Maybe the game was for immature high schoolers, but saying you all weren't was a stretch. In fact, the entire game was Lord Diovolo's idea! How could you go against him? Especially with such a precious face!
Everyone had gathered to a party that Asmo had practically cried about wanting to Lucifer. He didn't really expect it to just be you all, but it's a party, I guess? He was more excited when the suggestion of Seven Minutes In Heaven came up.
Diovolo pulled the hat off of Luke, who whined, but wouldn't get it back anyways. They took turns putting items in the hat, since nobody felt like searching for paper and a pen to put their names in.
"Luke, since your hat will do the choosing, how about you choose who goes first?"
Diovolo grins
Luke crossed his arms, huffing. He looked around the room. As much as he wanted everyone to suffer by being stuck in a cramped closet, you were his favorite, so without thinking, he blurted out
"(Y/N) should go first!"
You blink. Well, your fate was sealed.
With a sharp inhale, you reached into the hat, pulling out...
