Book 1: The Wrong Girl in the Devildom

Enough

Dinner time finally arrived and Alicia sat to the table with the brothers, absently picking at the food on her plate. She could smell that whoever made the human food dropped the ball on making sure it was cooked properly. The chicken wasn't cooked all the way, and some of the vegetables were still raw. 

"You know, if you keep picking at it, you're going to have to throw it away," Leviathan muttered without looking up from his plate. "We've wasted a lot of food on you already. Are you trying to go on a hunger strike?"

"It's not cooked properly and I can't eat it without getting sick." Alicia parted the chicken and showed the demon next to her, the chicken was still bleeding a little. 

"What the- Who was in charge of cooking duty tonight?" Leviathan looked around before his eyes settled on the sleepy demon at the end of the table. "Belphie."

"What? I read online that chicken shouldn't be dry. It was plenty wet by the time I took it out the oven and I figured it was done. Besides, it was taking too long to cook."

"What exactly could've been so important that you just stopped cooking our guest's meal?" Lucifer asked, setting his fork and knife down on the table. 

"Literally, anything. But to be more specific, I was long overdue for a nap." Alicia glared at the tired eyed demon and pushed her plate away lightly. She reached out for the breadbasket and a butter packet. It was better than nothing. 

"Alicia, please forgive him. He's a little sore when it comes down to humans." Lucifer said, getting up and collecting the girl's plate. "I'll find a way to accommodate your diet going forward."

"I know how to cook if I could just be given the ingredients-"

"No!" The cry was let out in unison between the remaining six brothers. Alicia raised an eyebrow, clearly offended. 

"We're not saying your cooking is terrible...." Asmodeus started.

"It's just that, only one person cooks in the kitchen per evening. If you cook for one person, you have to cook for the entire house, and we'd hate to see you wasting time and energy-"

"And food" Beelzebub chimed in.

"And food," Satan added reluctantly, "In case no one actually eats it."

Alicia sat there and looked at the demons, tilting her head a bit as she thought about her next choice of words. She didn't want to cause a scene, it wasn't like she'd been passively eating terrible food this past week, or absently trying to force down whatever demon food they had to offer so she wouldn't pass out. 

"Can I at least oversee the preparation of my own meal then?" She turned her attention to Lucifer with pleading eyes. His own crimson ones looked down at her, and he nodded once. 

"Fine, you can watch whoever is in charge of cooking your food. In return, someone will be watching over you when you cook ours."

"Excuse me?" 

"Did you think you were never going to have to work the kitchen shift? No, this is your first week here. We would never force a newcomer into the kitchen, especially from a different realm, but next week, you will be on the schedule as the rest of us." With a smirk, Lucifer walked off to go discard the girl's food.

"I have to say, this is the most words we've heard out of you at the table since you got here," Leviathan muttered. 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I thought you were a little off since you barely talk in class and you barely talk here."

"What's there to talk about? How am I supposed to answer questions I don't know? What am I supposed to talk about with strangers? Am I supposed to just jump into conversations that have nothing to do with me?" Alicia's voice picked up a little in volume, and she felt a hand gently press on her back.