The intertwining of hearts (Dialuci)

In The Face Of Sorrow

⚠️ Please be warned that this chapter contains mentions of character death/suicide and self-harm ⚠️

If you are easily affected by mentions of these things please don't read any further and remember to take care of yourself. If you think you can handle light mentions of these things feel free to read but if you aren't in the best headspace please wait until you feel better/safer.

If you want to know anything that happens in this chapter but are afraid it will trigger you please skip to the bottom author note where I will summarize it all.

~Barbatos~

It was a secret to no one that Diavolo was a lonely person, he hated his father's way of thinking and for most of his life the Prince grew up with only me by his side, that was, of course, before Lucifer had shown up.

A gorgeous angel promised to one day take the Prince's hand in ruling, destined for greatness beside Diavolo. Well, to say the Demon was star-struck would be an extreme understatement. For a while, the former Angel refused to have anything to do with the Prince outside of his duty and obligation (too scared by his former way of thinking to even consider coming to the palace) but as the Older Demon kept persistent in his attempts, Lucifer's walls deteriorated- breaking down under the Love of the other.

Perhaps it was silly for Lucifer to even resist in the first place as every reality bound the two together in some way. Not always in a happy ending but in love and life the two were strung together by the threads of fate. While I myself had no interest in finding my partner (Time would accomplish that itself) there was no problem with Diabolo pushing forward the future.

I checked my watch quickly, taking a break from hanging up decorations, the first batch of sweets was ready to be taken out of the oven. I headed down to the kitchen allowing my thoughts to wander back to the pair.

It wasn't a nice thought but I did worry of what would happen if Lucifer would reject the other man. No doubt it would weigh on both their minds but I was afraid for what that would do to Diavolo...If I had to guess? Things would end in ways I don't care to imagine... A feeling of guilt and remorse he would possibly take onto his body in pain or lack of self-care, And Lucifer? He would feel like it was his fault for the Prince's actions if he ever found out- not that it was, he wasn't responsible for such things and Diavolo would never believe he was either.

An unsavoury taste filled my mouth at the thought. Diavolo wasn't very strong of mind... Like a ceramic heart, easily broken. It was part of my duty to make sure no realities like that got the chance to see the light of day.

But, things happen, and there were memories in my head (memories that never happened according to this timeline) where I had failed in such duties. There were many things I wished could forget- specifically those words Diavolo once muttered to me in a low "I'm just so tired of life." upon hearing those words I panicked, switching timelines without another thought. Those words will forever serve as my reminder as to why I can't forget my role as his Butler. I'm here to protect him, to keep him safe and loved, and now with Lucifer, I won't be alone in that.

But in the off chance that Lucifer was to directly reject that position? Well, this reality wouldn't last past there.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind, setting the food to be iced and to cool on the counter. I was to make sure that if anything like that happened I could take care of it. That was my part to play as his servant and friend.

"Barbatos!" Just then the devil himself walked into the room."How is everything going? Do you need any help?" Diavolo asked as I shook my head smiling."No, but I do recall you having some work to finish?" He nodded no with a smirk."All done." Well, it had been three hours which was apparently all the time he needed. "Really? I felt sure it would take you longer I joked with a straight face, anyone who hadn't known me as well as my lord would have thought it was just a rude remark. " How truly devastating that you believe such a thing." He gasped playing into his usual dramatics.