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Question Submitted From: PurpleLotusFlower_01
To Devil and King Dice, was it hard raising (y/n) in the ealier years when she was a newborn and later on?
Question Submitted From: Ruqayyahhh_101
Devil and King Dice! Where did you find a child, you know, Y/N and how old is she? (A/n: I'll answer BOTH of these at the same time)

Answer:

"[Y/n]'s creation was... complicated..."

~ F L A S H B A C K ~

It had been a few months since the Devil's defeat by the hands of the two cup brother's. Him and all of his other employees were now fully healed, and the casino was now up and running again; thankfully. The Devil was just in his office; his golden trident in one hand, and a spellbook in the other. He was attempting to make a potion for his collection, when-

"BOSS!! We need you outside, now!" Dice yelled as he slammed the door open, causing the Devil to jump in his place and whip his head around.

The Devil growled in frustration and snapped his fingers, causing his trident and the spellbook he was holding to disappear. He stormed over to Dice, who had a blank look on his face and his hands behind his back as he watched the Devil stomp over to him.

"What?" The demon hissed, his tail flickering behind him as he tapped his foot impatiently with his arms crossed.

The two were unaware of the bottle that was labeled 'King Dice's Blood' had fallen into the cauldron that the Devil was using for his potion.

As the two argued over whatever - with Dice being the more reasonable of the two, of course - they left the Devil's office and slammed the door shut; causing the cauldron to shake in its place, stirring Dice's blood in with the concoction.

Everything was quite.

That was until the cauldron began to shake in its place. Things fell from their places on the shelves and desks. Portraits began to swing from side to side. And a purple liquid with black mist layering over it began to escape the cauldron and fall onto the floor.

And then, there was suddenly a large gust of wind, and the cauldron tipped over and fell; letting all of its contents escape onto the floor.

It was quite again.

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"WAAAAAAAAH!!!"

The door slammed open once again, revealing Devil and King Dice as well as the rest of the employees.

The Devil growled, his eyes beginning to glow.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS-"

"Um... boss...?"

The Devil turned to Mr. Wheezy, whiffs of smoke escaping his lips as he bared his sharp fangs.

"WHAT?!"

"Uh... look..." Mr. Wheezy pointed to something, making the Devil whip his head around and look over to see what the Hell it was.

Everyone gasped, and the Devil's eyes went wide.

There, sitting in the middle of the room, was a baby. She had horns, pointy ears, and a tail. Her rosy cheeks and purple attire made her stick out of the mist that surrounded her, as well as her cries.

Once again, everyone was silent (minus little [Y/n]'s cries).

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"F*ck."

~ P R E S E N T ~

"And about raising [Y/n] in the ealier years..." King Dice trailed off, standing next to The Devil.

~ F L A S H B A C K ~

"DICE!!" The Devil yelled as he kicked the door open with a baby [Y/n] in his hands; who was crying, by the way. Hot, red tears steamed down her cheeks as she moved around in The Devil's grasp, trying to get out.

Dice, who was busy signing some paperwork, jumped at The Devil's sudden entrance and whipped his head around.

"WHAT?!" Dice asked as The Devil came to a stop in front of him. "MAKE HER STOP, PLEASE!! SHE WON'T QUIET DOWN NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I DEMAND HER TO!!!" The Devil yelled as he handed [Y/n] over to Dice, whose eyes were still wide as he dropped the paper and quil he was using to hold her.

She instantly went quiet and snuggled up to Dice.

The Devil's jaw dropped in shock as Dice laughed.

"Looks like we know who her favorite is!" Dice laughed as he turned around and walked away from The Devil.

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"WHAAAAAT?!?!"

~ P R E S E N T ~

King Dice chuckled at the memory and nudged The Devil with his elbow as the said demon huffed and crossed his arms; pouting.

"And as for how old [Y/n] is, she is currently eight."