relentless │ obey me!

one

It was a cold day in the Devildom.

You couldn't quite remember if this was Diavolo's doing or if it was natural; so many strange things happened in the Devildom daily that it was hard to keep up with what caused what.

Asmodeus called out your name and when you looked up from your D.D.D., you saw him sauntering right over to you. "Ooh, have you checked on Devilgram today? Did you see my new post?"

Without giving you a chance to speak or even switch to Devilgram, Asmodeus wrapped his arms around you, shivering. You could tell it was a little exaggerated but decided to not say anything.

"As you know, it's really cold this evening," Asmodeus sighed, leaning more and more of his weight against you as the seconds passed. "You're one of my favorite humans, and I'm one of your favorite demons... So, I think it's clear what we should do to survive this horrible weather!"

"When did I ever say you were my favorite demon?" You asked, looking back down at your D.D.D. "Or one of them."

"You said so in your sleep!" Asmodeus smiled. You looked up to give him a perturbed expression. "The last time we slept together, you said so! I obviously don't watch you sleep. I would lose my own sleep if I did that."

"Oh." You considered that for a few moments. "That's true."

"See? You know deep in your heart I'd never do anything weird to you. You should help me convince my brothers about that too!" Asmodeus pulled you even closer to his body. "Anyways, back to what I was originally saying! It's going to be cold later on tonight too, so I thought we could share a bed together."

"Why not invite one of your fans?" You huffed out an annoyed breath when your phone was plucked from your hands. "Asmo."

"What?" Asmodeus whined. "None of my fans are you. Plus, they don't know my top two favorite cuddling positions. You do, babe!"

"Give me my phone—whatever it's called—back and I'll sleep with you."

"Thanks!" Asmodeus chirped out, dropping the D.D.D. back into your awaiting palm. "I'll see you in a bit then, darling!"

"Okay..." You watched him skip away. You sighed to yourself, wondering what torture awaited you once he entered your room.

You started to walk off, travelling down the bunch of hallways to your room.

Suddenly, you heard a bunch of pounding footsteps around the corner.

"Hey!" Mammon crashed right into you, pulling back to urgently shove his card into your hands. "Please, please, don't let Lucifer know! I'll come to your room to pick Goldie up tonight!" And with that, he scrambled out of the hallway.

"Jesus." You let out a breath of air, looking down at the credit card in your hand. "I thought Belphie was killing me again."

"Give me a little more credit," Belphegor muttered out as he walked past you, pillow dragging on the floor. "If I ever did it again, it'd be in your sleep."

As he rounded the corner a chill went down your spine.

Then, Lucifer appeared, which was no surprise to you. "Did Mammon just come by here?"