Falling On A Demon

Part - 1

Not sure if plants growing inside a house was something normal here in Devildom. Near my bed is a TREE, just a tree nothing's serious...

I guess.

Lanterns hangs on the branches. Creepers almost dominates the side of the wall. At the opposite end of my bed, another plant. It feels like I'm in the wilderness but sleeping in a comfortable bed.

WAIT!

It makes me more like a sheep 🐑 !! in that kind of room. Hmm! I need some explanation to this!

I roll my eyes towards the roses in Asmodeus room. No fair! This room is more like a room of a princess in fairy tales.

If Lucifer would let me switch room with someone in the house. I would choose HIS. Lucifer's room. Never into cute stuff, I am more into bachelor's room. Plus I want him around. Evil grin. Then it morph into a frown slap by the realisation...

"I think there should be an avatar of love here," I sighs. Sitting on one of Asmodeus elegant chair.

"Love isn't a Demon thing." He respond while painting my nails with glittered light pink polish.

"It is!" I stretches out my arm forward sliding it over the table, and rest my head above it. "It hurts, right here. It feels like a punishment." I taps my chest twice.

Asmo suddenly move up, squinting his eyes with hands arrowed on his hips. "And who's this lucky guy hurting you like that?!"

I straightens my posture. "Lu... Look maybe... some... Someone from human world. I guess?" Damn! Almost lost control over my careless mouth.

Asmo leans down, face moving towards me then he whispers. "We are family now, MC. We can share secrets."

I quickly moved away, shaking both my hands. He always do the weird things. Right! He's the avatar of lust. Make sense.

"I gotta go. I need to return the book I borrowed from Satan."

I don't wait for his response and run outside, after the door closes I release a breath.

I'm not afraid of Asmo or something, I just don't want him to know that I have an unexplain feeling towards his brother. Let me correct that. Not unexplained anymore, because I starts to feel jealousy, and self-pity. He is popular, all of them actually and girls are everywhere, tailing or just flirty approach them. Especially him, who rank number two on popularity votes. Even Mammon wants to take a picture of him topless so that he can sell it like a rare piece.

And... I am MC, the one they call sheep 🐑 in the academy. Half of the students hates me for being lucky living with the 7 brothers, others just plainly wants to eat me.

Am I really lucky living with them?

After everything was settled between Lucifer and Belfie, I don't know where to put myself anymore. I could still remember how I embrace Lucifer so tight while Asmo was talking about being in love. But all that, was now a memory of one person, and it was me. I'm the only one who remembered it, since I traveled back in time and all those events didn't happen to them. He don't remember that I almost confessed to him, when we are both left behind. Or Did he? When did the event change? Was it the time when I move to the attic and Belfie found me?

"Hey-yo! MC." A heavy hand swing over my shoulder. A tanned arm, in his silver hair, Mammon.

"Are you going to sleep? Can I stay in your room tonight?" He continue.

"You never ask permission everytime you walk into my room, why now?" I raises a brow.

"Because... you know... Nevermind." He pulled his hand away then shove it into his pocket. "Goodnight, MC." He then walks ahead.