greatness in my business endeavors, but that's besides the point!” Now everyone collectively sighed making him groan angrily.
“Although, he’s not totally wrong. He’s been a little more on edge lately.” Satan interjects, you watch as Mammon bounce energetically at his agreeance. “Little things set him off. The other day Belphie and I were standing in the same vicinity, and he blatantly told us he’s not in the mood for our ‘games’.”
“Well, were you planning something?” Leviathan asked looking up from his console waiting for Satan’s answer.
“No. Not at ‘that’ time.”
Leviathan continued playing his game. “There you have it.”
“They’re not games. Anyways, remember he limited you from going into your room yesterday because your TV was too loud.” Belphegor groggily points out.
“He needs to be stopped.” Leviathan shuts off his game a look that's fit for a Grand Admiral.
“Agreed! He told me I couldn’t go out last Friday!! I-I missed my own fan meet up!” Asmodeus cries. Your cringe as they start to get louder, an uprising waiting to happen. It’s too early for this.
Beelzebub’s voice cuts through the chatter.
“Maybe it’s because he has a lot more paperwork because of MC's performance.” Beel adds. You feel the stares from the brothers, and you swallow your food to say your case.
“Don’t blame me. I’ve been nothing but good!” You argue. The imagine of you swinging your lanyard of keys like a pair of nunchucks followed by the shattering of glass flashed in your mind. “Well, mostly.”
“I mean. Lord Diavolo most likely has more plans involving you this month since you did so well. Lucifer is most likely shouldering that with him.” Beelzebub clarifies.
“Oh. Yeah. Then it’s probably that.” Coughing awkwardly, you brush off their stares at the confession of your own misdoings.
So, what did you do?” Belphegor gives a quite laugh as he sits up.
“Nothing!” Warmth starts to trickle into your cheeks. The anxiety of a crowd’s attention suddenly nipping at you. Furrowing your brow at your plate you stab your food.
“Oh. So aggressive. Guilty much?” Asmodeus voice is light and bouncy which makes your flush further.
“Ugh. Maybe he needs to just get laid!” You spat in divergence of your own bad behavior. Though as the words left your lips you couldn’t help but let an impish expression form on your face. Scoffing at your own joke brings you comfort.
As you bring the fork full of food closer to your mouth you hear Asmodeus giggle and then nothing. The sudden silence made you stop halfway and look up at the brothers darting their eyes between you and the warm presence next to you, and it clicks.
“He’s behind me isn’t he.” The food slips off your fork back onto the plate with a disgusting splat as you turned around, but you were promptly stopped by the familiar weight atop your head.
You feel the palm of a large hand touch the top of your head followed by fingers lightly squeezing your noggin keeping you in place. The sound of leather crinkling giving you your answer.
“Would you care to repeat that?”
“Good morning, Lucifer?” You offer weakly.
You push back against his hand and look-up at him, knowing that he could have smashed your head into your plate. But he wouldn’t. He was always ‘coddling’ you because he had a ‘soft spot’ for you as the others would say. At least you knew enough that you two were past him trying to kill you.
Offering him a sheepish smile he sighs letting his shoulders relax. His gloved hand slides off your head as he brings it to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“If you have time for idle chit-chat then you have time to get to class on time.”
Like water and oil everyone, but Beel, slides out of their chair beelining it to the door.
You grin cheekily towards Belphegor. You see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye as you skedaddled, falling in line with Mammon who was the first one out of the room. Promptly ignoring the pointed stare that jabbed at the back of your skull.
That was a problem for your future self.