Obey Me! One MISTRESS to rule them all!

A Pet is a Big Responsibility

Teli POV:

"Teli, this isn't what I was talking about at all." Luke complained the moment he realized where I took him to, "I believe I asked to stay in your room..."

"...so what are we doing here in Beelzebub's?!" He emphasised, spreading his hands widely and gesturing at the room and Beel, who stood by my side and watched him while I shushed him frantically.

"You're talking too loud. If you don't want the others to know you're here, you'd better keep it down." Beel said stoically.

"Answer the question!" Luke demanded and I hurried to oblige before he'll wake up the entire house.

"I'm sorry, Luke, I tried to tell you before. I'm staying here at the moment."

"No one can use Teli's room right now." Beel agreed.

"Wha? What do you mean no one can use it?" Luke asked in horror and confusion.

"It's all because of the custard." Beel said as anger started taking over him yet again.

"The custard...?" Luke repeated only in confusion this time and I rolled my eyes.

"Forget it. Beel, let it go already." I asked before looking at Luke again, "Mammon and Beel got into a fight in the kitchen and ended up ruinning the mutual wall of it and my room."

"So Teli and I have to share a room now. We don't have a choice. Those were Lucifer's words." Beel said and I could hear the new detaste in his voice at the mention of his eldest brother's name before adding bitterly, "I don't remember asking anyone to pick up a dog from the street and bring it back here, not to mention one that never stops barking."

I couldn't help but chuckle shortly at the returning joke.

"Hey! Don't you compare me to a dog!" Luke immediately complained, getting flushed before crossing his arms and looking away with a pout, "Anyway, I wasn't picked up off the street! I came here of my own free will!"

Beel went to his usual side of the room and returned with two glasses of a red drink.

"Here, drink this for now, and try to calm down." He said, handing a glass to Luke.

"Wh-What's this supposed to be? ...it's red. It better not be some sort of weird demon drink...like some strange creature's blood or something! Tell me it's not!" Luke paniced as Beel and I gave him weirded out looks.

"It's just pomegarante juice." Beel answered before handing me the other glass, "There you go, Teli."

"Aw, thanks Beel!" I said with a small smile and took out a piece of candy, handing it to him, which he took with a smile.

"Wh...what?! Beelzebub, why are you being nice to me? It's creeping me out." Luke said anxiously. Beel simply smiled.

"Because you gave me cake once." He answered again and I smiled, understanding the situation.

"Did I? ...Ah, right, you're talking about that one time..." Luke said slowly, inspecting Beel from head to toe.

"When did that happen?" I asked in curiosity, crossing legs and starting to drink.

"It's nothing important, really. But in recent years I've actually been learning how to bake cakes and pastries and things." Luke said, smiling proudly.

"Really? That's cool." I complimented.

"N-No, it's nothing so impressive. I mean, I've only been doing it for about 300 years or so. I'm still and amateur!" 300 YEARS is nothing impressive?? I haven't been into the kitchen much because of Bubbe but I'm pretty sure I'll need more than 500 years to just learn how not burn water.