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Diavolo knew what he did.
Yes, you heard him right, he is the mastermind to all of the chaos. He was the one that gave the push for Mammon to hangout with Simeon.
And it all fell like dominos from there. The prince hummed happily as he listened to Mammon talk about how cute Luke was, rant about how in the three realms Raphael could stomach Solomon's cooking.
Yeah, Diavolo wonders that himself.
"–And," The prince sets down his pen, "How are your brothers, love?"
"Hm? My brothers?"
Diavolo nodded, his smile like a cheshire cat once he sees the puzzled look on his lovers face. Had Mammon really forgotten all about his brothers?
Barbatos swiftly hid his chuckle.
Both butler and prince found it amusing, they couldn't help but laugh to themselves as they imagined the distressed and betrayed looks on the brothers.
Lucifer's would be the one most deliciously satisfying to see. Now, Diavolo cares for Lucifer, trusts him. The fallen is his right hand man after all.
Although, sometimes.. Diavolo just wants to slap him in the face and tell him to control his pride like how the eldest brother told Mammon to control his greed.
"They were.. normal?" Mammon leaned into the couch, thinking. "They seemed on edge though."
The second born shrugged, "Don't know why."
There really was no thought in Mammon's head, were there? And yet the fallen was like the personification of a calculator, considering his grades in math were in the nineties to almost hundreds.
"I see," Diavolo chuckled, "I wonder why that is."
Of course they'd be on edge, their families glue was getting spars and starting to loosen it's hold. Being replaced by better, newer versions of themselves.
This should be fit as their punishment. And Diavolo has no intention of loosening the blindfold he had put on Mammon when he had pushed him to hanging out with Simeon.
"I'd suppose it's just them having a bad day."
Ever.
Diavolo was so close to laughing his ass off at the brothers' faces that council meeting.
They all looked so pathetic it was laughable, did they really think they could hide their little disheveled faces from Diavolo?
They might be able to from Mammon, but Diavolo? Fuck no. The future king laughed so hard with Barbatos once the seven avatars were gone.
Truly, it was nice to see them in distress and not his lover. Too long has he seen Mammon cry because of them, too long has he seen Mammon breakdown because of them, too long have they hurt him.
"Dai."
Diavolo hummed, having gotten out of his head as he heard Mammon call him, "Yes, my sapphire?"
They were on a date in the palace gardens at the moment. A picnic and movie marathon at the same time.
"I'm startin' to feel worried about my brothers.." Mammon told, worry in his eyes. Oh.. Oh no, now that wasn't good now, was it?
"Oh? Why, are they alright?" Diavolo tilted his head, "They seemed fine during the council meeting."
They didn't look fine. They looked like absolute trainwrecks actually.
Mammon seemed to think for a moment, brows furrowed before he sighed.
"Maybe I'm over thinkin' things." The avatar of greed concludes, "Yer right, they're probably fine."
Mammon couldn't help but worry about them though, but Diavolo soothed his worries. It couldn't be so wrong to listen to his lover would it?
His brothers couldn't possibly be missing him. They were probably basking in the peacefulness of him gone from the HoL.
So, begrudgingly Mammon lets his worries go and snuggled closer to the prince, basking in Diavolo's warmth.
They were fine, probably.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Diavolo was starting to get –what Solomon calls– baby fever seeing Mammon with Luke.
Mammon just looked so beautiful. Luke in his hold and glowing as if he were an angel again. The prince wonders how much more his lover would glow if he were to impregna–
..Okay, he should slow down before he gets an unwanted erection. And maybe ask Mammon before hand of the.. idea he had just had before jumping into any action of such.
Diavolo would have continued to ogled Mammon if it weren't for Beelzebub, making a move. The prince held back a groan and glared at the sixth born.
Effectively stopping him from moving any further.
"Don't."
His eyes seemingly said to Beelzebub, it'd be too much of a pity for their punishment to end so quickly. And plus, it was just beginning.
Diavolo smiled to himself victoriously as Beelzebub clenched his fist and went back in line. Though it angered him just a little.
They really weren't going to fight for Mammon were they? They were just going to stay there and wallow in their sadness?
How pathetic. Nonetheless, that was good for the plan of their punishment.
The prince scanned the rest of the brothers. They were all tense, all having their jaws clenched and hands formed into fists.
"Mammon.." Lucifer warned, but Diavolo shut him down quick. Mammon was finally happy, he wouldn't let Lucifer take that away.
And also because he was done with Lucifer's bullshit for the day.
As the angels finally left, Diavolo turned back to the council room, it's doors already opened.
He was pleased. Barbatos was amused. Mammon was happy.
What else could he ever wish for?