"You will need to try a little harder than that, darling." He melodically said. But even after spending all of your free time reciting and reciting the same lines you began wondering if he is not just messing with you.
[or you really need to get th...
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THERE WAS a massive queue right outside the Drama Club. And you see, there has never been such interest in it before.
In fact, other demons thought it to be silly and sometimes straight up humiliating so no one other than you and your dear colleagues (?) dared to even be spotted near the room.
So to say the least, you were more than curious. You were interested. You were fascinated. And every other synonym that a quick Google search would be able to give. Your feet quickly took you to the closest person your eyes could spot.
And you leaned a bit before tapping them on the shoulder.
They did not even budge.
So you tapped again. And again. And by that time you were definitely becoming annoying so you left all of your remaining patience to your voice.
"Hey? What is going on? Why are there so many people here?" You asked the person. They immediately turned to you.
It was a long-haired demon with gray eyes and similarly grey hair with two horns poking out of their head. They smiled at you and at this moment you realised that you had made the right bet to ask them out of everyone here.
It seemed like they loved to gossip. "Oh? You don't know? I am so glad to be the first to explain to you why! It feels so honourable to spread the story by myself! Lord Asmo is here! Apparently! He is going to be the new male lead to that one human story romance play!" They excitedly explained.
You nodded in understanding before finally processing the words.
"WHAT?!" You couldn't help but yell in shock. Fortunately, no one heard you as they were too busy talking or waiting in excitement of their turn to get to the door. On the other hand, the gray-haired demon you were talking with - grimaced at your reaction.
"What? Are you a hater? You must be one of those dummies who don't know when they see real beauty." They angrily spat.
Your hands jumped in the front in defence and you quickly began explaining yourself. "No! No! It's not a negative 'WHAT?!' it was just pure surprise because I am in the club and have never seen him there! I am, uh- positively trilled!"
The truth is, you have never missed a practice or an activity. And no one had told you that your group will be presenting a new play so soon.
So, of course, there was only one explanation. Asmodeus was doing a classic nepo-baby practice. You were not a fan, but you didn't dislike him either. You just couldn't feel any of those things without knowing him.
But this...this left you rather upset and annoyed.
Fortunately, you bullshit-ing had done its job and calmed down the stranger in front of you. They smiled sweetly but there was obvious envy in their aura that you recognised a bit too easily.
"Oh, is that so? You would have such a great time being in his presence! I am almost jealous but I know that chances are that you of all people would not even manage to get him to even greet you." Ouch. "But to explain! Apparently he changed his opinion on the Drama Club! I mean, aren't theatre kids actually kinda cute? Well, not you. But like him! He will make your little loser group so cute!" The demon continued being passively-agressive to you and you almost shuddered.
Almost.
Unfortunately the club-president has said worse things than whatever the person in front of you was trying to imply. So it left no big impression on you.
You smiled at them and nodded. "Thank you for your information! I will leave now." You waved and left before hearing their response.
As you were walking to the beginning of the queue, which by the way was ridiculously long, your nose detected the scent of roses and even though it was one of your favourite aroma, a nervous feeling resided in you. The scent was becoming more and more overwhelming.
It was like someone got drowned in perfume and even though from afar it was a nice fragrance, the closer you got, it reached a state of greediness.
Well, everything was suddenly explained.
As you angrily stormed in, not caring about the fans you were pushing, a sight was revealed to you. Two strangers to the club were located in the middle.
One, a pretty famous demon, with champagne-coloured hair and sparkling eyes was sat in a fancy chair right in the middle as he talking about something your ears couldn't pick up on.
And another, a white-haired one, with an upset frown on his face as if he was counting the seconds until he could leave. Unlike the first one, he was not sat.
Of course, you recognised them quickly. You just couldn't not do it considering their status.
Asmodeus and Mammon.
And the scene slightly reminded you of a king and his jester having their daily talks with the citizens of a kingdom.
It irked you.
So the first thing you did after watching this entire absurd situation was to find the president of the club and have a long and nice talk with them.
