Our True Ending

Let Loose, Mr. Prince!

 "I'm telling you, my jealousy's an issue."

"Are you jealous of Lucifer or Barbatos?"

"Not exactly. I just don't like that I wasn't first, or going to be put first."

"Oh, don't think like that!"

I get myself away from him, finally leaving the hug.

"Well, whatever. I'm gonna try my best to take you away from him," I smirk, intentions hidden (getting both of them - very selfish).

Diavolo laughs at my comment.

Seeing my determination to spend time with him, he initiates, "I've decided on a whole event earlier this morning while I was eating! Tomorrow we can do more of the big things like shopping. Today, I want to spend it just with you here. I'm sure you know I'm usually swamped with work, so I don't spend as much time with friends as I would like. Therefore, to make up for lost time, I want to have a photoshoot," arms extending as a surprise announcement.

"Like a real professional photoshoot or just random things for fun?"

"The latter. What better way to make memories than to capture them?! Good idea, don't you think so?"

"Yeah, I'm not usually one for pics, but it's fine if you're the one asking. I know there's no ill intentions or whatever." Diavolo takes my hand, taking my acceptance as an invitation to drag me to wherever we're going. We go back inside the castle, going through what feels like a maze in this enormous place. We enter this giant room, and it's filled with mannequins of props, costumes, and other sorts of eccentric accessories and clothing.

"These are all the collections I've saved throughout the time Lucifer and his brothers have done events or have had any part of large associations coming through, usually for entertainment though, nothing too serious."

"Oh, so you want to use these costumes and things for the photoshoot?"

"Yes! I didn't hire anyone professional. I asked Barbatos if he could take pictures of us. Also, Asmodeus has been teaching me about selfies, so I want to take many of those as well," he smiles at me widely.

There's so many things here! Where do we even begin to start looking for things to wear? I'm hoping one of the boys' sizes would fit me, so it's not too awkward with just some hats and props while he's dressed as - well as a prince haha. Looking around, I spy a toy microphone.

"Hey, Diavolo. Why did you say my voice was pretty when I sang if you knew I wasn't feeling it?"

"It's because it's the first time I heard your voice sound so different. You were so true and raw to your emotions - even if they were negative, they were you. I loved that, so I thought your voice sounded pretty."

"I don't know how you can't lie. Hmph," I smile exhaustedly.

I guess that's what it means to be noticed. I've been doing so well so far. There's been so many times Lucifer's been mentioned, and I didn't fall into a state of happy dismay, but I remember how he noticed me. How he noticed the mouth that created that raw voice. I gently touch my lips recalling the morning of all fantasies for me. I snap out of it. Come on! This is a day with Diavolo. He's the greatest distraction. The sweetest one you'll ever get! Get. It. Together. Y/N.

"Every day I love you just a little bit more, just a little bit more, just a little bit moore than I did the day before~," Diavolo quietly sings.

I recognize that song, but I choose to only listen.

"I like that song. This old-timey formal outfit reminded me of that song," he explains his sudden singy attitude.

"Oh! I can wear a dress to match it - or at least one of the brothers' suits if there's no dress. We can pose for a picture like in the human world's old times. The frame could even be a vintage look. What do you think: In front of a wall or an art piece you have around the castle," I rush to tell my ideas.