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It all happened so suddenly.
In seconds, the world around him transformed from familiar and comfortable to a towering, intimidating landscape. He frantically scanned his surroundings for an explanation, only to be met with the sight of his brother standing over him, towering above. A surge of anger boiled up inside him, and he channelled it into a forceful stomp of his tiny foot against the ground.
"MAMMONNNNN!"
Despite Lucifer's "fierce" yell, Mammon found himself unable to control his laughter. To him, the sound of Lucifer's voice was more akin to that of a small bird chirping rather than a threatening roar. The contrast was amusing to him, and he couldn't help but find it hilarious. However, his amusement was short-lived as Lucifer suddenly flew up to him and bellowed menacing threats into his ear, causing Mammon's laughter to turn into a deafening roar of fear.
”You better fix this before I fix it myself or you’ll be sorry!”
Mammon was terrified for his life after accidentally spilling the magical powder mixture on Lucifer. In a desperate attempt to seek mercy, he quickly fled and promised to find a reversal spell to undo the accident. However, Mammon had another plan in mind. He called Diavolo and asked him to pick up Lucifer before he could get truly angry. Diavolo being Diavolo, arrived at the front door in no time, leaving Mammon stunned and relieved that he avoided his eldest brother's wrath.
Then that leads us to now.
In the imposing Great Hall of the Demon Lord's Castle, a scene was unfolding. The tiny figure of Lucifer was perched atop the broad shoulder of Diavolo, while Mammon knelt before them, his eyes downcast and his expression one of guilt. Despite his diminutive size, Lucifer had a commanding presence that made him seem even more imposing than his larger companions. He was currently scolding Mammon with a ferocity that left no doubt as to his displeasure. It was impossible to tell whether Mammon was cowed by Lucifer's fierce demeanour or by the imposing figure of Diavolo, but one thing was clear - he was not getting off lightly.
“If you keep this up, you’ll never be able to get what you want. You’ll be stuck nipping at the heels of others! So you better start acting more responsibly from here on out! Understand?” Lucifer's expectations of Mammon's behaviour were low, but that didn't stop him from delivering a three-hour lecture. The sermon was long enough to justify a punishment, and Mammon was eventually excused. However, the reprimand was harsh enough to leave him with sore and painful knees on his way back home, where he couldn't help but complain about the ordeal.
Once Mammon was out of their sight, Lucifer sighed. “Honestly… Did he even look for a solution to fix this? I should have mentioned that before he left. Ugh…What a headache.”
With a faint chuckle, Diavolo made his way towards his office, a private haven of sorts where he and Lucifer could indulge in an uninterrupted setting. “It’s nice to know that no matter what form you take you’re still the Lucifer I know and love.” Diavolo raised his finger and gently ran it under Lucifer's chin, showing his affection towards his cute boyfriend.
”D-Diavolo! Stop that!”
As Diavolo looked at his tiny Lucifer, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He was amused by the red flush that adorned the cheeks of his beloved. It was a sight that he found endearing and adorable. He longed to pinch those cheeks - but he knew he couldn't while Lucifer was so small. He hoped that he could do it at a later time, once Lucifer had returned to his normal size. But, there was a part of him that wondered if that would ever happen. Despite the uncertainty, Diavolo was determined to stay by Lucifer's side no matter what. He knew that Lucifer was aware of this too, and it gave him comfort to know that his beloved was not alone in this unusual predicament.
Diavolo continues to walk to his office with his pint-sized boyfriend on his shoulder, Lucifer complaining about his brothers. The prince smiled.
He couldn’t be any happier.