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You had left the attic, excusing yourself, walking down until you heard faint music. You followed the sound, pinpointing the origin within the secret study. You aren't sure whenever to enter or not, but your choices don't matter either way. You enter, seeing Lucifer, you wonder if he was anticipating your arrival.
You both converse, seeing him listening to his music, talking about the cursed vinyl. How he felt after selecting you for the exchange program, after randomly selecting you from this very room. He regretted how after selecting you, being a magnet for trouble caused him to regret his decision, yet he later thought you were the right choice. You didn't expect him to laugh as he said how entertaining you were for the past year, laughing as he most likely reminisced on the memories.
Then, as he questioned you if you've done all you've set out to do in the Devildom, you remembered a crucial detail.
You say you haven't made a pact with him.
“A pact, you say?” He says, thinking only for a moment. “I see. You've made pacts with all of my brothers, which just leaves me…”
“Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly? I don't know how my brothers felt about making a pact with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off your list.” As he said all this, you could feel you've disrespected him.
“I can't have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won't do.”
He transformed into his demon form, making you surprised at the suddenness.
It won't matter what you do, he looks angry, so you stand your ground. There's something about this that feels odd.
“Now listen, and listen well.” Lucifer said, stepping closer to you.
“I will not be your possession. I won't belong to you.” You gulped audibly as his intimidating stature smiled. “You will belong to me.”
When the words dripped from his lips, you couldn't accept this. You won't.
“So, what will it be? Will you make a pact with me?”
>No, I don't want a pact with you.
>Yes. I'll make a pact with you.
“You said you haven't made a pact with me.” He says coldly. “You'll be the one regretting this.”
>I'm kidding. I'll make a pact with you.
>I don't belong to you.
“...That's the part you take issue with?” He pauses, pondering. You felt tense before, but now he feels less threatening.
“Fine. It doesn't change that I won't just simply be your possession.” His face looks peeved at having to drop the whole ‘belonging to him’ spiel. He seems to just want a pact with you above else.
Revelation hits you. He's prideful, the thought of belonging to anyone, even you, would hurt the very sin he represents. Your mind drifts elsewhere, wondering if part of him simply doesn't want to be the only one excluded without a pact with you.
>Okay. Let's make a pact.
“Good.” With that, you've made a pact with Lucifer. “I assume that takes care of all your loose ends?”
With that, you start to think. Is there anything else you need to do?