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💙🧙‍♂️Solomon X Lucifer: Rivals?💙🧙‍♂️

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Solomon and Lucifer - Rivals?

3rd Person POV

A closing of the door announced to everyone in the council room of the meeting's start. All eyes fell upon the Demon Lord. They knew there was a reason for this impromptu assembly. Diavolo was feeling impulsive. They would suffer the consequences. Every soul, demon, angel, and human alike watched the young prince with bated breath.

"My Lord, what is the reason you called all of us here?" Lucifer inquired.

Diavolo smiled at him before turning his attention to the entire group. "I would like to propose an idea for our next event."

The atmosphere changed. Some showed visible excitement. Others waited with baited hesitancy. Regardless of the groups' reactions, the young prince continued with his planned announcement.

"I was researching different competitions that the human world hosts and I came across one that incorporated so many for a variety of talents. I believe it was called The Olympics," Diavolo smiled while looking at Solomon and MC.

"Okay, so you want us to have an Olympics?" Satan asked.

Diavolo nodded. "Of sorts. I was thinking more along the lines of a Magical Games amongst the Realms. Demons, Angels, Sorcerers, Witches. Anyone can participate! What do you all think?"

"Is there gonna be a prize?" Mammon asked, hopeful. "Like a whole bunch of Grimm for the winner!"

"Or maybe an endless buffet from the best restaurants of all the realms," Beel stated holding his stomach while drooling.

"A spa day would be nice. All the luxurious lotions and scrubs would make my skin absolutely glow!" Asmo cheered.

"Maybe the winner could get a week off from school. I'm sleepy," Belphie yawned.

Lucifer sighed and pinched his nose. "Honestly, you all are too much right now. Quiet down and let Lord Diavolo speak."

Diavolo laughed. "While I haven't decided the winning prize, I'm happy you all are excited. I look forward to all of your participation in the games."

Lucifer looked to Diavolo. "When will the games begin my Lord?"

"The games will take place beginning next Thursday and will run for the following 2 days. I expect you all to do your best!"

"Pardon?" Lucifer responded, his aura thickening from his shock.

A sly chuckle broke the silence. All eyes in the room turned to look at the white hair sorcerer. Immediately, Lucifer's brows furrowed. He felt his blood simmer. Frustration coursed through his veins. The two, Avatar of Pride and Witty Sorcerer, stared eye to eye. Both held their own signature looks. Lucifer, one of disdain and tiredness, and Solomon, one of piquing curiosity and sarcasm.

"Care to interject, Solomon?" Lucifer seethed.

The room grew cold. Anyone who knew these two knew to avoid their interactions. Everyone watched with bated breath.

Solomon peered at Lucifer. "I find it humorous that you don't want to participate. Is that fear of losing I sense?"

Lucifer went rigid. His eyes stared daggers into Solomon who merely kept the same smug grin. Hatred coursed within Lucifer. "Don't be ridiculous. I have no fear in competing in a simple contest."