☆. . . in which the famous painter (name) yamamoto gets dragged down to hell for a student exchange program. while in her year in the devildom she takes a journey to find her beloved, lady tamayo. ❜
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⤷ she/her pronouns used for the reader.
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not enough details. was burned out writing this so i apologize. happy holidays!
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You ran your hands in your newly installed sink that rested inside of your room as Luciferーin his wordsーwanted you to look more 'representable' when you were called to meetings. It was because of this one incident. Mammon literally pulled you out of your room with a paint palette and brush in hand which is why your hands were smeared with paint. He could at least teach his brothers some respect, not even Luke would pull something like that.
A barge into your room wake up Chachamaru who was resting on your pillows. "Knock. There is something called knocking. If Luke can do it, so can you." Your spoke your voice laced with a hint of aggravation, your hands reached for a couple of paper towels that hung near the sink. "Sorry, but do you have a second?" Satan asked, looking at your smaller form. "What is it now?" You threw paper in the trash can, crossing your arms. "Something has occurred. I need you to come with me right away." He stared directly into your eyes, you closed them, throwing your head back slightly. "Actually, I don't want to know, let's get this over with."
Satan went by the door patiently waiting for you to go through. You followed by taking the lead.
