Crossing Dimensions

Meeting the Angels (and Barbatos)

* 2nd week, 3rd day | 7: 32 AM *

As you entered the classroom, you noticed Lord Diavolo, Lucifer, and a man you've never seen before sitting in a row, discussing something.

"Who's that?" Chara muttered, floating in front of the man. "His hair's pretty cool, like an ombre." Lucifer notices you and waved you over. You said your greetings and sat down next to them. 

"Just when I thought the uproar about the new exchange student from the human world had started to subside some." The man sighed. His hair is of a dark green that has an ombre into a lighter, mintier shade of green. Gloved hands impatiently drum the table. "When you say something, my lord, nobody listens, but when a fickle rumor spread, it's akin to a spark spreading fire."

"Come now Barbatros. The gossip might even be a good thing since it'll be harder for lesser demons to eat her now." Diavolo said, trying to cheer him up. He doesn't seem to be doing very well. 

Lucifer crossed his arms and frowned. "Yes, since Mammon isn't doing a very good job as a guardian, though I've expected him to slack off."

"I suppose it stands as proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo." Barbatos complimented, giving you a tight-lipped smile. 

"Sorry, but I don't think we've met before..?" You asked the man. 

"Ah yes, pardon me. My name is Barbatos. I have the honor of serving as a steward to Lord Diavolo. Pleased to make your acquaintance."  You took his gloved hand in yours and shook it. 

"You know, I've heard a saying that the most thick-headed child is the cutest." Diavolo jumped into another topic, you assumed about Mammon. 

"I can't deal with him as my younger brother, let alone my child." Lucifer seemed to grow several wrinkles simply thinking about it. You could imagine the chaos that would erupt in the house if Mammon became Lucifer's unfortunate son. The thought tickled you. 

"Ah, but I notice that you didn't deny the part about him being cute, did you?" Another man walked up to the group.

Your breath hitched as you caught sight of the stranger. Your cheeks instantly caught on fire, so did Chara's. "Oh. My. God." She whispered, in hushed, stunned, reverent silence. 

This man looks like he came from the heavens (which you will soon find out that he does). His dark skin contrasts greatly with his light blue to yellow gradient eyes (similar to Mammon's). He bore his short dark brown hair with a fringe and a parting above his left eye.

He wore a tight-fitting shirt with no sleeves and turtleneck which was adorned with gold, grey, and white markings that shows off his torso. 

"Whoever made his clothes, why not cover his torso and let him show off his chest?" You almost sputtered at Chara's forward question, but silently agreed with her. You felt your sins crawling on your back. How disgusting. 

On this, he wears a white cape that only covered his forearms (what's the point of using a cloak then, you thought?) with gold outline, on the inside, it has a blue color, held by a gold string.  His pants are white with a black pattern on the top. He also sported black gloves with two golden lines that almost reached his elbows. 

If he isn't the embodiment of beauty, you don't know what is. Well, you supposed it would be Asmodeus, but this man's very, VERY attractive. If you weren't red in the face a few seconds ago, you certainly are now. 

"If I may add, I'll say you're the most annoying one, Lucifer." Even his voice is pleasing to hear. You felt as if you could listen to that sultry, deep voice on repeat for years. Snap yourself out of this, Rubina!