So lets say you're Diavolo's younger sibling and around the age of Lucifer.
uh, medival times AU (might not be all correct cause i failed history 💃)
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I stood on a round platform, servants getting my sizes. I sighed, another ball. I had to find a husband/wife? Seriously? One maid said I was allowed to leave and so I excused myself and left. I went to my brother's room, Lord Diavolo. I knocked on the door softly.
"Come in." I heard him say, seeming quite annoyed. I opened the door and walked in. His expression became more calm. "Oh hello Y/N, what do you need?" He asked.
"I just wanted to spend time with my brother, is that so wrong now?" I said teasingly. I silently hoped that he wouldn't ask about the upcoming ball to find me a husband/wife. I heard him stiffle a laugh.
"Then sit, my dear sister." He told me, gesturing to sit beside him.
"So, have you found a wife yet?" I questioned him, quite curious.
"Ah, I don't need a wife I do not desire one." He replied.
"And yet I need a husband/wife, why am I not allowed to choose not to marry?" I huffed out, annoyed. He smiled.
"Well, you, as the younger sibling, need a significant other to uphold the sequence. If I did not have a sibling, I would require a wife." He explained to me. I sighed in defeat.
"If I must." I muttered. He stood up and ruffled my hair. I scrunched up my face. He let out his infamous laugh.
"If you must Y/N, if you must." He echoed while walking out. I sighed and walked out as well. Royalty sucks. I mean, yeah, there are some advantages but all this upholding and stuff is just.. tedious. Barbatos walked over to my brother's side, following in suit to his destination.
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The day of the ball. It's here. I have to choose a significant other. I sighed heavily and put on my fitted dress. I looked around my room for my masquerade mask. I picked it up and tied it on my face. I looked myself in the mirror, judging myself. I did some quick things to make me relax then I heard a knock on my door. 'Ah, it's starting.' I thought to myself while rushing to the door. Barbatos was at the door. "Oh hello Barbatos, is it starting?" I asked him with a warm smile on my face, not trying to make it look as if I were upset and nervous. He squinted at me, appearing to study my face. 'Well crap..'.
"Ah not yet, something has come up. Your father and Diavolo have requested that I inform you." He said after examining my emotions. I raised an eyebrow.
"What has come up Barbatos?" I asked, slightly getting more nervous.
"Instead of dancing to find your partner, you have been assigned one to waltz with." He replied calmly. I was mortified.
"W-What?! First I have to find some butthurt delicate prince to marry and now I'm being assigned a man?! At least at first I could choose!" I scoffed. This is absolute bullshit.
"I'm sorry m'lady but your father has required it." He told me, now sounding pitiful. I rolled my eyes.
"Where is he?" I said bluntly.
"You know that confronting your father would only lead to a disastrous situation."
"No, not my father, the man im supposed to 'marry'."
"Oh, he has not yet arrived, he will be here at your door at the time of the Royal Ball."
I let out a heavy sigh. "Very well then." Barbatos walked away once I finished my sentence. I stood there at my door, looking down at my gown. I felt a small tear run down my cheek. I didn't bother to clean it off and instead walked back into my room.
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I sat on my bed, lost in my thoughts, when I heard a stiff knock. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiling at myself before dashing to the door. I saw a man, perhaps the same age as me, in a suit, black mask, ruby red eyes. He was significantly taller than me (HE'S LITERALLY 6'3 LIKE BYE)
"Hello, you must be Y/N. I am Lucifer." He spoke formally. I looked up at his face, my neck slightly hurting.
"Indeed I am. Pleasure to meet you, Lucifer." I replied back, faintly bowing. A smile crept onto his lips.
"No need to be formal princess/prince." He said, reaching out for my hand. I took it, softly laughing as well.
"If you say so." I replied. Hand in hand, we walked out to the royal ballroom. He graciously took me to the middle. He then stood in front of me and bent down.
"May I have this dance, princess/prince?" He asked while holding my hand close to his chin.
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(kind of like that)
"You may." I simply replied. He got up and went into a dancing pose. We danced in sync, both to the beat and each other.
