My lord [Diavolo x Barbatos]

Chapter 14

Barbatos's birthday was now weeks behind them. As they all began to prepare for the masquerade ball. With the event rapidly approaching. They need to start fixing up the area in which the ball is to take place.

It was a rather scorching day, though MC just seemed to say that's how mondays are. But everyone is hard at work getting all the decorations up, as well as making sure a specific person doesn't bail out on his work in favour of gambling. Though that's why Beel is security for today and for the event.

"How much more of those wall clothes do we have left?" Asmodeous called out to Levi, quickly he checked the bag and turned back to Asmodeous before cuffing his hands around his mouth. "Not much! Probably enough for 5 more pillars!" His voice echoed throughout the space they were cleaning up.

Asmodeous just groaned. Now they're going to have to make more, just great.

While those two were moping around about making more linen, Barbatos and Simeon were busy planning out the spinning floor and lights for the event.

"Remind me again why we have to tear the floor up again for this spinning floor? I mean what's wrong with this one?" Simeon commented as he began to mark where the rotating disc under the floor should go. Barbatos sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "The socialites that intend on attending want the floor to be up to their standards and not 'made by plebs' from what they said" he lifted up air quotes.

Simeon just scoffed at the demand before shaking his head as well and subtly laughing to himself. "They're really letting a simple floor get to them? Really?" He then later mouths, ok sure, whatever they want I guess.

The location that was chosen was one of the former king's old palace's. Which was mostly built off the backs of poor labourers. Of course if it was up to the group, they would have played with another location to host the event. But for whatever reason, both the syndicate and the upper classes wanted the ball to happen here of all places. We're they getting some weird kick out of it? Knowing what really happened here?

Either way, there's no fighting their decision.

Just as the floor beards were being ripped up, two child size shoes stood on top the board that Simeon was about to remove. He sighed before looking at the owner of said shoes. "Do you mind? I'm in the middle of something here" he asked, with Luke just staring down at him while crossing his arms.

"No I do mind actually. Anyways, have you guys seen the two cakes I just made? I'm trying to figure out which one I should make for the hall but it seems like someone has stolen them" he rubbed his brows and began to tap his finger on his arm. Simeon couldn't be bothered to deal with this right now so he turned to Barbatos whose face was saying something along the lines of don't drag me into this.

But Simeon is already set on making this Barbatos problem. "Maybe you should ask Barbatos here, I think he'll be able to help" Simeon looked back at Barbatos with a smug face, the ladder of which was not pleased to be thrusted into this. Luke pondered for a moment before nodding, "yes you might be right. Come on then Barbatos, we must find out what happened to those cakes I made!"

Luke then proceeds to grab onto Barbatos's arm and pulls him toward the kitchen. But not before Barbatos glares at Simeon for putting him into this mess.

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The small pitter patters of footsteps echoed throughout the halls as 3 little D's walked in the direction of the future king of the devildom. Though the sound of their footsteps was soon overshadowed by the immense amount of snoring that came from Diavolo's room. The items on the walls around them began to shake from the sheer volume.