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You gain consciousness in a strange room, mind hazy. Looking around, it seems to resemble a courtroom, and several men are standing around, staring at you. Several //attractive// men.
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Seeing that you've woken up, the man sitting in the chief judge’s seat, a redhead with golden eyes, moves to speak.
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“Hello, $name,” he greets. “Welcome to the Devildom.”
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“Sorry?” you reply, baffled. Is this a dream? It’s got to be, right? The last thing you remember is falling over in the middle of the night. Surely you're just sleeping, and your mind is making up this weirdness.
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“Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we?” the man smiles. “Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived, after all. As a human, it will probably take a while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom.”
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“Um…the Devildom?” you ask. Wow, your mind seems to be very creative with the dream tonight.
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“Yes, the Devildom. I see you catch on quickly. Excellent!” the man replies happily, though it does nothing to help clear up what ‘the Devildom’ actually is.
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“I suppose I should start by introducing myself first,” the redhead says. “My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of demons, and all here know of me. Someday soon I shall be crowned king as well.”
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Your eyebrows shoot up at this statement - now your dream characters even have NAMES?! - but Diavolo only smiles warmly, gesturing at the floor length window opposite his seat. It overlooks a beautiful city, colorful lights glimmering under a cloak of pure darkness.
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“This is the Royal Academy of Diavolo, though we just call it RAD. We are in the assembly hall right now, which overlooks all of the Devildom as you can see. This room the very heart of RAD, the place where we officers of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business. I’m the president of said council,” Diavolo explains.
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“O…kay? What does this have to do with me?” you ask, brows furrowed. “And where exactly even is the Devildom? I’ve never heard of any such place. I //am// still dreaming, right?”
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“I will explain everything to you,” a tall dark-haired man replies, stepping up. “And no, I assure you that this is not a dream.”
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Sure enough, pain shoots up your arm when you pinch it hard.
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Nope. Not a dream.
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“Wonderful. $name, this is Lucifer. He’s a demon and the Avatar of Pride,” Diavolo introduces, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “He’s also the vice president of the student council and my right hand man…and not just in title, I assure you, because he’s also my most trusted friend.”
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Lucifer sighs at the last statement. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo.” Turning to you, he smiles, though if you're being honest it’s a much more intimidating smile than Diavolo’s genuine one.
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“Speaking on behalf of the entire student body at this great and storied school of ours, I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, $name.”
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“Thank you…?” The confusion must show your face, because Lucifer continues.
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“Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step towards this goal, we’ve decided to institute an exchange program. We’ve sent a few of our students to both the human world and Celestial realm in exchange for a few humans and angels to join us here. The Devildom, as you asked, is below the surface of the Earth, and the Celestial Realm is above the clouds.”
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“I see…” you say, realization dawning. “So I’m a human exchange student to Hell. Yep, completely normal.”
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“That is what you all call it up there, right? I suppose so,” Diavolo laughs. “But here we prefer the name ‘Devildom’ instead.”
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“Alright,” you say slowly, "but what am I supposed to do in this exchange program? I don’t recall ever applying for it…”
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“Your period of stay is one year. You will go to class just like the rest of us and complete homework and tests as usual in RAD. Then, at the end of the year, you will have to write a paper about your stay here in the Devildom,” Lucifer responds. “You did not have to apply, since all of humankind was considered based on eligibility.”
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“And what about my life up in the human world? My family? Friends? Do they know where I am?” Now that the situation has been explained to you, you begin an onslaught of questions. There's too much about this situation that doesn't make sense.
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“Do not fret,” Lucifer answers. “Your existence has been erased from the human world and will continue to be that way until you return after your yearly stay here. Essentially, everyone's memories about you have been temporarily wiped.”
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You say nothing, expression drawn in. Everyone's memories of you...gone? It's so strange to wrap your head around, and you can't figure out if this is a good thing or not.
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“Lighten up.” Lucifer chuckles at your frown. “It will all go back to normal once you return. For now, though, you should get used to life down here. Because this is a place that humans are not usually allowed in, I will make sure someone looks after you, and I think my brother Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, is the perfect demon for the job.”
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“Huh? Wait,” you says, human world momentarily forgotten as something clicks into place in your brain. “Pride and greed…aren’t those two of the seven deadly sins?”
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“Yes, $name, good eye,” Diavolo praises. “Lucifer has six brothers, and they are all avatars of each of the sins - in other words, lords of that sin, in a way.”
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“Right, of course. I see.” You nod, head spinning a bit with all this new information being thrown at you. So apparently you're in Hell with the embodiments of the seven sins. Nope, this isn’t crazy at all. “Well then, where is this Mammon?”
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“He’s not here right now,” Lucifer answers. While I call him, take this.” He hands you a device that looks strangely like a phone. “This is your D.D.D., and it’s a lot like the cell phones of your world. This will be yours to use for as long as you’re here.”
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“All the brothers as well as other exchange students, my butler, and I are already in it as contacts in case you need anything from us,” Diavolo adds.
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“Great, thanks,” you say while Lucifer barks out a few orders into his own D.D.D.
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“Well then, while Mammon isn’t here yet, we can certainly introduce you to the others who will help take care of you on your stay,” Diavolo suggests. “Now, then, Lucifer, it’s probably better that you introduce your brothers instead of me, yes?”
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Hanging up the phone, Lucifer sighs. “Yes. As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.”
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“Oh come on now, really?” the man with strawberry blonde hair standing near the wall says in a singsong voice. “You should be honored you get to introduce a sweet and charming little brother like me!”
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“This one here is Asmodeus,” Lucifer says, completely ignoring his brother. “He’s the fifth eldest, Avatar of Lust.”
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“Wh…I can’t believe you just totally ignored what I said! And not only that, you referred to me as //this one//! How rude!” Asmodeus protests, looking offended.
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“Hmph, at least he didn’t ignore you altogether. How do you think //I// feel?” the blonde next to him scoffs.
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“That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest of us,” Lucifer gestures. “At first glance he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.”
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“Jeez, way to sound ominous,” you mutter, and Satan smiles wryly, clearly having heard the comment.
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“So I’m that guy, huh Lucifer?” he says. “Hah. Well, it’s nice to meet you, $name. I’m the Avatar of Wrath.”
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“Ah, nice to meet you guys too.” //Isn’t Satan supposed to be the ruler of hell, though? And aren’t Satan and Lucifer two names for the same person?// you wonder, but decide not to ask. Media probably just got it wrong, right…?
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“Now, the one with the grumpy look on his face is Beelzebub,” Lucifer continues, motioning to a ridiculously tall ginger standing near Satan, and said ginger scowls even more deeply.
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“Lucifer, I’m hungry.”
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“That’s too bad. Now behave yourself,” Lucifer shoots back, no pity in his voice at all. You wince as Beelzebub visibly droops.
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“I’m Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony,” the ginger begrudgingly introduces.
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“So, there are seven of us brothers, like Diavolo said earlier, and I am the eldest,” Lucifer concludes, and you nod. “Mammon, the second eldest of us, will be here soon. My other brothers aren’t here at the moment, but we’ll get to them later. All in good time.”
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“During the year, the brothers will lend you strength,” Diavolo adds. “To keep you safe, you will stay with them in the House of Lamentation.”
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“To keep me safe? Is it really that bad here?” you ask, then mentally smack yourself. What kind of a stupid question was that?! This is literal hell, of course it’s not safe here.
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…Even though all the demons look completely human and none of them besides Lucifer seem scary at all. What’s up with //that//?
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“You mustn’t forget that you are only human, and one who does not know how to use magic,” Diavolo says gravely. “Other demons might try to prey on you, and that is unacceptable. For this reason, the demon brothers will look after you.”
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Ah yes, literal demon lords who are probably worse than those other predator demons are going to protect you. Makes total sense.
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“Right, sorry. And, um…what about the other exchange students?” you ask. “Are they staying with us too?”
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“No,” the demon prince answers. “The angels have their own powers which combat those of demons, so they are untouchable here. The other human is a powerful sorcerer who can easily defend himself, so it is acceptable for him to stay with them as well.”
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“I…see.” Protection of angels sounds fine and dandy, but demons? Won’t you be more likely to die while living with them??
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“Now, you’ve gotten answers to your questions, and it seems the idiot has arrived as well,” Lucifer announces, shooting a look of disdain at the white-haired demon who has just clamored through the door.
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“HEY! Just who do ya think you are, human?! You’ve got a lotta nerve summoning the Great Mammon!” he declares, annoyance written all over his face when his gaze lands on you. “Listen up, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you’ll hand over all of your money now! And anything else of value, too!”
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“Excuse me??” you ask, taken aback. Who the hell does this rando think he is, robbing you in front of everyone?
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“Mammon, shut up or I’ll punch you!” Lucifer snaps, but he doesn’t wait for his brother’s response, instead landing a blow to his arm.
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“GAH, OWW!” Mammon yelps, scampering back. “Hey, what’s the big idea?! I thought you were actually gonna give me a chance to shut up before punching me!”
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“$name, Mammon here is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all of it,” Satan explains calmly, completely ignoring his brothers' fighting. “Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they suddenly find themselves awash in money - but from what I hear, if he decides to break it off with someone, all that wealth evaporates. They’re left without a Grimm to their name.”
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“And he’s also a masochist. That part’s important,” Asmodeus adds with a giggle.
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“Indeed,” Lucifer smirks, “and it just so happens that I have a job for my masochist of a brother.”
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“Y’all, stop tellin’ lies! I ain’t asked for that punch, and I AIN’T a masochist!” Mammon protests, and you stifle a laugh. For all the seriousness and talk of danger there was before, now there’s the kind of hustle-bustle in the air that your friends up in the human world used to bring.
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It’s almost like Mammon is the comedic relief in some book to make sure it’s not too serious and boring.
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“Mammon, you are going to be the one in charge of seeing to this human’s needs during the whole exchange,” Lucifer informs. “I expect your full cooperation.”
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“What?! Why me?!” Mammon exclaims.
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“Well, you needed a fitting punishment for that little scheme of yours a few days ago, so this is what I’ve thought up of. Unless you’d rather be hung up?” Mammon visibly gulps at this.
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“N-no!” the Avatar of Greed quickly says, shuddering.
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“Aww, lucky you, Mammon! I’m so jealous…” Asmodeus pouts.
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“All right, then why don’t YOU do it, Asmo?!” Mammon shoots back, crossing his arms and glaring at his brother.
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“Nah, it'll take up too much of my precious time,” the Avatar of Lust sniffs. “You can do all the heavy lifting.”
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“Seriously?!”
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“Just give it up, Mammon,” Satan says. “There’s no getting out of this. You know you can’t refuse a direct command from Lucifer, right?”
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“But why does it have to be me?! What about Beel, why can’t HE do it?!” Mammon complains.
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“This isn’t a job we can entrust to Beel,” Asmodeus sighs. “We might as well ask him to //eat// this human.”
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“Mm, yeah. I can’t promise I wouldn’t,” Beel shrugs nonchalantly, and your jaw nearly drops to the floor. Never did you ever expect to be treated like food so casually...
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“Mammon?” Lucifer cuts in, tone icy cold.
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“W-what?”
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“Surely you’re not going to object to this arrangement, are you?” You swear the temperature drops a few degrees from the menace in Lucifer’s gaze, and Mammon goes 5 shades paler than he was before.
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“Fine…FINE! I’ll do it, okay?! But only ‘cause I have to…” Mammon grumbles, then turns his attention to you.
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“Alright human, listen up. As much as I don’t want to look after ya, I’ve got no choice. It’s a huge pain in the ass, and I’m too important for this kinda thing, but Lucifer told me to do it so I will. But in return, you better make sure you don’t cause me any trouble, got it?!”
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“...Fine, whatever,” you say, thoroughly confused as to why he’s being so rude. The confusion, however, does nothing to hinder the annoyance that creeps up when treated so lowly by some demon who thinks he's so much better than you for no reason.
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“Alright then, $name. We have decided who will take care of you, so now you just need a class schedule and textbooks. Once we get those ready, they will be delivered to your new room in the House of Lamentation,” Lucifer informs. “And that just about sums up the basics of our exchange program. Easy, don’t you think?”
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“Yep,” you agree, a bit disbelieving. It’s just one year of school here, right? What’s the worst that could happen?
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...Never mind, that's what every unsuspecting main character in a horror movie says.
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“I’m just gonna make one thing clear right now,” Mammon interrupts. “Don’t blame me if anyone gets eaten, ‘cause it ain’t my fault.”
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As if on cue, Beelzebub complains, “Lucifer, I’m hungry.” Everyone ignores him, though, and Diavolo spreads his arms as if in celebration.
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“Well then, $name, let’s make this a year to remember! From now on, you will be living in the House of Lamentation with Lucifer and his six younger brothers.” He sighs wistfully, a smile crossing his face.
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“Humans, angels, demons…I imagine a universe where each accepts the other. Where we are brought together as friends. This is my dream, and I’d like you to be the foundation of it. One year, that’s all I ask of you. Good luck, $name.”
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The plot starts off roughly the same as the Obey Me game, but diverges because of original scenes. The lore also gets drastically different once we get around to meeting Belphie because the entire attic thing has been rewritten - all the Lilith stuff was honestly uncomfortable.
Also, the brothers will actually have character development and are different in this (Asmo isn't an ass in the beginning, Beel isn't ONLY about food, etc). The development will take a while, but it WILL happen, and everyone will be fleshed out. Plus,everyone will have equal screentime (Rip Satan/Asmo/Beel/side characters in the real game...)
Now, what makes this different from the game: Your choices in the story will let you raise intimacy levels with the brothers and side characters! This way, you can court/befriend them without having to treat everyone equally and be forced into a harem because let's face it, we all have a favorite that we deserve to spoil.
Indicators will show up when you get intimacy points for characters, and special scenes will be unlocked when you have enough intimacy points. Every choice makes a difference in the storyline!
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Have fun reading!
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(text-style:"underline")[''Chapters '']
Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell | //released//
Chapter 2: Greed | //released//
Interlude: Dark Undercurrents | //released//
Chapter 3: Envy | //released//
Chapter 3 continued: Special Scene | //in progress//
Interlude: Towering Prison | //up next//
More coming soon!
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It’s not uncommon for you to stay up to ungodly hours - it’s a time of peace, where no one can bother you.
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And yet…today seems to be different. Hunched over a book, you struggle to concentrate as the words blur on the page before you. You feel strange, a constant buzzing in the back of your head signaling that something is very, very wrong.
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The clock ticks above you as if taunting you.
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//Tick, tock, tick, tock.//
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You glance up to see the clock strike 3am, vision darkening at the edges. //That’s…the devil’s hour, is it not?// you think distantly.
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It’s the last thought that crosses your mind before you collapse.
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“Ugh, I don’t believe this,” Mammon grumbles as you both trudge along the gravel path leading out of the student council hall. “Of all the rotten luck…Why should I have to look after some human? It’s insulting, that’s what it is!”
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“You do realize that //that human// is right here listening to what you’re saying, right?” you ask, a bit miffed, but Mammon doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own thoughts.
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“That rotten bastard…does he really think he can scare me into doin’ everything he wants?” Turning to you, he scowls. “Just so we’re clear, it’s not like I can’t say no to Lucifer, okay?!”
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“Okay sure,” you grin; clearly this is a weak point for the demon.
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“Shaddap! I only agreed to babysit ya 'cause um…uh…” You raise an eyebrow, prodding Mammon to continue, and the demon blushes in embarrassment when he can’t think of an answer. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter! Don’t go thinkin’ I‘m scared of Lucifer or anythin'! ‘Cause I’m not!”
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“Yeah yeah, whatever you say,” you shrug. “I’d like to get home without having to hear you whining, thanks.” It’s been one hell of a day (literally), and the demon’s complaints are starting to get annoying.
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“WHAT?! Now you’re REALLY in for it!” Mammon exclaims, anger written all over his face. A moment later, though, the annoyance fades away, leaving just bewilderment in its place. “...Although, come to think of it, I’m surprised you’ve got the guts to talk to me like that. You’re not scared? I mean, I’m a demon. Ya //do// get that, right?”
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“Well..yeah,” you say, tilting your head thoughtfully. “It’s just…I don’t know. I keep feeling like I’ll wake up any moment now and see that this was all a dream. It doesn’t actually seem like you all are demons since you look so…//normal//.”
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“Huh. You’re one strange human, I’ll give ya that,” Mammon says, seemingly pacified for the moment.
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He leads you up to a menacing-looking ebony building that towers over its surroundings and looks like something straight out of a Halloween setup. When you go inside, the doors open up to a spacious hallway that connects to a living room and two sets of arching stairs adorned with dragon statues.
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“This is the House of Lamentation,” Mammon introduces. “It’s one of the dorms here at RAD, the one reserved for student council members. Lucifer, Asmo, and the others take every chance they can get to insult me - callin’ me scum, sayin’ that I’m a money grubber and stuff…but I’m still an officer on the student council, same as them. The elite of the elite, the top of the RAD social pyramid. In other words, I’m a big shot. A REAL big shot. Like, even the big shots are impressed by what a big shot I am.” He says this so proudly that you can’t help but laugh.
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“Hey! What’re ya laughin’ at?!”
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“Nothing, nothing,” you grin. “My question is, if this is only for student council members then why am I here? You all could ‘protect’ me without having to live together. And where do Diavolo and the other exchange students stay?”
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“Well, Lord Diavolo’s even MORE of a big shot than me. He’s so important that he’s got his own castle,” Mammon answers. “Oh, and I think he said somethin’ about us demons and you humans minglin’ or whatever, so that’s why you gotta live with us. The other human and angels are over in Purgatory Hall, the other dorm. Anyway, lemme show you to your room now.”
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“Kay,” you say, taking a step forward, but he suddenly stops you.
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“Wait, actually first lemme give you a piece of advice. If ya wanna survive in the Devildom, ya better listen REAL good to what I’m boutta say.”
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“Uh…okay?” you say questioningly. Mammon was going to rob you earlier, and now he’s giving advice? Talk about a complete 180 in attitude.
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“If it ever looks like a demon is gonna attack you…” the Avatar of Greed continues, “...run away. Either that, or die.”
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“How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon,” a new voice snarls, and you whirl around to see that someone else has joined you - another demon, you assume, this one with blue hair and a glare on his face.
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“D’ah!” Mammon yelps. “Levi…” When you look back and forth between the two in confusion, he chuckles nervously. “Uh, l-listen up, human! This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He’s the third oldest of us brothers. Since his name’s sorta hard to say, you can just call him Levi. Okay then, let’s move on…!”
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“Mammon, give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die,” Levi says, unamused.
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“Come on, I told you I’d get it to you! I just need a little more time! And geez, ya still want me to die even after I give it back?! That’s real harsh, Levi!” Mammon protests.
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“You need a little more time? How much more?”
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“A little more, okay?! A little more means a little more!”
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“...You’ve been telling me that for the last 200 years, Mammon,” Levi deadpans, and you have to resist the urge to laugh at how the two are arguing as if they’re on reality tv.
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“Hey, no! It hasn’t been 200 years, it’s been 260!” your caretaker corrects. “Get it right!”
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“...Why would you correct him about that?” you ask, baffled.
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“Exactly!” Levi agrees. “Seriously, you’re unbelievable. You’re-”
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“I’m what?” Mammon interrupts. “Scum? Is that what you’re gonna say?”
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“-you’re a ''lowlife'' and a ''waste of space'',” Levi finishes with a glare.
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“Hey! Come on, that’s even worse!”
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“Whatever. Just give me back my money,” Levi scowls. “I need it to buy the Blu-ray set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little Devil and their Reluctant Companion. The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus.”
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“I’ve got no idea what you’re even talking about, Levi, but it doesn’t matter ‘cause I don’t even have any money to give you! How am I s’posed to give you money I don’t have, huh?!” Mammon interjects.
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“So, then, you’re telling me you //refuse// to pay me back?” Levi asks, stepping closer menacingly. Though he’s younger than Mammon, he’s a good head taller, lanky frame towering over Mammon’s.
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“...What?” Now it’s Mammon’s turn to be baffled. “You lookin’ for a fight, is that it??” You facepalm as the two brothers face off; it’s like two hormonal teenagers having a go at each other for stupid reasons.
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“Listen, human,” Mammon says, turning to you. “You remember my advice from before about what to do when demons attack? Well, you’re boutta witness that for real. So…time for you to die, ‘cause if it’s either you or me, it ain’t gonna be me!”
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“Excuse me?!” you exclaim, thoroughly offended, but Mammon’s already halfway across the house.
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“Wh…that ass…he ran off!” Levi exclaims, sounding just as annoyed as you are. “Ugh…do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. Or maybe I should say he used you as a ''sacrifice''.”
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“Wow, great to know,” you deadpan. “As if I couldn’t tell.” Your patience is wearing thin, and being served to another demon on a silver platter by the one who was supposed to protect you is…well. Infuriating, to say the least.
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“I’ll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet…a total lowlife,” Levi continues, “but it was still pretty dumb of you to let him use you like that.”
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“Wha- Seriously?!” you exclaim. “So now //I’m// the one at fault here?! That’s so stupid it’s not even funny!” Levi just rolls his eyes at the defiance.
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“See, this is EXACTLY why humans are-” However, he cuts himself off, eyes widening in an epiphany. “...Wait a second. Humans…yes, that’s it…Suddenly, I’ve got an idea.” A grin spreads across his face, and he looks down at you with renewed eyes.
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“Listen, are you free right now? You’ve gotta be, right? Well actually, I don’t care if you are or not, because either way, you’re coming with me.”
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“Ugh, I don’t believe this,” Mammon grumbles as you both trudge along the gravel path leading out of the student council hall. “Of all the rotten luck…Why should I have to look after some human? It’s insulting, that’s what it is!”
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It's also insulting to hear him talk about you in a such a way, but you decide not to say that, instead pressing your lips into a thin line. It's best not to piss him off even more lest it comes back to bite you in the ass.
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“That rotten bastard…does he really think he can scare me into doin’ everything he wants?” Turning to you, Mammon scowls. “Just so we’re clear, it’s not like I can’t say no to Lucifer, okay?!”
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"Okay," you say, pacifying him for the moment.
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“Good, at least ya understand. I only agreed to babysit ya 'cause um…uh…” You hide an amused smile when he falters, and Mammon blushes in embarrassment when he can’t think of an answer. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter! Don’t go thinkin’ I‘m scared of Lucifer or anything! ‘Cause I’m not!”
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“Alright, alright,” you sigh. “I get it.” It’s been one hell of a day (literally), and the demon’s complaints are starting to get tiring.
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“Hmph!" is all he says, triumphant look on his face.
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Mammon leads you up to a menacing-looking ebony building that towers over its surroundings and looks like something straight out of a Halloween setup. When you go inside, the doors open up to a spacious hallway that connects to a living room and two sets of arching stairs adorned with dragon statues.
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“This is the House of Lamentation,” he introduces. “It’s one of the dorms here at RAD, the one reserved for student council members. Lucifer, Asmo, and the others take every chance they can get to insult me - callin’ me scum, sayin’ that I’m a money grubber and stuff…but I’m still an officer on the student council, same as them. The elite of the elite, the top of the RAD social pyramid. In other words, I’m a big shot. A REAL big shot. Like, even the big shots are impressed by what a big shot I am.” He says this so proudly that you can’t help but stifle a little laugh.
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“Hey! What’re ya laughin’ at?!”
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“Nothing, nothing,” you smile. “My question is, if this is only for student council members then why am I here? You all could ‘protect’ me without having to live together. And where do Diavolo and the other exchange students stay?”
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“Well, Lord Diavolo’s even MORE of a big shot than me. He’s so important that he’s got his own castle,” Mammon answers. “Oh, and I think he said somethin’ about us demons and you humans minglin’ or whatever, so that’s why you gotta live with us. The other human and angels are over in Purgatory Hall, the other dorm. Anyway, lemme show you to your room now.”
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“Alright,” you say, taking a step forward, but he suddenly stops you.
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“Wait, actually first lemme give you a piece of advice. If ya wanna survive in the Devildom, ya better listen REAL good to what I’m boutta say.”
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“Uh…okay?” you say questioningly. Mammon was going to rob you earlier, and now he’s giving advice? Talk about a complete 180 in attitude.
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“If it ever looks like a demon is gonna attack you…” the Avatar of Greed continues, “...run away. Either that, or die.”
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“How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon,” a new voice snarls, and you whirl around to see that someone else has joined you - another demon, you assume, this one with blue hair and a glare on his face.
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“D’ah!” Mammon yelps. “Levi…” When you look back and forth between the two in confusion, he chuckles nervously. “Uh, l-listen up, human! This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He’s the third oldest of us brothers. Since his name’s sorta hard to say, you can just call him Levi. Okay then, let’s move on…!”
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“Mammon, give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die,” Levi says, unamused.
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“Come on, I told you I’d get it to you! I just need a little more time! And geez, ya still want me to die even after I give it back?! That’s real harsh, Levi!” Mammon protests.
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“You need a little more time? How much more?”
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“A little more, okay?! A little more means a little more!”
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“...You’ve been telling me that for the last 200 years, Mammon,” Levi deadpans.
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“Hey, no! It hasn’t been 200 years, it’s been 260!” your caretaker corrects. “Get it right!”
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“...Why would you correct him about that?” you ask, baffled.
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“Exactly!” Levi agrees. “Seriously, you’re unbelievable. You’re-”
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“I’m what?” Mammon interrupts. “Scum? Is that what you’re gonna say?”
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“-you’re a ''lowlife'' and a ''waste of space'',” Levi finishes with a glare.
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“Hey! Come on, that’s even worse!”
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“Whatever. Just give me back my money,” Levi scowls. “I need it to buy the Blu-ray set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little Devil and their Reluctant Companion. The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus.”
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“I’ve got no idea what you’re even talking about, Levi, but it doesn’t matter ‘cause I don’t even have any money to give you! How am I s’posed to give you money I don’t have, huh?!” Mammon interjects.
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“So, then, you’re telling me you //refuse// to pay me back?” Levi asks, stepping closer menacingly. Though he’s younger than Mammon, he’s a good head taller, lanky frame towering over Mammon’s.
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“...What?” Now it’s Mammon’s turn to be baffled. “You lookin’ for a fight, is that it??” You wince as they face off, not sure if you should stop them.
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“Listen, human,” Mammon says, turning to you before you can do anything. “You remember my advice from before about what to do when demons attack? Well, you’re boutta witness that for real. So…time for you to die, ‘cause if it’s either you or me, it ain’t gonna be me!”
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“...Excuse me?!” you exclaim, bewildered, but Mammon’s already halfway across the house.
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“Wh…that ass…he ran off!” Levi exclaims, face reddening in anger. “Ugh…do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. Or maybe I should say he used you as a ''sacrifice''.”
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“I am aware of that, yes,” you say, trying not to let your annoyance show. Your patience is wearing thin, and being served to another demon on a silver platter by the one who was supposed to protect you is…well. Infuriating, to say the least. Even you of all people have your limits.
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“I’ll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet…a total lowlife,” Levi continues, “but it was still pretty dumb of you to let him use you like that.”
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At this, you just stare at him, unbelieving of the incredibly stupid words that just tumbled out of his mouth. Levi just rolls his eyes at your silence.
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“Hmph. See, this is EXACTLY why humans are-” However, he cuts himself off, eyes widening in an epiphany. “...Wait a second. Humans…yes, that’s it…Suddenly, I’ve got an idea.” A grin spreads across his face, and he looks down at you with renewed eyes.
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“Listen, are you free right now? You’ve gotta be, right? Well actually, I don’t care if you are or not, because either way, you’re coming with me.”
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“Why’d you look around like that when closing the door?” you ask once you're in Levi’s room. “Is it against the rules or something?”
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“Why do you THINK I did it?? Isn’t it obvious?! Imagine if someone saw me inviting you of all people into my room! A human who doesn’t even look like an otaku, but a normie! You know what people would say, right?!” Levi exclaims, offended, and you just sigh.
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“Here we go again…What, do you think people are gonna gossip?” At this question, Levi turns bright red and looks away.
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“Wha…of…of course not! That’s crazy!” he exclaims. “There’s room in my heart for only one person, and she’s animated! I’ll always stay faithful to my dear, sweet Ruri-chan!”
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“Yeah okay...”
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“Hey! Stop making fun of me for preferring fictional characters instead of real people!"
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“I'm not, I'm not, jeez!" you say, putting your hands up in surrender. "You can love whoever you want." Levi makes a noncommittal noise, pacified by your words, and now that he has finally stopped yelling about the situation, you take the time to survey Levi’s room.
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It has a beautiful ambience to it thanks to the floor-to-ceiling aquarium installed within the walls, multiple jellyfish and a little orange goldfish swimming inside. On the only wall not consisting of the aquarium, there’s a desk with a gaming computer and posters all over the wall.
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"Anyway, we have more important things to do!” Levi says, interrupting your thoughts.
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“Right. Why’d you bring me here, anyway?”
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“Well, I don’t think there’s any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand that, so I’ll say it one more time: Mammon is a hopeless, worthless, scumbag,” Levi says with gritted teeth.
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“Jeez,” you say, eyebrows shooting up. “What does that have to do with //me//, though?”
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“Well, I lent that scumbag money, and now I want him to pay me back. But being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite being the rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second-oldest. As the third-oldest, I don’t stand a chance against him,” the Avatar of Envy sighs.
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“Damn, that sucks,” you say, “but don't you think one instance of not paying money back isn’t really enough to warrant this much animosity between you two…?”
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“You think that’s the only thing I have against him? No way!” Levi exclaims. “Our history of being enemies all started way before this. Once upon a time, Mammon won a prize in a convenience store promotional campaign. If you bought something, they let you reach into a box and pull out a piece of paper that told you what you’d won. The prize that Mammon won was a Seraphina figurine, something I would’ve died to have. But, despite the fact that Mammon had no interest in it at all, he refused to give it to me.”
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“...Why?” you ask, baffled. “If he didn’t care, then what’s the point of keeping it?”
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“Exactly!” Levi says. “But no, he refused to give it to me just because I wanted it. That was the only reason - I wanted it, and he said no just to torment me.”
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“That’s…what the fuck? That’s awful!”
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“Right?!” Levi seems to be getting more and more agitated the more he speaks, the fact that you agree with him spurring the demon on. “So, I got to thinking…Mammon’s going to end up treating Seraphina like some random piece of junk. That much is a given. I can maybe handle it if he at least leaves her in her original packing, but what if he actually takes her out of the box? He might just do it! And if he does, he’ll get dust on her, won’t he?! I decided I had to save Seraphina, so I snuck into Mammon’s room. And what do you think I saw there?!”
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“...What?” you ask apprehensively.
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“He didn’t open the box…No, it’s way worse than that. He hadn’t even taken it out of the plastic convenience store bag, which he’d tossed on the floor of his room. THE FLOOR! He actually left SERAPHINA on the FLOOR! The Queen of High Elves herself! Sure, she seems cold and prideful at first, but when you get her alone, you find out that she really wants affection, she just doesn’t know how to admit it, and it’s soooo cute! Yet Mammon just threw her on the floor! And I don’t think he’d cleaned it in like three months because it was covered in junk. Old ramen cup containers, used tissues, candy wrappers…Stuff was strewn everywhere, and there she was, lying there amongst all that! On the FLOOR! Tossed aside like so much junk! How COULD he?!” Levi’s cheeks are red again by the time he finishes his story, amber eyes burning with a long-simmering fire.
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“That’s horrible. Please tell me you stole Seraphina and got her out of that dump.”
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“...I probably should have done that, yeah,” he admits with a downcast gaze. “But at that moment I was so mad that I just lost it and flew into a rage. I walked straight over to Mammon, who was lying on his bed, asleep. Then I raised my leg into the air and brought my heel down onto his stomach as hard as I could. But the next thing I knew, he wasn’t on the bed anymore. It all happened so fast because of his incredible speed, and the next thing I knew, he slammed me onto the floor. And the worst part was that he was STARK NAKED! As I started to lose consciousness, I remember thinking…why does he have to sleep in the nude? He could at least put on some underwear. I don’t remember anything else after that…”
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“...Yikes,” you wince. “How the hell did he even do that?”
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“Well, you’ve seen how fast he is,” Levi sighs. “No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed. But if, say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service…then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which //means//, if you made a pact with Mammon and ordered him to give me back my money…he’d have to.” The demon finishes with a triumphant grin, looking at you expectantly.
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“...A pact? What’s that?” you ask, tilting your head inquisitively.
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“Well, usually a human gives up their soul in exchange for part of a demon’s power and the ability to control them, and that makes a pact between the two,” Levi explains.
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“Wha- so I have to give up my soul for this money of yours?!” you exclaim, incredulous. This problem of his is turning out to be way bigger of a deal than you first anticipated, and it doesn't seem like he will let you say no.
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“Why’d you look around like that when closing the door?” you ask once you're in Levi’s room. “Is it against the rules or something?”
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“Why do you THINK I did it?? Isn’t it obvious?! Imagine if someone saw me inviting you of all people into my room! A human who doesn’t even look like an otaku, but a normie! You know what people would say, right?!” Levi exclaims, offended, and you just sigh.
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“Do you think people are gonna gossip or something?” At this question, Levi turns bright red and looks away.
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“Wha…of…of course not! That’s crazy!” he exclaims. “There’s room in my heart for only one person, and she’s animated! I’ll always stay faithful to my dear, sweet Ruri-chan!”
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“Yeah okay...”
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“Hey! Stop making fun of me for preferring fictional characters instead of real people!"
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“I'm not, I'm not, jeez!" you say, putting your hands up in surrender. "You can love whoever you want." Levi makes a noncommittal noise, pacified by your words, and now that he has finally stopped yelling about the situation, you take the time to survey Levi’s room.
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It has a beautiful ambience to it thanks to the floor-to-ceiling aquarium installed within the walls, multiple jellyfish and a little orange goldfish swimming inside. On the only wall not consisting of the aquarium, there’s a desk with a gaming computer and posters all over the wall.
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"Anyway, we have more important things to do!” Levi says, interrupting your thoughts.
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“Right. Why’d you bring me here, anyway?”
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“Well, I don’t think there’s any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand that, so I’ll say it one more time: Mammon is a hopeless, worthless, scumbag,” Levi says with gritted teeth.
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“Damn,” you say, eyebrows shooting up. “What does that have to do with //me//, though?”
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“Well, I lent that scumbag money, and now I want him to pay me back. But being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite being the rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second-oldest. As the third-oldest, I don’t stand a chance against him,” the Avatar of Envy sighs.
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“That sucks,” you say, “but don't you think one instance of not paying money back isn’t really enough to warrant this much animosity between you two…?”
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“You think that’s the only thing I have against him? No way!” Levi exclaims. “Our history of being enemies all started way before this. Once upon a time, Mammon won a prize in a convenience store promotional campaign. If you bought something, they let you reach into a box and pull out a piece of paper that told you what you’d won. The prize that Mammon won was a Seraphina figurine, something I would’ve died to have. But, despite the fact that Mammon had no interest in it at all, he refused to give it to me.”
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“...Why?” you ask, baffled. “If he didn’t care, then what’s the point of keeping it?”
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“Exactly!” Levi says. “But no, he refused to give it to me just because I wanted it. That was the only reason - I wanted it, and he said no just to torment me.”
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“That’s…what the fuck? That’s awful!”
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“Right?!” Levi seems to be getting more and more agitated the more he speaks, the fact that you agree with him spurring the demon on. “So, I got to thinking…Mammon’s going to end up treating Seraphina like some random piece of junk. That much is a given. I can maybe handle it if he at least leaves her in her original packing, but what if he actually takes her out of the box? He might just do it! And if he does, he’ll get dust on her, won’t he?! I decided I had to save Seraphina, so I snuck into Mammon’s room. And what do you think I saw there?!”
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“...What?” you ask apprehensively.
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“He didn’t open the box…No, it’s way worse than that. He hadn’t even taken it out of the plastic convenience store bag, which he’d tossed on the floor of his room. THE FLOOR! He actually left SERAPHINA on the FLOOR! The Queen of High Elves herself! Sure, she seems cold and prideful at first, but when you get her alone, you find out that she really wants affection, she just doesn’t know how to admit it, and it’s soooo cute! Yet Mammon just threw her on the floor! And I don’t think he’d cleaned it in like three months because it was covered in junk. Old ramen cup containers, used tissues, candy wrappers…Stuff was strewn everywhere, and there she was, lying there amongst all that! On the FLOOR! Tossed aside like so much junk! How COULD he?!” Levi’s cheeks are red again by the time he finishes his story, amber eyes burning with a long-simmering fire.
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“That’s horrible. Please tell me you stole Seraphina and got her out of that dump.”
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“...I probably should have done that, yeah,” he admits with a downcast gaze. “But at that moment I was so mad that I just lost it and flew into a rage. I walked straight over to Mammon, who was lying on his bed, asleep. Then I raised my leg into the air and brought my heel down onto his stomach as hard as I could. But the next thing I knew, he wasn’t on the bed anymore. It all happened so fast because of his incredible speed, and the next thing I knew, he slammed me onto the floor. And the worst part was that he was STARK NAKED! As I started to lose consciousness, I remember thinking…why does he have to sleep in the nude? He could at least put on some underwear. I don’t remember anything else after that…”
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“...Yikes,” you wince. “How the hell did he even do that?”
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“Well, you’ve seen how fast he is,” Levi sighs. “No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed. But if, say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service…then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which //means//, if you made a pact with Mammon and ordered him to give me back my money…he’d have to.” The demon finishes with a triumphant grin, looking at you expectantly.
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“...A pact? What’s that?” you ask, tilting your head inquisitively.
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“Well, usually a human gives up their soul in exchange for part of a demon’s power and the ability to control them, and that makes a pact between the two,” Levi explains.
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“Wha- so I have to give up my soul for this money of yours?!” you exclaim, incredulous. This problem of his is turning out to be way bigger of a deal than you first anticipated, and it doesn't seem like he will let you say no.
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]]}“...Sorry to say this, but I don’t think my soul is even worth that much. Maybe a pack of gummy bears, at most," you say.
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Levi just stares at you for a second, then bursts out laughing. “I didn’t expect you to joke about your self worth like that, but it’s actually kinda funny.” {(set: $levi to it +1)}//(text-colour:#e99b54)[(Your intimacy level with Levi has increased to $levi.)]//
You shrug, lips tugging upwards. “What’s the use of having problems if you can’t laugh about them?”
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“True. Well, about the pact. You can give other things besides your soul in exchange too, but they have to be valuable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, I can tell you exactly how you can negotiate with Mammon.”
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“Alright, but how precious? I don’t even know if I want this pact in the first place,” you say apprehensively.
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“Oh, you totally should,” Levi says, nodding vigorously. “I’m sure it would be useful having him as your servant. I mean, despite how awful he is, he’s still a powerful demon.”
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“I suppose that’s true,” you say thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. “Alright then, I’ll make a pact with him, if only for a personal bodyguard, I guess.”
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“Great!” Levi beams, and you swear you see the whole room light up. “But let me make one thing clear: I’m helping you only because I want my money back, okay?! You’d better order him to give it back first thing after that pact!”
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“Yeah yeah, don’t worry,” you reply. “So how do we go about doing this, anyway?”
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“Well, you’re in luck, because I have a plan. I mean, if you just walk up to Mammon and ask him to make a pact with you, he’ll never agree,” Levi says. “No, you need some leverage…a bargaining chip. You’re going to offer him something in return…something he wants so badly that he’ll do anything to get it. And I know just the thing…Mammon’s credit card, which Lucifer took away from him.”
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“...A credit card? Seriously?” you ask, and a half smile crosses Levi’s face.
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“Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but you’ve got no idea how much he depends on that thing. Let’s see, what did he call it again? “My one true love” or something? It was like he thought it was a real person. He probably named it. I bet he even slept with it! Gross." He shakes his head, making a face, then continues. “That idiot used it constantly,” he continues. “Never stopped. Eventually, Lucifer had enough of his behavior, so he confiscated it. There’s nothing Mammon wouldn’t do if it meant getting his card back, I’m sure of it.”
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“Hmm…okay, well, where is it and how do I get it?” you ask.
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“That’s the thing - nobody knows. So, I want you to talk to Lucifer and figure out where he’s hidden it,” Levi orders.
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“Oh jeez…” you sigh. “Fine.”
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“But of course, he can’t suspect anything! You’ve got to make it subtle, like it happened to come up naturally. Make sure you do a good job, or else!”
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[[Ask Lucifer about Mammon's credit card. -> 5.1]]“Look, man, as much as I'd like to help you, my soul isn't really worth giving up just to get your money back," you say.
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"You can give other things besides your soul in exchange too, but they have to be valuable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, I can tell you exactly how you can negotiate with Mammon," Levi explains; looks like you were right: he isn't taking no for an answer.
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“Alright, but how precious? I don’t even know if I want this pact in the first place,” you say apprehensively.
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“Oh, you totally should,” Levi says, nodding vigorously. “I’m sure it would be useful having him as your servant. I mean, despite how awful he is, he’s still a powerful demon.”
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“I suppose that’s true,” you say thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. “Alright then, I’ll make a pact with him, if only for a personal bodyguard, I guess.”
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“Great!” Levi beams, and you swear you see the whole room light up. “But let me make one thing clear: I’m helping you only because I want my money back, okay?! You’d better order him to give it back first thing after that pact!”
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“Yeah yeah, don’t worry,” you reply. “So how do we go about doing this, anyway?”
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“Well, you’re in luck, because I have a plan. I mean, if you just walk up to Mammon and ask him to make a pact with you, he’ll never agree,” Levi says. “No, you need some leverage…a bargaining chip. You’re going to offer him something in return…something he wants so badly that he’ll do anything to get it. And I know just the thing…Mammon’s credit card, which Lucifer took away from him.”
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“...A credit card? Seriously?” you ask, and a half smile crosses Levi’s face.
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“Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but you’ve got no idea how much he depends on that thing. Let’s see, what did he call it again? “My one true love” or something? It was like he thought it was a real person. He probably named it. I bet he even slept with it! Gross." He shakes his head, making a face, then continues. “That idiot used it constantly,” he continues. “Never stopped. Eventually, Lucifer had enough of his behavior, so he confiscated it. There’s nothing Mammon wouldn’t do if it meant getting his card back, I’m sure of it.”
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“Hmm…okay, well, where is it and how do I get it?” you ask.
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“That’s the thing - nobody knows. So, I want you to talk to Lucifer and figure out where he’s hidden it,” Levi orders.
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“Oh jeez…” you sigh. “Fine.”
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“But of course, he can’t suspect anything! You’ve got to make it subtle, like it happened to come up naturally. Make sure you do a good job, or else!”
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{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ask Lucifer about Mammon's credit card. -> 5.1]]“What is it, $name? Is there something you want to ask me?” Lucifer asks as a greeting when you come up to him in the hallway.
“Uh, I actually wanted to know more about Mammon,” you fudge.
“Mammon? Why do you want to know about him all of a sudden?” Lucifer looks surprised, but then answers the question himself. “Ah, well, I suppose it’s only natural considering he’s the one who has been assigned to look after you.”
“Yes, that’s it,” you nod, glad you didn’t have to think up some random excuse.
“Mammon is my brother, as you know. I don’t want to say anything unkind about him, so I’ll be sparing in my criticism,” Lucifer says. “Ahem…He’s pure scum. The scummiest sort of scum. Pure, unfiltered disgusting scum to the point that I’m embarrassed to call him a fellow demon, much less my brother.”
“I- seriously?” you let out a surprised laugh, feeling a little bad for the poor Avatar of Greed despite how he treated you. “And here I thought you said you were going to be sparing with your criticism…”
“Oh, believe me, I was,” Lucifer smirks. “So, any particular reason you asked, or were you just curious?”
“I was just curious. He’s pretty much ditched me ever since Levi found us, so maybe if I get to know him more, Mammon might actually help me out in the Devildom,” you sigh, hoping the reason is convincing enough. “I was wondering if you could tell me more. Like…what’s the most important thing to him?”
“That would have to be money,” he answers. “If you took all of his money away from him, what else would be left in his life? Nothing. Money can take all sorts of forms, of course, but regardless of the form, as long as Mammon has money, he’ll spend it. There are no limits with him. So, in order to impose limits of my own, there’s a certain form of money that I’ve ''frozen'', in this case…”
Before he can continue, the bell rings, cutting Lucifer off.
“That’s the first bell,” he points out. “Time to get going; you don’t want to be late on your first day of classes.”
“Ah, right. Well, thanks Lucifer. I appreciate it,” you grin, triumphant that you pried the information you needed out of the demon.
“Anytime.” Something lurks behind Lucifer’s smile, but you pay no mind to it as you hurry off to Curses and Hexes.
Levi’s going to get some good news today.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go throughout your day and retire to your bedroom. -> 6.1]]Strangely - or perhaps not-so-strangely given Levi's title as a shut-in - Levi doesn’t come out all day, and as you lie in bed your first night in the House of Lamentation, sleep doesn’t visit you either. Thoughts about the pact race through your mind, as well as something else that keeps nagging at you.
Lucifer said there were seven brothers, one for every sin, were there not…?
Lucifer, the oldest and Avatar of Pride…
Mammon, the second-oldest and Avatar of Greed…
Levi, the third oldest and Avatar of Envy…
Satan, the fourth oldest and Avatar of Wrath…
Asmodeus, the fifth oldest and Avatar of Lust…
Beelzebub, the sixth oldest and Avatar of Gluttony…
…
What about the seventh brother, Avatar of Sloth? No one mentioned him, and he didn’t make an appearance all day, either. How odd…
Before you can ponder over it more, however, your D.D.D. pings, and you open it to find a message from Levi.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
''Pick up your D.D.D. by clicking "Check D.D.D." in the top left corner! (You might have to scroll up.) You can look at your D.D.D. any time you have it on you to check for messages and calls.''
(Psst - the closer you are with someone, the more likely they are to text or call you, so keep raising those intimacy levels!)(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[$leviName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: oi, normie!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: did u get the answers from lucifer??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: OMG]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: what did he say????]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''he said that its frozen'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: rly? ur absolutely sure thats what he said??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yep'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''im thinking we should check the freezer, maybe…? surely his choice of wording isnt a coincidence right?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: thats what i was thinking too…]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: ok, come down to the kitchen.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: rn.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: and dont let anyone see you!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ok coming'']}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Head to the kitchen. ->7.1]]Carefully, you make your way to the kitchen as Levi instructed, doing your best to stay quiet. As you near the door, though, faint sounds of munching can be heard, and you still, heart pounding. There’s someone else in there…?!
Screw it. If someone thinks you're snooping on your first day here, this could be bad news. However, a voice stops you before you can scamper away.
“Not so fast.”
You nearly jump out of your skin when a hand clamps down on your shoulder, and you look up to see Beelzebub towering over you with narrowed eyes.
“Are you going to pretend like you didn’t see me, or are planning to go tell on me?”
“Wha- No, I’m not going to tell on you,” you muster. “I was just here for…a snack.” At this, Beelzebub’s intimidating expression immediately morphs into a cheerful smile.
“Ah, so you were hungry? That makes two of us, then,” he says happily. “In that case, I understand. When you start feeling hungry in the middle of the night, it’s not like you can just wait until morning to eat.”
“...Yeah, haha,” you let out, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. That was a close one.
“Oh, and the refrigerator’s empty. I already ate everything in there,” Beelzebub informs.
“Ah. Um. Good to know. Well then, uh…” Talk about awkward…! What other excuse is there to stay in the kitchen if there’s no food?!
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Fib about searching cabinets and hope he doesn't realize what you're up to. -> 8.11]]
[[Ask him about the seventh brother to change the topic. -> 8.12]]"I'll just search in the cabinets to see if I can find some cereal or something," you say, and Beel shrugs.
"Sure. I'm full now, so I'll get going. It was nice meeting you, $name. Thank you for not telling on me."
"Of course. It was nice meeting you too, Beelzebub."
"Oh, you can just call me Beel," he says. "I don't mind."
"Alright. Nice meeting you too, Beel," you smile, letting out a releived breath once he's gone. That was close. You don't know him well enough to trust him, so Beel getting wind of your plan to steal Mammon's credit card might not have ended well.
“...psst! Hey!” a voice whispers, interrupting your thoughts, and you search the kitchen to find a familiar head of blue hair hiding behind a cabinet.
“...Levi? What are you doing behind there?”
“What do you think?” he asks after coming out from his hiding spot. “Beel was just here, and I can’t have him finding me with you now, can I?!”
“Ugh, seriously? This again?” you ask, irritated. “I’m literally helping you, yet you still constantly disrespect me! It’s so fucking annoying!” At least Levi has the decency to look guilty after your outburst.
“Fine, sorry, whatever. But onto more important matters: You’re sure that Lucifer said frozen, right?”
“Yeah,” you reply, filing your annoyance away and walking over to the freezer. “So it should be right…” You yank the door open, eyes lighting up as you pull something out from behind a pile of ice cubes. “...here.” //That// was surprisingly easy.
“Awesome!” Levi’s amber eyes light up as he peers over your shoulder to see that the golden card is, truly, what you're looking for, though it’s encased in a huge chunk of ice. “And damn, Lucifer really wasn’t lying. It’s completely frozen!”
“Yeah, and ridiculously heavy,” you wince, passing the ice to him after the cold is too much to bear. “How’re we gonna thaw it?"
“Hmm…I suppose we could put it in the microwave. One or two minutes on auto should do the trick.” He places the ice in the microwave and has just pressed the start button when a loud voice interrupts you.
“Hey, what’s with the racket, you two?!” Mammon complains, sounding half asleep as he walks into the kitchen. When his gaze falls on what you and Levi are doing, though, his eyes blow wide and he immediately straightens. “Wait a second. There in the microwave…is that…?!”
He immediately rushes over to check and breaks out into a smile when he sees what’s inside the microwave. “It IS! It’s Goldie…! My credit card, my baby! The one thing more important to me than life itself!”
You and Levi exchange triumphant smiles. So, it //is// true that Mammon loves this credit card more than anything.
“Hey wait, why the hell are ya microwavin’ it?!” Mammon demands. “Are ya stupid?! Get it outta there before it demagnetizes and becomes useless!”
“Ooh, didn't think of that,” Levi realizes. “Crap. Better stop the defrost cycle, I guess!”
“Levi, you //idiot//! How could ya do somethin’ so stupid?! You’re dumb as a stump, ya know that?!” Mammon scolds as Levi stops the microwave and takes Goldie out.
“Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that?” Levi smirks. “After all, I’m the one who found the credit card that Lucifer took from you.”
“Oh please,” you interrupt, crossing your arms. “The plan was yours, sure, but I was the one who did most of the work.”
“Fine fine, and this normie here,” Levi adds. “...Thanks. I guess.”
“Wh-” Mammon looks as if the ground beneath him has slipped away, and it’s absolutely hilarious. “How?!”
“We have our ways.” Levi grins. “So, do you want me to give your credit card back?”
“YOU’D BETTER!” the Avatar of Greed demands, then realizes what position he’s in and clamps his mouth shut. “I mean, uh…yes please. Please give it back, Leviathan, sir…!” When he drops onto his knees, bows his head, and puts his hands up in prayer, you full-on laugh while Levi just shakes his head, wincing.
“Seriously, this is embarrassing! I can’t believe that’s all it took for you to abandon your pride! You’re one of the seven rulers of the Devildom, Mammon. Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?!”
“Oh shaddup and gimme Goldie!” Mammon retorts. “...Sir!”
“Fine, whatever…If you want your card back, you’ve got to give the Seraphina figurine you won at the convenience store.”
“The Sera…what now? What’re ya talkin’ about? I don’t remember winnin’ anything,” Mammon says, confused, and Levi’s jaw drops.
“I don’t believe this!” he exclaims angrily. “You forgot you even have her! How could you?!”
“Ugh, c’mon, enough! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to ya! Just gimme back my credit card!”
“Good, because there’s one more condition,” you interject. “Make a pact with me.”
“Right, a pact, fine,” Mammon says, seemingly not realizing what you just said. “Of course, I’m more than happy to do whatever ya…wait, WHAT?! Why do ya want me to make a pact?!”
“Think about it: If you make a pact with $name, you’ll have to do whatever you’re told, right? Then $name’ll order you to give me my money back immediately, and since you can’t refuse an order from your master, you’ll do exactly that. Game over, I win!” Levi gloats.
“Pff, I don’t believe this,” Mammon scoffs. “It’s just money, Levi. I can’t believe you’d go through all this trouble for somethin’ like that!”
“Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left just to get his hands on a credit card?” the Avatar of Envy fires back.
“Hey, shaddup! And you, human! What’re ya thinkin’, lettin’ Levi use ya like this?? Are ya stupid?!” Mammon turns to you, and you roll your eyes.
“I DO have a will of my own, you know. Levi isn’t using me if I get something out of it too, so make a pact with me.”
“UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED! I am the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool…do you actually think I’d let some human be the boss of me?!”
“Oh well, guess I'll just have to let Lucifer know that you're out here unfreezing your credit card," you say with a smug smile, and his eyes widen comically. That information about his weakness sure came in handy.
“...I mean, of //course// I’ll make a pact with ya, human! I’d be //thrilled// to…!” The Avatar of Greed immediately corrects himself, plastering a huge grin on his face.
“Mission accomplished!” Levi cheers, high fiving you before catching himself associating with a normie and immediately pulling back.
“Yeah! I can’t believe we actually- ouch! What the hell was that?!” you yelps when a burning sensation pierces your skin.
“It’s what happens when you make a pact,” Levi explains. Sure enough, when you look at your reflection in the screen of your D.D.D., a greed symbol is imprinted onto your skin.
“I did everythin’ ya said. Now gimme Goldie back!” Mammon grumbles, lunging for the credit card which you hand over to him.
“Hey! What about my money?!” Levi exclaims, crossing his arms.
“Right. Mammon, give Levi his money back,” you order.
“Ugh, fine!" he scowls. “I’ll transfer it into your account from Goldie’s deposits. Happy?!”
“Oh yes. Very.”
With all that over with, Levi retreats to his room to celebrate, Mammon retreats to his own to mope, and you decide to go back to yours as well to finally get some rest.
However, before you can lay down, your D.D.D. pings once again.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Check your D.D.D.->D.D.D.]]“Anyway, um…Beelzebub?” you question apprehensively.
“Yeah? Oh, and you can just call me Beel. I don’t mind.”
“Well, Beel? I was wondering…who’s the seventh brother? I don’t think I met him yet.” Clearly this was a bad move on your part, though, because Beel's expression immediately darkens, and he frowns.
“Now listen: Don’t you dare mention him in front of Lucifer. And just so we’re clear, I’m not going to tell you anything, either. Lucifer would yell at me if I did. And don’t bother asking any of my brothers. No one talks about him.” Beel visibly droops after this, all the malice rolling off of his broad shoulders. “Even though he’s our brother, we just have to treat him like he doesn’t exist…it’s not right. But since no one can defy Lucifer…”
Your eyes widen at his words - no one’s allowed to talk about him? …Why?
It’s clear that you won’t be getting any answers tonight, though, and you feel sorry for how depressed Beel looks now, so you save your questions for another time.
“Alright…I’m sorry for bringing that up. I didn’t know it was such a sensitive topic…”
“It’s fine,” Beel says, softening a little. “You didn't know. I understand. Anyway, I’m done eating, so I’m gonna get going now.”
“...psst! Hey!” a voice whispers after he leaves, and you search the kitchen to find a familiar head of blue hair hiding behind a cabinet.
“...Levi? What are you doing behind there?”
“What do you think?” he asks after coming out from his hiding spot. “Beel was just here, and I can’t have him finding me with you now, can I?!”
“Ugh, seriously? This again?” you ask, irritated. “I’m literally helping you, yet you still constantly disrespect me! It’s so fucking annoying!” At least Levi has the decency to look guilty after your outburst.
“Fine, sorry, whatever. But onto more important matters: You’re sure that Lucifer said frozen, right?”
“Yeah,” you reply, filing your annoyance away and walking over to the freezer. “So it should be right…” You yank the door open, eyes lighting up as you pull something out from behind a pile of ice cubes. “...here.” //That// was surprisingly easy.
“Awesome!” Levi’s amber eyes light up as he peers over your shoulder to see that the golden card is, truly, what you're looking for, though it’s encased in a huge chunk of ice. “And damn, Lucifer really wasn’t lying. It’s completely frozen!”
“Yeah, and ridiculously heavy,” you wince, passing the ice to him after the cold is too much to bear. “How’re we gonna thaw it?"
“Hmm…I suppose we could put it in the microwave. One or two minutes on auto should do the trick.” He places the ice in the microwave and has just pressed the start button when a loud voice interrupts you.
“Hey, what’s with the racket, you two?!” Mammon complains, sounding half asleep as he walks into the kitchen. When his gaze falls on what you and Levi are doing, though, his eyes blow wide and he immediately straightens. “Wait a second. There in the microwave…is that…?!”
He immediately rushes over to check and breaks out into a smile when he sees what’s inside the microwave. “It IS! It’s Goldie…! My credit card, my baby! The one thing more important to me than life itself!”
You and Levi exchange triumphant smiles. So, it //is// true that Mammon loves this credit card more than anything.
“Hey wait, why the hell are ya microwavin’ it?!” Mammon demands. “Are ya stupid?! Get it outta there before it demagnetizes and becomes useless!”
“Ooh, didn't think of that,” Levi realizes. “Crap. Better stop the defrost cycle, I guess!”
“Levi, you //idiot//! How could ya do somethin’ so stupid?! You’re dumb as a stump, ya know that?!” Mammon scolds as Levi stops the microwave and takes Goldie out.
“Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that?” Levi smirks. “After all, I’m the one who found the credit card that Lucifer took from you.”
“Oh please,” you interrupt, crossing your arms. “The plan was yours, sure, but I was the one who did most of the work.”
“Fine fine, and this normie here,” Levi adds. “...Thanks. I guess.”
“Wh-” Mammon looks as if the ground beneath him has slipped away, and it’s absolutely hilarious. “How?!”
“We have our ways.” Levi grins. “So, do you want me to give your credit card back?”
“YOU’D BETTER!” the Avatar of Greed demands, then realizes what position he’s in and clamps his mouth shut. “I mean, uh…yes please. Please give it back, Leviathan, sir…!” When he drops onto his knees, bows his head, and puts his hands up in prayer, you full-on laugh while Levi just shakes his head, wincing.
“Seriously, this is embarrassing! I can’t believe that’s all it took for you to abandon your pride! You’re one of the seven rulers of the Devildom, Mammon. Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?!”
“Oh shaddup and gimme Goldie!” Mammon retorts. “...Sir!”
“Fine, whatever…If you want your card back, you’ve got to give the Seraphina figurine you won at the convenience store.”
“The Sera…what now? What’re ya talkin’ about? I don’t remember winnin’ anything,” Mammon says, confused, and Levi’s jaw drops.
“I don’t believe this!” he exclaims angrily. “You forgot you even have her! How could you?!”
“Ugh, c’mon, enough! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to ya! Just gimme back my credit card!”
“Good, because there’s one more condition,” you interject. “Make a pact with me.”
“Right, a pact, fine,” Mammon says, seemingly not realizing what you just said. “Of course, I’m more than happy to do whatever ya…wait, WHAT?! Why do ya want me to make a pact?!”
“Think about it: If you make a pact with $name, you’ll have to do whatever you’re told, right? Then $name’ll order you to give me my money back immediately, and since you can’t refuse an order from your master, you’ll do exactly that. Game over, I win!” Levi gloats.
“Pff, I don’t believe this,” Mammon scoffs. “It’s just money, Levi. I can’t believe you’d go through all this trouble for somethin’ like that!”
“Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left just to get his hands on a credit card?” the Avatar of Envy fires back.
“Hey, shaddup! And you, human! What’re ya thinkin’, lettin’ Levi use ya like this?? Are ya stupid?!” Mammon turns to you, and you roll your eyes.
“I DO have a will of my own, you know. Levi isn’t using me if I get something out of it too, so make a pact with me.”
“UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED! I am the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool…do you actually think I’d let some human be the boss of me?!”
“Oh well, guess I'll just have to let Lucifer know that you're out here unfreezing your credit card," you say with a smug smile, and his eyes widen comically. That information about his weakness sure came in handy.
“...I mean, of //course// I’ll make a pact with ya, human! I’d be //thrilled// to…!” The Avatar of Greed immediately corrects himself, plastering a huge grin on his face.
“Mission accomplished!” Levi cheers, high fiving you before catching himself associating with a normie and immediately pulling back.
“Yeah! I can’t believe we actually- ouch! What the hell was that?!” you yelps when a burning sensation pierces your skin.
“It’s what happens when you make a pact,” Levi explains. Sure enough, when you look at your reflection in the screen of your D.D.D., a greed symbol is imprinted onto your skin.
“I did everythin’ ya said. Now gimme Goldie back!” Mammon grumbles, lunging for the credit card which you hand over to him.
“Hey! What about my money?!” Levi exclaims, crossing his arms.
“Right. Mammon, give Levi his money back,” you order.
“Ugh, fine!" he scowls. “I’ll transfer it into your account from Goldie’s deposits. Happy?!”
“Oh yes. Very.”
With all that over with, Levi retreats to his room to celebrate, Mammon retreats to his own to mope, and you decide to go back to yours as well to finally get some rest.
However, before you can lay down, your D.D.D. pings once again.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Check your D.D.D.->D.D.D.]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$satanName]'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: $name, are you awake?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah, why?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’m planning to go for a walk. Would you like to come along? I’ll show you around town. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: There must be so many places you haven’t been to yet.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg, you'd really do that?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Of course.]
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Text Satan to let him know you're coming out. Finally, someone is being nice for once. ->Text 3.11]]
[[Politely decline. You don't know if you can trust him, and you need rest rest. ->Text 3.12]](text-style:"underline")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''$satanName'']]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you so much! i'll be right out :)'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: No problem. I’ll be waiting at the front gate, so hurry up.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Also, be sure not to let the others know you’re leaving.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[why not?]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: It’ll attract too much unwanted attention.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[alright then
see you in 5!]''
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Meet Satan out front. ->Satan Tour 1.1]](text-style:"underline")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''$satanName'']]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you so much! i really appreciate the offer'']
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[however, i'll have to decline...im really tired, sorry :(]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: It's no problem. You should rest up.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Maybe another time.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[yeah]''
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[good night!]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Good night.]
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to sleep. ->10.1]]When you step outside the House of Lamentation, you immediately spot a familiar head of blonde hair.
“You came,” Satan greets, nodding to you. Though he is formal and far kinder than his brothers so far, the Avatar of Wrath seems to hold himself at arm’s length. You can never quite tell what he’s thinking - Satan is the completely complete opposite of Mammon, who’s an open book. Perhaps this is why Lucifer said he's different than what he seems, though you'll have to wait and see if that's true.
“Yeah. Thanks again for showing me around,” you say. “No one else has been this nice to me, so I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem,” Satan replies. “Where would you like to go first?”
“What would you recommend?” you ask, tilting your head. “I don’t exactly know what’s even around these parts.”
“Hmm…well, there’s a cat cafe I particularly like, a large royal library, and the park, which should be in full bloom as of now.”
"Okay, let's go," you say, gesturing for him to lead the way.
"Alright then. The library is the closest, so let's head there first. It's truly a sight to behold; I’m sure you will like it.” Though he says it politely, his smile…there’s something off about it.
You shake the thought off; you shouldn’t be getting suspicious of the only demon who has been nice to you so far. If he wanted to kill you or something, he'd have done so by now.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
It's time to go to the library with Satan. How do you feel about books?
[[I'm a complete bibiliophile who is in love with reading. -> Satan Tour 2.11 (books)]]
[[Eh, they're alright. I read sometimes, but it's not my life or anything. ->Satan Tour 2.12 ]]
{(set: $books to true)}Satan is right when he says the library is a sight to behold, for it surely is, with bookshelves towering over you when you step inside. Orange lights shed their glow on plush beanbags and chairs in reading nooks among the shelves, and faint music plays from hidden speakers.
“This…holy shit,” you let out, eyes as wide as dinner plates. “It’s beautiful. I bet I could spend hours in here and not get bored.” The strange smile lingers on Satan’s face as he watches you take it all in, though it becomes slightly more genuine. Clearly you appreciate books as much as he does. {(set: $satan to it +1)}//(text-colour:#b1e989)[(Your intimacy level with Satan has increased to $satan.)]//
“That much is true. I often get so lost in a book that I spend several days in here, and it drives Lucifer up the wall.”
“Do you like books that much?” you inquire, glancing back at the Avatar of Wrath, who nods.
“Like would be an understatement. I have a particular fondness for them, I must say, more than the average being.”
“Same here,” you say happily. “I love books as well, whether they’re fiction or nonfiction. It’s so rare to find someone who enjoys my tastes.”
Satan taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully at this. “$name. I’d like to ask a question, if I may.”
“What’s up?” you ask.
“What do you think is the most important thing in this world?”
"Hmm..."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Money. -> Satan Tour 3.11 (money)]]
[[Power. -> Satan Tour 3.12 (power)]]
[[Knowledge. ->Satan Tour 3.13 (knowledge)]]
[[Love. ->Satan Tour 3.14 (love)]]Satan is right when he says the library is a sight to behold, for it surely is, with bookshelves towering over you when you step inside. Orange lights shed their glow on plush beanbags and chairs in reading nooks among the shelves, and faint music plays from hidden speakers.
“This…holy shit,” you let out, eyes as wide as dinner plates. “I'm not even particularly fond of books, but this is //amazing//.” Satan nods.
“That much is true. I often get so lost in a book that I spend several days in here, and it drives Lucifer up the wall.”
“Do you like books that much?” you inquire, glancing back at the Avatar of Wrath, who nods.
“Like would be an understatement. I have a particular fondness for them, I must say, more than the average being.”
“Wow, nice! You're one of the only people I know who likes reading. Everyone else just hangs out on their phone and shuns physical texts."
Satan shakes his head in disgust. "Truly, people these days are uncultured swines." You laugh a little at his choice of words, then realize he's being serious.
After a moment, Satan speaks up again, a little apprehensively. “$name. I’d like to ask a question, if I may.”
“What’s up?” you ask.
“What do you think is the most important thing in this world?”
"Hmm..."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Money. -> Satan Tour 3.11 (money)]]
[[Power. -> Satan Tour 3.12 (power)]]
[[Knowledge. ->Satan Tour 3.13 (knowledge)]]
[[Love. ->Satan Tour 3.14 (love)]]“The most important thing...is money, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “The society today depends completely on money, so you aren't able to sustain yourself if you don't have any...and if you can't keep yourself alive and healthy, there isn't much else you're able to accomplish."
Satan smiles drily. "You must've hung out with Mammon too much, it seems."
You laugh, shaking your head. "Nah, he ditches me every chance he gets. I'm being serious, though, you can't do anything without money these days."
“That's true," he agrees. "At least you have a good reason for your answer."
"Thanks. What do //you// think is most important?"
"I'd say knowledge," Satan answers. "Knowledge is what takes you everywhere, and it will stay with you for life. Ignorance can be bliss sometmes, but knowledge is and will always be power." Satan's eyes flash an even brighter shade of green at this; he's clearly put a lot of thought into this answer and is passionate about the topic.
"That's a good argument, not gonna lie," you compliment.
"Thank you," Satan smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well then, do you want to turn in? You look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.11 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.12 (home)]]“The most important thing...is power, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “Without power, you don't have an audience or any influence and therefore can't bring change into the world."
Satan smiles drily, something flashing in his eyes. "You and Lucifer would get along well."
You laugh awkwardly, shrugging. "I don't know; he doesn't seem to be someone who enjoys talking. What do //you// think is most important?"
"I'd say knowledge," Satan answers. "Knowledge is what takes you everywhere, and it will stay with you for life. Ignorance can be bliss sometmes, but knowledge is and will always be power."
"That's a good argument, not gonna lie," you compliment.
"Thank you," Satan smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well then, do you want to turn in? You look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.11 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.12 (home)]]“The most important thing...is knowledge, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “Without knowledge, you can never advance forward in life, so ‘knowledge is power’ is pretty accurate. You can lose your job, your house, your money, even the clothes on your back, but no one can ever take your knowledge away from you.”
Satan looks surprised for a second, eyebrows shooting up before he composes himself again. {(set: $satan to it +1)}//(text-colour:#b1e989)[(Your intimacy level with Satan has increased to $satan.)]// “I agree. Truth be told, you’re the first being to ever give me that answer. Most others say money.”
“I mean, money IS important,” you shrug, “but not the MOST important thing, I don’t think. Maybe second, tied with power.”
“You know your stuff,” Satan says appraisingly. "Well, then, we could stay here, if you want? Or we could turn in; you look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.11 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.12 (home)]]“The most important thing...is love, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “Love is what makes the world goes on, you know? Whether it's romantic or platonic, love is an emotion that drives so many of people's actions. Without it, life would be so bleak."
Satan smiles drily. "That sounds like something Asmo would say."
You smile uncertainly, not sure if that's a compliment or insult. "Really? He and I might get along well, then. What do //you// think is most important, though?"
"I'd say knowledge," Satan answers. "Knowledge is what takes you everywhere, and it will stay with you for life. Ignorance can be bliss sometmes, but knowledge is and will always be power." Satan's eyes flash an even brighter shade of green at this; he's clearly put a lot of thought into this answer and is passionate about the topic.
"That's a good argument, not gonna lie," you compliment.
"Thank you," Satan smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well then, do you want to turn in? You look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.11 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.12 (home)]]"If you don’t mind, could we stay here a little longer?” you ask hopefully. “That beanbag is practically begging me to curl up with a book right now. I'm definitely up for continuing this another day, though."
Satan chuckles, “Of course. What kind of novels do you prefer?”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
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[[Submit ->Satan Tour Books]]"If it's really okay with you, I'd appreciate going home now," you admit.
"That's fine. Let's go," Satan says, turning back to go outside{(if: $tallerThanSatan is not true)[, and you struggle to catch up to his long strides]}.
"I'm so sorry for cutting our time short," you apologize as the two of you walk out of the library. "I do really appreciate the offer, could we just do it earlier in the day?"
"Of course. Just let me know when you'd like, and I can make some time," Satan says. {(if: $satan is >= 2)[The two of you chat about titles you've read and those that are on your reading list on the walk back, Satan seeming to become slightly more comfortable in your presence.]
(else:)[He seems to be a man of few words, because the walk back is silent aside from the pitter-patter of your footsteps.]}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Part ways at the staircase. ->Satan Tour 5.12]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Interlude: Dark Undercurrents'']]
“Ahahaha!” Asmodeus laughs at the dining table the next morning, and Satan shakes his head.
“Asmo, keep your voice down. If Mammon hears you, he’ll get upset again, and we won’t hear the end of it.”
“Eh, he won’t be awake for a while,” Asmo says, waving a hand in the air dismissively. “He’s not really a morning demon, you know? And anyway, how can you NOT laugh after what happened? I mean, $name and Levi were able to trick him into a pact so easily!”
“Pf…heh.” Satan chuckles quietly at this statement.
“Hey, I hear you laughing, Satan! I know you think it’s funny, too!” Asmo exclaims.
“Mm, this is so delicious. The meat is so tender…” Beel says, munching on his breakfast happily and not paying any mind to the conversation in front of him.
“Beel, calm down,” Levi winces. “You’re biting off chunks of your //plate// along with your food.”
“Anyway, I have to say that I’m surprised,” Asmo says, turning to you. “You have quit a clever brain, $name ! That was an impressive plan that the two of you put together."
“Oh, thanks. It wasn't really that big of a deal, though; I just did it for Levi," you say, taken aback a little. Compared to Mammon and Levi's blatant disgust towards you as a human, Asmo's compliment is unexpected.
“There’s no need to be humble about it, you know,” Satan smiles. “We’re not upset. Honestly, we think it’s pretty funny.”
“All I know is that I finally got Mammon to give me back my money. So, I couldn’t ask for a better outcome! Epic win for Leviathan!” Levi cheers. “I should’ve rounded up a random human and done this sooner!”
“Oh please,” you scoff, annoyance flaring up. “Any random human wouldn’t have been able to do that and you know it. If it was true, Mammon would’ve been forced into tons of pacts already.”
“Ugh fine, I guess you’re right...but whatever,” he says. “I’m just happy I can finally buy the Blu-ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little Devil and their Reluctant Companion! The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus and it’s gonna be soooo epic!”
“Speaking of which,” Asmo interjects, “isn't it even more shocking that $name teamed up with //Levi// of all demons to accomplish $his plan?"
“Yep,” Satan smirks. “I never thought I’d see the day that a human won over Levi, but here we are.”
“Excuse me?!” Levi exclaims, feebly attempting to cover his red cheeks with the back of his hand. “Don’t go getting the wrong idea! Nobody won me over! Our interests just happened to align, that’s all! The relationship was pure business! I mean, why would I want anything to do with some non-otaku normie of a human?! I wouldn’t! I’m no cheater! M-my one and only true love is-”
“Cheeseburgers,” Beel finishes happily.
“What? NO! That’s YOUR one true love, Beel!”
“That non-otaku normie is still sitting here, you know,” you say, shooting an annoyed look at Levi. “And without me, you wouldn’t have your money back. So you’re welcome.”
“Ugh…” the Avatar of Envy lets out, dropping his head onto the table defeatedly.
“You know, $name, having Mammon at your command will be quite useful," Asmo says, smiling at you. "He's a bit of a buffoon and gets into trouble too easily, but he //is// powerful and can easily protect you. It'll just take some time for him to warm up to you, that's all."
You pause for a moment, surprised. It almost sounded like Asmo was...//complimenting// Mammon?
"Really? Well, I'm glad," you say, for lack of a better response.
"I heard about what happened, $name," a new voice cuts in, and you both look up to see that Lucifer has walked into the dining room, a sleepy Mammon trailing behind him. "Apparently you outfoxed a certain dimwit of a demon and forged a pact with him."
"HEY! Who're you callin' a dimwit?!" Mammon interrupts indignantly as they sit down, but Lucifer ignores him as Levi snickers from his seat.
"Your opponent may have been stupid, but even so, you've only just arrived. It's a real accomplishment managing a feat like that in such a short span of time. Well done," Lucifer says, nodding at you.
"...Thank you," you reply, surprised - Lucifer doesn't look like the type of demon to give out praise easily.
"I imagine Diavolo will be pleased as well," he adds. "We continue to expect big things from you."
"I'm honored," you say, surprise meter going up by 1000. Diavolo?! What?!
"Yeah, well, whatever. C'mon, human, let's get going. I'll just eat in the cafeteria,” Mammon says, annoyed. “Assholes,” he mutters under his breath as he gets back up.
"Okay," you shrug, standing up as well and following him out into the hall.
"Seriously, what's with that guy?" Mammon grumbles as the two of you start walking. “He can't go a single minute without bringin' up Diavolo. It's always Diavolo this, Diavolo that. If Diavolo told you to jump off a cliff to your death, would ya do THAT too, Lucifer?! Huh?!" After a moment of thought, he sighs. "Ya know what? Knowin' him, he probably would."
"Jeez," you say noncommitally. It's probably a good idea to not provoke Mammon any more than he already is, since he's awfully rude and annoying when in a bad mood.
"Anyway, ever since ya got here, human, it's been nothin' but one bad thing after another for me," Mammon says, annoyance flashing in his blue-and-gold eyes. "So let's get somethin' straight. I didn't make this pact cuz I wanted to, and I ain't happy about it! Everythin' I did, I did for my credit card - for my baby Goldie! If you end up gettin' yourself eaten by some demon here at RAD, don't blame me, ‘cause I don't give a fuck. Ya got that?! Don't go thinkin' you're all great and stuff just 'cause you managed to make some stupid pact, human!"
...Actually, you know what? Never mind about treading carefully around this bitch.
"Can you shut up?" you seethe. "If you don't care about me, well guess what? I don't give a damn about you and your problems either. Stop fucking tryna ruin my mood just ‘cause YOU'RE having a bad day."
Mammon's jaw drops to the floor. "What?! You've got a real nasty mouth on you, doncha?! Maybe I'll just go ahead and eat ya right now!" he exclaims, even more agitated now.
"I'd like to see you try," you snap. "Don't forget I can technically control you now."
"Shaddap! I told ya, that pact means nothin'! You're just a lowly human, and nothin' more! So you'd better learn your place, and fast!"
"Lowly human my ass," you say, rolling your eyes. "I have a NAME, you know."
"I don't give a fu-!!" Suddenly, he stops in the middle of the hall with a jolt.
"Address me properly," you order, "or you're not getting anywhere."
Ever since you made a pact with Mammon, it's like invisible strings of power have been tying you to him, and tugging on them using your thoughts lets you control him as if he's a puppet.
"Wh- I can't move! The hell?! Is this your doing?!" Mammon struggles against the invisible hold, but it’s to no avail - the invisible hands stopping him hold too strong.
"The pact, remember?" You smile a little too innocently given the situation at hand. "Now, you were saying?"
"I- gah! Listen up, h-hu...huma...$name!" Mammon yelps as you concentrate on using the power of the pact to make the demon say your name. "Dammit! Now you listen to me! You may control my body, but not my mind! I'm my own boss, and I'll always be! Don't you ever forget that!"
"Oh really?" you smirk, a plan forming in your head.
"Huma..." Mammon struggles to say again, but to no avail as you concentrate even harder. "Hu- $name...$name, my boss! No, Your Majesty $name! I bow down to you!"
His features are furious as you double over in laughter.
"Hah! Now who's the boss, huh?" you snicker, a smug, satisfied look on his face. Mammon lets out a puff of air as you release him from your hold, immediately relaxing with relief.
"Ugh, FINALLY! What the fuck was that for?!" Mammon glares.
"How's that feel for putting me down?" you challenge. "Just so you know, I don't even care about controlling you. YOU'RE just the one who keeps relentlessly shooting me with insults, so I only did what I had to." You //sick and tired// of Mammon referring to you as if you're some lowly object.
"Yeah yeah, whatever," he grumbles, starting off again towards the cafeteria. "I've had enough of ya today, so don't bother me anymore!"
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go throughout your schoolday. ->11.1]]You're sitting at your desk doing homework when the door nearly flies off its hinges, causing you to fall off your chair in surprise.
“C’mon hu- $name, let’s go,” Mammon announces, ambling into the room. He stops short at the sight of you sprawled across the floor and chuckles uncharacteristically, holding out a hand.
“...Thanks?” you say questioningly, taking it and pulling yourself up. “What’s the occasion?” It’s awfully suspicious for Mammon to not bite your head off considering the argument you just had this morning.
“We’re gonna go see the other exchange students,” he explains as the two of you walk out of your room. “They’re over in Purgatory Hall like I told ya the other day.”
“Oh! The human and angels?” you ask excitedly, and Mammon nods.
“Yep. Even I dunno who they are, so.”
When you arrive at the smaller building across the street from the House of Lamentation, Mammon actually knocks on the door like a gentleman while you just gawk at him.
“You’re demonstrating manners? What happened to those when you were coming to //my// room?”
“Oi, shaddap! I can be all nice and stuff too, yanno!” he protests.
“...Lucifer would have your head if you said anything rude to the other exchange students, won’t he,” you smirk, realizing why Mammon is being so nice all of a sudden. “Diavolo’s reputation would be tarnished.”
Mammon throws you an annoyed look in response - bingo! - before the door finally opens, revealing a short blonde kid(?) on the other side.
“Demons!” he yelps when he sees you two, immediately slamming the door shut in your faces and leaving you and Mammon looking at each other in utter confusion.
After a few seconds, the door opens again, and this time there’s a dark-skinned young man wearing long white robes on the other side. “Pardon my friend,” he laughs, “he was not prepared for visitors at this time. Please, come on in.”
“Uh, it’s fine. Thanks,” you say.
“EH?! Whaddaya mean it’s fine?! That was so ru-!” Mammon starts, then yelps and clamps his mouth shut when you elbow him.
“Have a seat,” your host encourages, beckoning to the plush blue sofa in the living room. “I’m Simeon, by the way.”
“$name. Are you an angel, by any chance?”
“Haha, I am indeed,” Simeon smiles.
“Oh, I remember ya,” Mammon says suddenly, looking at the angel with a furrow in his brow.
“Huh?” you ask, turning to him. “You know each other??”
“The demon brothers were all angels before the Great Celestial War,” Simeon explains. “We were coworkers before their fall, which converted them to demons.” Your jaw drops to the floor at this, but before you can ask any more, a white-haired person walks into the room.
“Why hello there. I didn’t know we had guests, Simeon,” he says, a galaxy-like cape flowing around him. “I’m Solomon; nice to meet you. You’re…Mammon, correct? Lucifer’s brother?”
“Not just ‘Lucifer’s brother’!” Mammon argues. “I am THE Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, second demon lo-”
“Yeah he’s Mammon, and I’m $name. Nice to meet you,” you greet, interrupting the demon, and Solomon smiles.
“Same here. You’re the other human exchange student, aren’t you?”
“How’d you know?” you ask, surprised.
“Well, you’re nothing short of a celebrity right now,” Solomon chuckles. “I heard you made a pact with Mammon, and it appears that’s true.” He gestures to the pact mark on your neck, which is peeking out from beneath your shirt.
“Not 'cause I wanted to!” Mammon clarifies, crossing his arms. “This stupid huma-!” he starts, then quickly corrects himself after glancing at your annoyed expression. “I mean, $name! $name and my twat of a brother Levi made me! So don’t bring it up again, ya hear?!”
“Touchy subject?” Solomon laughs. “Whoops, my bad.” He doesn’t sound the least bit sorry, though, amusement dancing in his dark eyes instead.
“You're a human? Not a demon?" a familiar voice asks, and you turn to see the little boy from before peeking into the room from the hallway.
"Yeah," you say, wondering where he's going with this.
“But you live with THEM, don’t you?!” he accuses, jabbing a finger at Mammon. “The demon brothers!”
“Ah, yeah,” you nod. “Who are you?”
“AGH! Stay away from them!” the blonde boy yelps, shooting daggers at Mammon, who glares right back.
“This is Luke,” Simeon clarifies. “He’s an angel, too.”
“Ah. That explains the hatred for demons, then. But why'd you even come down here if you don't like them?" you ask Luke, confused.
"Well, this is exactly the sort of situation which the exchange program is trying to solve," Simeon answers for him. "The goal is to reduce animosity between angels, demons, and humans."
"Which is never gonna happen! We don't trust those filthy demons anyway!" Luke cries.
"HEY! Who're ya callin' filthy?!" Mammon fires back, and you roll your eyes.
"You're certainly right about that. Just being human makes me a prime target for insults thrown by these demons."
"And yet you still made a pact with one of them," Solomon says, amused.
"Why don't you just live here with us?" Simeon asks, tilting his head inquisitively. "I assure you we do not bite."
You sigh, "I wish, but Diavolo says that living together will reduce animosity or something, and I need their protection.”
"That's unfortunate," Solomon says, "but you can still visit, right? Come around sometimes; it'll be fun to spend some time as just us, the exchange students."
"Good idea!" you agree. "You guys seem to be much nicer than my current housemates, and being away from those annoying brothers will be good for my headspace."
"HEY! One of those 'annoying brothers' is RIGHT HERE, yanno!" Mammon interrupts, but everyone ignores him.
"Do you hear something squeaking?" you ask innocently.
"It's probably just the wind," Solomon smirks, and you snicker.
"UGH! I don't hafta sit here and listen to you all!" Mammon says indignantly, crossing his arms and storming out the door.
"Oh come on, you guys," Simeon sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, but the smile on his face betrays his amusement.
"I should probably go after him since we have dinner soon," you say. "See you all soon?"
"Of course," Solomon and Simeon smile, and with a wave, you leave, jogging to catch up to Mammon.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Head back home. -> 12.1]]Later that night, you can't sleep again.
Your mind just keeps replaying your encounter with the other exchange students, wondering what the history between the demon lords and Simeon is. They were angels? Why did they fall from heaven, and why didn't Simeon?
“It really sucks to be an insomniac,” you sigh to yourself, getting up again to just wander the halls until you gets tired. It's no use pondering over these questions so late at night; you'll just have to ask Mammon later when he's in a good mood...{(if: $satan is >= 2)[Or maybe you can ask Satan. He seems to be rather smart and is much more mild-mannered than Mammon.]}
Once you leave your room, however, a strange voice drifts towards you.
“…//$name//…” You look around wildly to see who’s calling you, but there’s no one there - only the faint ghost of a breeze.
The sound comes again, fainter this time, and you hurry to find its source.
“…//$name…I…something for you…//”
You end up at the bottom of a strange staircase that you've never seen before, but before you can move towards it, a body comes out of nowhere and slams you against the wall.
“Stop right there, $name. You will go no further,” a familiar voice warns, and you look up with wide eyes to see Lucifer. He lets go, letting you relax, but stands in front of the staircase in a guarding manner. “This is not a place for humans. It’s dangerous. Go back to your room.”
“...Sorry, I didn’t know,” you apologize warily, Lucifer’s menacing expression sending a chill up your spine.
And yet, the next night, you're drawn to the staircase again. That voice…why was it calling out to you?
“Out for a stroll, $name?” Lucifer greets once more, emerging from the shadows near the staircase and giving you a knowing look. “I keep running into you here, don’t I? It seems you’re really curious about what’s at the top of this staircase.”
“Ah, um-” you try to think of an excuse, but Lucifer isn’t having any of it.
“Unless I’m mistaken, I believe I told you that it’s not a place humans have any business going,” he states, expression darkening.
“Sorry! I can’t sleep,” you say, shuffling your feet. It’s the truth, after all - surely Lucifer will believe it.
“In that case, would you like me to brew you some tea?” he asks, smiling menacingly. “Although you should probably know that it’s a bit too effective on humans…to the point that you may find you ''never wake up again''.” The threat in his words is clear, and you gulp.
“Um yeah, thanks but no thanks. Good night,” you squeak before scurrying away. Jeez, what is it with this demon? There’s no way you’ll be able to see what the voice wants if Lucifer is in the way every time. This…calls for different measures.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ask Mammon. -> 13.11 (Mammon)]]
(if: $satan >= 2)[[[Ask Satan. -> 13.12 (Satan)]]]“...Hey, Mammon?” you ask apprehensively the next morning.
“What?” the demon grumbles, cranky because he has to eat breakfast with you instead of having free time like the rest of his brothers.
“What’s at the top of the stairs?”
Mammon’s brow furrows. “Huh? What stairs?”
“The ones at the corner of the House of Lamentation, down the hallway with the portraits.” At this, the he regards you with full interest.
“Ya mean the stairs that lead up into the attic? Why do ya care about those?”
“Tell me more about them,” you say, avoiding the question. You can’t trust Mammon with your secret about the voice, not yet.
“Well, do ya know the secret to gettin’ people to tell ya stuff?”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Money? -> 14.11 (money)]]
[[Asking nicely, obviously. -> 14.12 (nicely)]]“...Hey, Satan?” you ask apprehensively after knocking on the door down the hall with his name on it. He cracks it open a moment later, peering at you.
“$name? What's got you at my door so early in the morning?" he asks, finally opening the door enough for you to see his full body and make out stacks of...//books?// behind him.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question? It's been bugging me recently..."
"Of course. What is it?" Satan says, brows furrowed.
"What’s at the top of the stairs?”
"Stairs?" A pause. "Ah. I assume you mean the attic."
"I...found that place, one night," you start, insure of how much information to give him. "But when I tried to climb the stairs..."
"...Lucifer stopped you?" Satan finishes. You nod, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"How did you know?"
"He's done the same for me. I assumed it was because I'm, well, me, but it seems you also fall under that umbrella." Satan regards you with full interest now, tapping a finger against his chin in thought. "Say, how about we figure out a way to distract him?"
...You honestly didn't expect Satan to help you so readily, but you're grateful for the fact. Not many have been kind to you so far.
"Yes, if that's possible. What would distract him?"
"Glad to hear that you're on board." Satan smiles in that eerie way of his, then pauses to think for a moment. {(set: $satan to it +1)}//(text-colour:#b1e989)[(Your intimacy level with Satan has increased to $satan.)]// "Hm...I overheard him mention something once that he was looking for. A cursed vinyl record of the Tale of the Seven Lords, if I remember correctly."
“...Huh? Lucifer’s interested in some show that Levi watches?” you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion. Satan chuckles at your expression.
"It appears so, though I have no idea as to why. Still, if you want to distract him, then I suggest getting your hards on that record first. Levi happens to have one, which should make things much easier for you."
"Just me? Aren't you going to help?" you ask, and he shakes his head.
"Unfortunately, I'm at the top of the list for demons that Lucifer keeps an eye on, other than Mammon. It would be rather suspicious for us to suddenly be working together, and Lucifer's gaze would only hinder your ability to reach your goal."
"Oh...you've got a point," you say begrudgingly. "Alright then, thank you for your help. I'll try and get that record."
"Of course," Satan smiles. "Best of luck."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Levi's room to ask him for the record. -> 16.12 (alone)]]“Money?” you reply, and Mammon looks surprised.
“EXACTLY! Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about - I guess you //do// get it!” {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
It’s funny how his entire face lights up at the mention of money - and does he seem proud, too, that you actually answered correctly? “If ya wanna pry valuable information outta someone, you’ve gotta offer ‘em proper compensation!”
“So what, you want my money?” you sigh, lips pressed into a thin line. Why did you think this was going to be easy, again? Mammon might not be scary like Lucifer, but he’s still the most uncooperative demon around.
“Wait, wait,” Mammon interrupts. “I think I know what this is about. Lemme guess - ya tried to climb those stairs, but Lucifer stopped you, right? That’s totally it, isn’t it?”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “How did you know?”
“I’m smarter than ya think, yanno!” Mammon replies, miffed. “And there’s one thing ya gotta get straight - if ya think you can just offer Mammon here a lil’ bit o’ money and he’ll spill the beans, you’re dead wrong. I mean, if I told ya somethin’ I shouldn’t, Lucifer would beat me half to death.”
“....Ughhh,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. Why are demons so…so //annoying//? Maybe you should just ask Diavolo to transfer to Purgatory Hall; screw that voice who 'has something for you'. Whatever that even means.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Mammon smiles. “If ya REALLY want this information, then let’s see…you can offer me the monetary equivalent of the world’s total oil production! Two hundred million years’ worth. That might do it!”
“Where the hell would I get-”
“In other words, I ain’t gonna tell ya, blockhead! Is that clear?!”
Blockhead? //Blockhead?!//
“Oh, afraid of Lucifer, are you?” you sneer, ticked off. It’s bad enough to be called dumb, but being called dumb by someone who is even dumber than you? No way are you gonna let Mammon live that down.
“WHAT?!” he exclaims. “What’d ya just say?! Ya think I’M afraid of Lucifer?! Me, Avatar of Greed?! You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! I’m not the least bit afraid of him, got it?! Not even a little!”
“Oh please,” you reply smugly. “Be honest. You’re scared, aren’t you? There’s no way you’d deny it that much if you weren’t.”
“I told ya, I’M NOT!” Mammon yelps, agitated.
“Really? Then tell me how to get up those stairs,” you challenge.
“Alright fine, I will!” he scoffs. “Ya can’t get up the stairs 'cause Lucifer’s blockin' the way, right?! Ya needa do somethin’ to get rid of him, right?! Well, guess what? Distractin’ Lucifer is easy as pie!”
“Go on,” you say, leaning forward eagerly. //Now// you're on the right track to get the information you need.
“Ya know that series Levi likes? What was it called…um, The Tale of the Seven…the Seven…Seven Ways to Get Rich Quick…wait no. That’s the book I was readin’ the other day.”
You hide a smile at this. When Mammon’s not screaming insults at you, he’s actually kind of funny. “The Tale of the Seven Lords? His room was covered in posters of that last time I went.”
“Right, yeah, that one! Ya needa get your hands on a vinyl edition copy of the soundtrack for that Tale of Seven Whatevers. If ya have that, you can use it to distract Lucifer, no problem!”
“Lucifer’s interested in some show that Levi watches?” you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion.
“Yeah. Don’t ask why, 'cause I’ve got no idea why Lucifer likes it either,” Mammon shrugs. “But if ya wanna climb those stairs, you’re gonna have to start by gettin’ your hands on that soundtrack.”
“...I see,” you say thoughtfully, mulling it over. “Can you help me do it?”
“Wha? Why do I gotta help you? If ya want that soundtrack, then go find Levi and work it out with him yourself, dummy,” Mammon says, moving to get up.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to bargain with Mammon to get him to help you. -> 15.11 (bargain)]]
[[Let him go; you can resolve it yourself with Levi. Mammon has a terrible relationship with him anyway. -> 16.12 (alone)]]“Asking nicely, obviously,” you reply, and Mammon scoffs.
“No way! Are ya stupid?! Obviously it's //money//!"
"More like that's what makes //you// do anything," you grumble under your breath.
“If ya wanna pry valuable information outta someone, you’ve gotta offer ‘em proper compensation!” Mammon continues, crossing his arms.
“So what, you want my money?” you sigh, lips pressed into a thin line. Why did you think this was going to be easy, again? Mammon might not be scary like Lucifer, but he’s still the most uncooperative demon around.
“Wait, wait,” Mammon interrupts. “I think I know what this is about. Lemme guess - ya tried to climb those stairs, but Lucifer stopped you, right? That’s totally it, isn’t it?”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “How did you know?”
“I’m smarter than ya think, yanno!” Mammon replies, miffed. “And there’s one thing ya gotta get straight - if ya think you can just offer Mammon here a lil’ bit o’ money and he’ll spill the beans, you’re dead wrong. I mean, if I told ya somethin’ I shouldn’t, Lucifer would beat me half to death.”
“....Ughhh,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. Why are demons so…so //annoying//? Maybe you should just ask Diavolo to transfer to Purgatory Hall; screw that voice who 'has something for you'. Whatever that even means.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Mammon smiles. “If ya REALLY want this information, then let’s see…you can offer me the monetary equivalent of the world’s total oil production! Two hundred million years’ worth. That might do it!”
“Where the hell would I get-”
“In other words, I ain’t gonna tell ya, blockhead! Is that clear?!”
Blockhead? //Blockhead?!//
“Oh, afraid of Lucifer, are you?” you sneer, ticked off. It’s bad enough to be called dumb, but being called dumb by someone who is even dumber than you? No way are you gonna let Mammon live that down.
“WHAT?!” he exclaims. “What’d ya just say?! Ya think I’M afraid of Lucifer?! Me, Avatar of Greed?! You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! I’m not the least bit afraid of him, got it?! Not even a little!”
“Oh please,” you reply smugly. “Be honest. You’re scared, aren’t you? There’s no way you’d deny it that much if you weren’t.”
“I told ya, I’M NOT!” Mammon yelps, agitated.
“Really? Then tell me how to get up those stairs,” you challenge.
“Alright fine, I will!” he scoffs. “Ya can’t get up the stairs 'cause Lucifer’s blockin' the way, right?! Ya needa do somethin’ to get rid of him, right?! Well, guess what? Distractin’ Lucifer is easy as pie!”
“Go on,” you say, leaning forward eagerly. //Now// you're on the right track to get the information you need.
“Ya know that series Levi likes? What was it called…um, The Tale of the Seven…the Seven…Seven Ways to Get Rich Quick…wait no. That’s the book I was readin’ the other day.”
You hide a smile at this. When Mammon’s not screaming insults at you, he’s actually kind of funny. “The Tale of the Seven Lords? His room was covered in posters of that last time I went.”
“Right, yeah, that one! Ya needa get your hands on a vinyl edition copy of the soundtrack for that Tale of Seven Whatevers. If ya have that, you can use it to distract Lucifer, no problem!”
“Lucifer’s interested in some show that Levi watches?” you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion.
“Yeah. Don’t ask why, 'cause I’ve got no idea why Lucifer likes it either,” Mammon shrugs. “But if ya wanna climb those stairs, you’re gonna have to start by gettin’ your hands on that soundtrack.”
“...I see,” you say thoughtfully, mulling it over. “Can you help me do it?”
“Wha? Why do I gotta help you? If ya want that soundtrack, then go find Levi and work it out with him yourself, dummy,” Mammon says, moving to get up.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to bargain with Mammon to get him to help you. -> 15.11 (bargain)]]
[[Let him go; you can resolve it yourself with Levi. Mammon has a terrible relationship with him anyway. -> 16.12 (alone)]]{(set: $library to true)}
“$book s,” you smile, running your fingers along the length of the bookshelf you're walking beside. “What about you?”
“$book s are exciting to read,” Satan agrees, “but if I had to choose, I’d say that mysteries are my favorite. Testing myself to solve the problem before the detective does is quite satisfying.”
“Ooh yeah, mysteries are really fun,” you say, nodding in agreement. “Actually, I have a book I could recommend to you if you’d like.”
“I’m not reading anything at the moment, so I’d love to hear it,” he replies. After a few minutes of searching, you bring out a menacing-looking book named //Truth or Dare//.
“I’ll admit that it’s slightly more on the thriller side, but the mystery in this is still absolutely killer,” you gush. “Literally, since it’s a murder mystery.”
Satan’s lips quirk up at the pun. “It looks quite interesting. I’ll get back to you once I’ve read it.”
“Great! In that case, I’ve found one for myself as well.” You plop down onto a beanbag and Satan sits next to you, both of you flipping open your books with a content smile.
Needless to say, this evening is the most relaxing one you’ve had since you came to the Devildom.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go home. ->Satan Tour 5.12]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Chapter Three: Envy'']]
//Knock knock.//
“Go away,” Levi’s voice calls out from the other side of his locked door as soon as you knock.
“Levi, it’s $name. Can I come in?” you ask.
“No.” You look at Mammon, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Well, //that// didn’t work.” Before Mammon can reply, though, a familiar voice interrupts.
“Hello there, $name. Fancy seeing you again so soon.” Solomon walks up behind you, wearing a smile.
“Oh, hey Solomon. What are //you// doing here?” you ask.
“Levi invited me to his room.”
“WHA?! Levi invited YOU to his room?!” Mammon exclaims incredulously. “No way, I ain’t buyin’ it.”
“Believe it or not, he did,” Solomon shrugs, knocking on the door. “Levi, it’s me.”
“What’s the secret phrase?” the Avatar of Envy calls.
“The second lord…” Solomon begins.
“...attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption’s platypus, which could lay golden eggs…” Levi continues.
“....having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed…”
“...it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools. Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter.”
“Well, guess I’ll see you two later,” Solomon smiles, looking rather smug. “Bye.” With that, he steps into Levi’s room, and Mammon droops.
“What were they even //talkin’// about just now…?”
“I have no idea, but isn’t that the secret phrase?” you ask. “So if I just repeat it…”
“...then he’ll let ya in!” Mammon realizes, perking up immediately. “Go on, say it!” You knock on the door again, and Levi’s voice carries out.
“What’s the secret phrase?”
“The second lord…”
“//Bzzt//! Secret phrase authentication failure. Access denied.”
“Huh?!” you and Mammon let out at the same time.
“Wait, that was totally right! It’s exactly what Solomon said!” Mammon protests.
“The secret phrase is periodically reset” comes Levi’s answer.
“You’re sayin’ it’s a one-time password? Seriously?!” the Avatar of Greed growls in frustration.
“Ugh, I //knew// it was too easy to work,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Now what?”
“Maybe you should come back after you’ve at least watched TSL on DVD,” Levi says disapprovingly from the other side of the door.
“What the hell…” Mammon grumbles. “Ok, I dunno what exactly is goin’ on here but I think Solomon managed to prove to Levi that he’s a total TSL nerd too, so now they’re buddies. Which means that if ya wanna borrow that soundtrack from Levi, you're gonna have to do that too - become a TSL nerd.”
“Great,” you say, monotonously. Things are never easy for you, are they? “Welp, guess we better get to it, huh?”
“We?!”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to your room. -> 17.11]]Later that night, you flop back onto a beanbag chair in your room after putting the first of the TSL DVDs into the TV. Lucifer had let you order furniture and other knick knacks the other day, so now it’s decorated with a few {(if: $gamer is true)[gaming]} posters, laptop desk, paintings, and a canopy bed. One corner, the one where you are sitting right now, is for comfort and is littered with games, pillows, and beanbag chairs. The once sterile, empty room now feels a little more like home.
“I can’t believe I gotta join you for this TSL Full DVD Series Marathon Night you’re doin’,” Mammon complains from his seat at your right, and you grin cheekily.
“You said you’d help, didn’t you?”
“Not to watch a 12-hour nerd show, I didn’t! We’ll be up all damn night!”
“Better get ready, then,” you chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder. “At least I’m providing snacks and amazing company.”
Mammon looks unamused, huffing, “Well unlike BEEL over here, I can’t be bribed with food! But if we’re talkin’ about //money//, on the other hand…”
Beel shrugs from his place on your other side. “If $name is giving free popcorn then of course I’ll give $him my company in return. It’s only fair.”
“See, Beel gets it!” you say. “Now shush, it’s starting.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 1 -> DVD 1.1]]//Though they represent two different species, the protagonist Henry and the Lord of Shadows bridge such differences to form a pact. Working together, they set a trap for the Lord of Fools, who falls victim to it.
The Lord of Fools is then driven off, chased up into the snowy northern country. It’s there in the cold, barren wasteland that he discovers the frozen body of his former sweetheart, Geldie. He once loved her, before they parted…//
“Wh…seriously?! He’s finally reunited with her, only to find out she’s dead?! No…that can’t be!” Mammon exclaims, tears glimmering in his eyes. “Can’t he, like, use some magic or somethin’ to bring her back to life?! Don’t you dare die, Geldie! It can’t end like this, it just can’t…! He’s gonna find a way to save Geldie, right?! Whaddaya think, $name?! Please…please say he saves her…!” The Avatar of Greed sniffles a little, scooting slightly closer to you and Beel as if seeking comfort.
“Let’s hope so,” you say, awkwardly patting Mammon’s shoulder. Is it really normal for demons to get this emotional over some DVD series?
“If you want to know what happens next, maybe stop talking so much and keep watching,” Beel says.
…No, it’s probably just a Mammon thing. Beel doesn’t look emotionally moved at all.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 4 -> DVD 4.1]]//The Lord of Flies faces a crisis after his country is invaded by hostile forces from another land. The opposing army isolates them, cutting off supply lines so they will starve. Hoping to aid his brother, the Lord of Fools arranges for food supplies to be smuggled in.
However, a long spell of wet, rainy weather causes all of the food he has sent to spoil. As a result, the Lord of Flies’s land is beset by an outbreak of disease, on top of the famine they already face…//
By now, Mammon is fully crying, sniffles punctuating his words. “Don’t blame the Lord of Fools! He was worried about the Lord of Flies and wanted to help…that’s all!”
“It’s really a shame about what happened,” you agree, and Mammon nods tearfully.
“I can’t believe the food ended up spoiling….It’s not fair. He was bein’ so helpful, and he meant well…so why….WHY…?!” A fresh wave of sobs wrack his body, and you wince. Maybe these DVDs are just hitting too close to home? The whole story with Geldie DOES seem awfully similar to how you and Levi got Mammon’s credit card…
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to comfort Mammon. -> TSL comfort]]
[[Ask Beel to comfort Mammon; they're brothers after all. -> TSL]]{(set: $comfort to true)}You apprehensively put an arm around the Avatar of Greed, hoping to offer a bit of comfort to him. It seems to work, because Mammon’ sniffles die down a bit as he leans his head on your shoulder. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
Beel, on the other hand, just keeps chewing his popcorn, unaffected. “Mammon, stop crying. Your nose is running, you know.”
“Come on, how can I NOT cry watchin’ this, huh?!” Mammon argues, and tears slip down his face again. “It’s so saaaaad…” You sigh and give Beel a look. Luckily, he notices it and shrugs, not saying anything more.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 7 -> DVD 7.1]]You glance at Mammon but decide not to say anything; he finds you annoying anyway. It's unlikely you'll be able to comfort him, so you look to Beel for help.
Beel just keeps chewing his popcorn, unaffected. “Mammon, stop crying. Your nose is running, you know.”
“Come on, how can I NOT cry watchin’ this, huh?!” Mammon argues, and tears slip down his face again. “It’s so saaaaad…” Beel softens at this and sighs.
"$name, can we switch seats?"
"Sure," you say, getting up and letting him sit next to Mammon.
"Wha-" Mammon says, confused, but then Beel puts an arm around him and ruffles his hair. "Shh. It's just a TV show."
Surprise flashes across the Avatar of Greed's face before he gives in and rests his head on Beel's broad shoulder, sniffles dying down.
It's hard to tell who's the older and who's the younger brother in this moment, but at least Mammon isn't crying anymore.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 7 -> DVD 7.1]]//In the year 825 of the ancient era, the Lord of Emptiness leads a sudden rebellion against his eldest brother, the Lord of Corruption. Unwilling to forgive this betrayal, the Lord of Corruption imprisons him within the Tower of Shadow in the farthest corner of the world.
The other lords lament the fate that has befallen their youngest brother, but there is nothing they can do, for the fear of incurring the Lord of Corruption’s wrath is above all else…//
“Seriously, what’s wrong with them?! They’re brothers, aren’t they?! Couldn’t one of ‘em have done somethin’ to stop it from coming to this?!”
“One on hand, I agree, but on the other hand, what the Lord of Emptiness did was wrong, too,” you say.
“Yeah, maybe the Lord of Emptiness himself deserves some of the blame too,” Mammon agrees, “but I can’t believe they’d abandon their brother like that…”
“Yeah…” you say sadly. To your left, Beel is silent.
Not even the sounds of crunching can be heard for the rest of the DVD.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Finish watching TSL. -> 18.11]]“‘Kay, and then what happened to the food that the Lord of Fools sent the Lord of Flies?” Mammon asks the next morning as you wait for class to start. After the 12 hour marathon, he’s decided to grill you on TSL to make sure that you know enough for Levi to be happy.
“It ended up getting spoiled and caused disease,” you answer.
“Ugh, thinking about that always makes me wanna cry,” Mammon sniffs.
{(if: $comfort is true)[“Hey, it’s alright. Let’s just look at the bright side: I can hopefully get the cursed vinyl record from Levi now!” you say, trying to cheer Mammon up, and the demon gives you a wobbly smile. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//]
(else:)["Well, on the bright side, I hopefully know enough about TSL now for Levi to be happy," you say, diverting the topic so he doesn't cry again.]}
"Well, on the bright side, I hopefully know enough about TSL now for Levi to be happy," you say, diverting the topic so he doesn't cry again.
“Yeah. Let’s hope you can convince him that ya really know your stuff at this point.”
“Hey, human,” a familiar voice says, and you turn to see Levi striding down the hall with a disapproving expression on his face.
“Speak of the devil,” Mammon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
“I heard what you’re up to,” Levi says, looking down at you and crossing his arms. “Seems that you’re trying to suck up to me so I’ll like you.”
“Excuse me?” you exclaim. Levi really woke up today and chose violence, huh? “Suck up to you? YOU were the one who said I should watch the TSL DVDs, so I did! I’m not sucking up to anyone! And my name is $name, not human!”
“Oi!” Mammon jabs you in the side, leaning over and whispering, “Ya got guts and all, but don’t go makin’ Levi mad! Then there’s no //way// he’ll listen to ya!”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ignore Mammon and go off at Levi because he's being a jerk and deserves to be put in his place. -> 19.11 (mad)]]
[[Force yourself to calm down and try to reason with Levi. -> 19.12 (friends)]]{(set: $badlevi to true)(set: $withmams to true)}“Whatever,” Levi scoffs. “I don’t know what it is you’re plotting, but I’m not about to get all buddy-buddy with some human normie. Understand?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself to calm down. Normally your temper doesn't get the best of you, but you're fed up with all these demons' insults and running too low on sleep to make rational decisions.
“Okay first off, ouch. I thought maybe after the whole scheme of getting Mammon to pay you back made you hate me less, but guess I was wrong. And second, why don’t you call //Solomon// a human normie? Like seriously, I never even did anything to you, so why the hell are you so rude?”
Levi looks positively offended. “Are you kidding? You know nothing about TSL!” You just stare at the demon for a second, incredulous.
“You base your entire perception of a person on //whether or not they know anything about your favorite TV show//?!”
“Typical Levi for ya,” Mammon snorts. “His priorities are so messed up.”
“Shut up, Mammon! You’re an idiot!” Levi fires back.
“Like YOU’RE any better!”
“You know what? Levi, I challenge you to a TSL competition for who knows more about the series,” you announce on a spur-of-the-moment decision. The two brothers immediately clamp their mouths shut and look wide-eyed at you until Levi barks out a laugh.
“Ahaha! Do you seriously think you could beat me in a competition involving TSL?? LMAO! As if I’d actually accept that challenge like that. I mean, I already know what the outcome would be.”
“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow. “Afraid of losing?” Mammon looks at you, mouthing //what the hell are ya doin’?//, but you just shake your head subtly.
“Excuse me? Where are you even getting the idea that I might lose to you?! I’m the biggest fan of TSL there is! Of course I'll win! And I'll show you just that!” Levi glares at you, hard. "We’ll compete to see which one of us loves TSL more, you or me. Just one thing, though. If you lose, you might ''never make it back to the human world alive''.”
“...Deal.”
Are you making a stupid decision? Probably? Will you regret it? Most likely. But are you going to do it anyway? Yes.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Face the consequences for your actions. -> 20.11]] {(set: $badlevi to false)(set: $withmams to true)}Your glare stays in place, but you let out a breath. As much as you hate to admit it, Mammon is right.
"Look," you begin, leveling your gaze at Levi. "I think {(if: $gamer is true)[we have a lot in common,](else:)[you're a really interesting demon,]} and it would be nice to have you as a friend. I know you've got this whole 'no humans or normies' thing going on, but I binged TSL just for you, so can't you just give me a chance?"
Levi just stares at you for a second, processing what you said, while a blush slowly creeps up his cheeks.
"...What? If this is a joke, it isn't funny!" he argues weakly, as if in disbelief.
"It's not," you say, holding your breath and hoping he listens. "I really would like to get to know you, if that's fine. Henry and the Lord of Shadow were able to look past their different races and form a bond, so why can't we?"
"Henry and the Lord of Shadow...a human and demon..." Levi mumbles, looking torn. "But you're a normie..."
You cross your arms and wait for him to decide, shooting a look at Mammon to make sure he doesn't say anything to tarnish your reputation in front of Levi.
"...Fine," Levi says, and your head snaps towards him in in surprise. He agreed?! "...But on one condition. You have to be in a TSL competition with me."
"Huh?!" Where'd //that// come from?!
"I want to test your knowledge to make sure that you're actually dedicated," Levi says simply, seemingly making up his mind. "If you win, we can be friends."
"...Really?" your eyes grow wide as saucers, though doubt still lingers. Can you even win a competition centered around his favorite show? You don't know //nearly// as much as Levi does.
"Yeah. Don't disappoint me, normie," he says, then turns and walks away.
"He did NOT just..." Mammon gaps at Levi's retreating back, then at you. "Ya really just asked him to be friends?! And he LISTENED?!"
"I don't know, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing!" you say. "Though yeah, I wasn't lying about what I said." The two of you begin walking towards class when you notice that the bell is about to ring.
"...Huh." Mammon goes quiet for a second, deep in thought, then realizes something and shakes his head. "That ass trapped ya, though. You’re never gonna win in a nerd competition against the mega-nerdest of ‘em all!"
"Yeahh, I was worried about that..." you admit, sitting down at your desk, "but there's gotta be //some// way right? If I beat Levi, I could make my reward be that he has to give me the vinyl record, and he'd have to do it no matter what."
“Well…that’s true, I guess. But still! How the hell are ya gonna become more of an expert at him before this weekend?!”
“Hello $name, Mammon,” a melodious voice greets, interrupting the two of you, and Satan walks up to you, with Beel trailing behind him. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
“Are you hoping to find out what’s in the attic? Is that it?” Beel asks.
“Wha- how’d you know??”
“That’s not important,” Beel says. “I’ll let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit.”
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “I want him to have a friend.” You look at him with a renewed gaze, surprised at his concern, and Satan appears thoughtful for a second before turning to you.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, too,” he states. “The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
“...Okay,” you reply, ridiculously confused about how these demons are suddenly being so nice to you. Sure, Satan and Beel are the nicest by far of all the brothers (other than Asmo), but they still aren’t exactly //amicable//. “Thanks. Why would Simeon know about what happens, though?”
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true. Well then, we’ll be on our way. Good luck,” the Avatar of Wrath smiles, then leaves alongside Beel.
“...What was //that//?” you question out loud, turning to Mammon, who’s been silent this entire time.
“I dunno,” he answers, a strange look on his face. “Beel and Satan BOTH givin’ ya hints…weird. But Beel was right - if you can make Levi jealous, he’s bound to lose his cool, though there’s no guarantee he won’t kill ya if that happens.”
You sigh. “Great. So either I lose to Levi and get humiliated after all that "friend" talk - there's no way he's gonna give me the record if I do - or win but at the cost of my life. I suppose you aren’t gonna protect me either, huh?”
“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna beat Levi fair and square at who’s the biggest TSL nerd. You’d better face up to the fact that this is gonna involve a little risk,” Mammon says.
“A //little// risk called my life, yeah,” you deadpan. “Whatever. It’s not like I haven’t almost died thanks to him before, and thanks to you for being a coward.”
“HEY! Who’re ya callin’ a coward?!” he protests, indignant, and you sigh again. It’s no use picking fights with the only demon who’s helping you right now.
“Never mind. So, how are we gonna make him jealous?”
“Ugh…that’s hard to figure out. He may be called the Avatar of Envy, but it’s hard to make him give in to it. Instead of gettin’ super jealous of ya, he’ll get all negative about his own situation. He’ll start talkin’ about how it’s ‘not fair’ and you’re ‘lucky’ and stuff. You’re not gonna make him lose his cool just by doin’ a little braggin’...No, you’re gonna have to do somethin’ to make him REAL jealous. So jealous he nearly pops a blood vessel.”
“Is that really necessary, though? Don't you think he'd hate me even more if I do resort to these methods?" you ask, unsure.
"Well, it's not like losin' is gonna do ya any good," Mammon points out. "And besides, Levi's a demon of his word. If ya win, he's gonna do what you ask."
"If you say so...What will make him jealous, then?”
“Hmm…” Mammon looks deep in thought. “Maybe we oughta ask someone for help.”
You shrug, “Alright then. Come on, let’s go pay Purgatory Hall a visit again this evening.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Purgatory Hall. -> 21.12]]“Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.”
“Shut up,” you shoot back, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…you challenged Leviathan to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I'm doing it.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.1]]“WHAT?!” Mammon exclaims loudly when Simeon finishes his story. “It can’t just end there! Dammit!”
Simeon only laughs good-naturedly. “Don’t worry, I’ll try and speed up my writing process so book 10 can come out soon as well. Now onto more important matters; when is your competition?"
“This Saturday,” you answer. “So…we have a little less than a week to prepare.”
“Right, of course, because you’re going have to actually pass the rounds about the first 8 books before you pull out your trump card,” he concludes, and you nod.
“Yep.”
“Well, me and $name already binged those and $he got it, so I say we take a break from all this nerd business,” Mammon announces, leaning back in his chair and stretching.
“What do you have in mind?” Simeon asks.
“I dunno,” the demon shrugs. “Maybe-” The door opening cuts him off, however, and two figures crowd into the room.
“Oh, hey you two,” Solomon smiles, Luke by his side. They’re both carrying shopping bags, which Solomon takes into the kitchen.
“What are YOU doing here?!” Luke exclaims, shooting a glare at Mammon, but you answer before they can start fighting like usual (they’re like bombs, these two).
“I kinda got into a little pickle, but Simeon helped us, so it’s all good. And anyway, is it really such a bad thing to want to visit my fellow exchange students?"
“I guess not…” Luke says, pacifying a little. “But why’d you have to bring HIM with you?” He jabs a finger at the demon sitting beside you.
“He’s helping me too,” you answer, shrugging.
“Come on, Luke, don’t worry about it. He won’t bite,” Simeon laughs, getting up. “Now, what did you and Solomon bring from the store?”
“Baking supplies,” Solomon calls from the kitchen. “Barbatos showed Luke a new recipe, and he wanted to try it out.”
“Aw, I’m so glad to see you making connections with someone other than me and Solomon,” Simeon says, looking down at Luke affectionately. The little angel’s cheeks heat up in response, and he crosses his arms.
“Don’t treat me like a child! I could never like a demon! He’s just teaching me a few things, that’s all.”
“Uh…sorry to interrupt, but who’s Barbatos?” you ask.
“You know Lord Diavolo, right?” Simeon asks, and you nod. “Barbatos is his butler.”
“Ohhh.”
“Mhm! Actually, I have an idea,” he continues. “You wanted a break, right, Mammon? We should all bake!”
“Aw yeah, sounds good!” Mmmon says, nodding. “I’ve heard Beel say that Luke makes real good stuff.”
“H-he did?” the angel in question asks, surprised.
“Luke’s baking is the best,” Solomon agrees, finally walking out of the kitchen. “I’d like to try out a few recipes myself, so group baking would be fun!”
{(if: $mammon is >= 2)}[All the happiness immediately drains out of Mammon’s face at this, and something haunts his eyes when he turns to look at Solomon. “Uh…on the other hand, $name and I gotta go! Bye!”
“Wha- huh??” you protest, confused, as Mammon tries to drag you out the door. “We didn’t even start yet!”
“Solomon’s gonna make us taste his food!” he whispers to you urgently. “I don’t wanna die today, thanks!”
A laugh bubbles out of you at this. “Is his cooking really that bad?”
“//Worse//!”
Simeon, bless him, seems to realize what you and Mammon are whispering about and shares the same concerns because his smile becomes a little strained as he turns to regard Solomon.
“Solomon, actually, I just realized that I also needed some ground cinnamon! Silly me, I totally forgot…would you mind getting some? I promise we’ll all bake together some other time!”
“Oh. Is that so?” Solomon looks a little confused, but he shrugs. “All right then. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?” With a playful smile, he leaves once again, galaxy cape fluttering behind him.
“Phew.” Mammon breathes out a visible sigh of relief, letting go of your sleeve, and Simeon chuckles in amusement.]
{(else:)}[
All the happiness immediately drains out of Mammon’s face at this, and something haunts his eyes when he turns to look at Solomon. “Uh…on the other hand, I gotta go! Bye!”
“Wha- huh??” you protest, confused, as Mammon tries to run out the door. “We didn’t even start yet!”
“Solomon’s gonna make us taste his food!” he whispers to you urgently. “I don’t wanna die today, thanks!”
A laugh bubbles out of you at this. “Is his cooking really that bad?”
“//Worse//!”
Simeon, bless him, seems to realize what you and Mammon are whispering about and shares the same concerns because his smile becomes a little strained as he turns to regard Solomon.
“Solomon, actually, I just realized that I also needed some ground cinnamon! Silly me, I totally forgot…would you mind getting some? I promise we’ll all bake together some other time!”
“Oh. Is that so?” Solomon looks a little confused, but he shrugs. “All right then. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?” With a playful smile, he leaves once again, galaxy cape fluttering behind him.
“Phew.” Mammon breathes out a visible sigh of relief, dropping his hand from the doorknob, and Simeon chuckles in amusement.]
“Well then, shall we get started?”
“Do I have to?” Luke complains. “I don’t want a demon messing up my baking!”
“Oh come on, I didn’t even do anythin’ yet!” Mammon argues. “Like Simeon said, I’m not gonna bite ya, alright?!”
“Don’t worry, Luke,” Simeon reassures, and Luke sighs, realizing he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.
“Fine. Let’s make Angel Food Cake, then.”
“Good idea,” Simeon smiles. “What are the ingredients?”
After gathering all the necessary materials and equipment, you, Simeon, Luke, and Mammon crowd around the counter as Luke pulls out his recipe book.
“Damn, I’m not a foodie like Beel but that sure looks delicious,” Mammon comments.
"It is. Now come on, let's get to work," Luke orders.
With everyone working together (even Mammon, surprise surprise), the cake goes into the oven in no time, and you decide to mold the fondue into little shapes for decoration.
"Omg, they're so cute!" Luke squeals.
“You’re pretty cute too when you’re not runnin’ your mouth, yanno,” Mammon chuckles, a strange fondness in his voice as he ruffles Luke’s blonde hair. “You should smile more often.”
“H-hey!” Luke immediately frowns, pink dusting his cheeks. “I’m not a little kid!”
“Yeah yeah,” the demon shrugs, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. “Anyway, is it ready yet?”
“Mammon, we literally JUST put it into the oven,” you deadpan.
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s going to take a while to cook,” Simeon chuckles, leaning against the counter.
“Can’t we just make the oven hotter?” Mammon argues. “Like, if we set it to a few hundred degrees then the cake should cook faster, right??”
“That’s…not how it works,” you facepalm, but an amused smile still makes its way onto your face.
“How about we play a game to pass the time?” Simeon suggests, and Mammon immediately brightens.
“Yeah! Let’s play cards!”
“Hell yes!” you agree, and everyone follows Simeon into the living room, where he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a pack of Uno cards.
“I love Uno!” Luke cheers, looking happier, and you all sit in a circle on the plush carpet. Simeon deals the cards after explaining the game to everyone, and so it begins.
It’s…competitive, to say the least. Pretty soon, you and Mammon are yelling insults at each other and trying to win, {(if: $mammon is >= 2)[though your words are less biting than usual. ]}Luke is banging his fists on the table because he has to pick up 24 cards, and Simeon is simply watching everything unfold with an incredibly amused look on his face - who needs reality TV when it’s right in front of him?
You’re so into the game that you don’t even look up when the door opens and Solomon comes striding through with Asmo behind him.
“My my, you all seem to be having fun~” the Avatar of Lust singsongs, and Mammon’s head snaps up.
“Asmo? The hell are YOU doin’ here?”
“Aww, is that really a way to greet your brother?” Asmo pouts.
“He found me at the store and wouldn’t leave me alone,” Solomon sighs, ignoring the demon.
"What? I couldn't just miss a chance to spend time with my favorite human! Anyway, Mammon, we actually have to go home. Lucifer’s all worked up trying to figure out where you two are,” Asmo replies.
“...Crap,” you and Mammon say at the same time, looking at each other with panicked expressions.
“That’s a shame,” Simeon says. “Perhaps you could bring him some cake to calm him down? It should be done by now.”
“Yeah, lemme check!” Luke leaps up and goes into the kitchen, where the sweet fragrance of Angel’s Food Cake drifts out as soon as he opens the oven. “It’s ready!” he calls.
“Wonderful. I’ll pack some for you two,” Simeon says, standing up. By the time he comes back with two boxes, you and Mammon have stuffed the Uno cards back into the drawer.
“Well then, thanks for the help and all the fun too!” you say, taking the boxes from Simeon.
“Of course. It was a pleasure to spend time with you two,” Simeon smiles. "Come back soon, okay?"
“And next time, bring me with you!” Asmo declares, putting his hands on his hips.
“Please don’t,” Solomon deadpans at this, and you laugh.
“Alright then, see ya guys!”
With a wave, you, Mammon, and Asmo set off for the House of Lamentation.
You’re definitely going to get yelled at by Lucifer, but hey. It was worth it.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Return home and go to bed -> 23.1]]The next day, you're catching up on all the schoolwork you missed because of yesterday's excursion when your D.D.D. pings.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Mammon'']]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: hey $name, can i see ur math hw?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: yanno, the one with the algebra and equations and stuff]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''...'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: pls, u gotta help me!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: if i dont turn it in tmrw, the teachers gonna fail me and make me repeat a year!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''srsly?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: yea so dont go anywhere!! im coming over to copy it ok?]
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Mammon barges in through your door, and you look up with an annoyed expression.
“If you’re here to copy my homework, don’t even think about it.”
“Whaaaat?! C’mon, man!” Mammon pleads. “I don’t wanna repeat another year!”
“Not my problem,” you say, going back to your book{(if: $satan is >= 2)[ - the one Satan recommended to you the other day]}. “It’s your fault for never doing your work on time or listening in class.”
Mammon looks offended as hell, crossing his arms and stomping over to the human. “I’ve been helpin’ ya so much these day; least you can do is pay me back! I ain’t even askin’ for money!”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Just let him copy the homework, letting him off with a warning. It's the least you can do in return for his help. -> 24.11 (copy)]]
[[Refuse and tell him to do it himself, but bait him with a reward. -> 24.12 (no help)]]
[[Refuse, but offer to tutor him so he doesn't bother you again. -> 24.13 (tutor)]]You sigh, reluctantly putting down your book. Mammon DOES have a point, and you’d feel terrible to stay indebted to the demon. “Fine.”
Mammon’s ocean blue eyes light up, but before he can gush thanks, you hold up a finger. “On one condition. I'll let you copy my answers //this// time, but I don't want to hear you ask me again, alright? Just listen in class for once, jeez."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now show me the work!" You hand your papers over to him after fishing them out from your bag, and he eagerly scribbles onto his own before handing them back.
For a second he just stands there and shuffles around a bit, looking down at his feet. "Hey, uh...thanks. Yeah."
You look up and smile at his sudden seriousness. "You're welcome. Don't fail class."
{(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon >= 3)[[[Go to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 1]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.11 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.12 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.13 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.14 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}"Nope," you say, not looking up from your book. "Do it yourself. If I let you copy once, you're just going to keep coming back again."
"Come //on//, man!" Mammon complains, pouting, and you feel a little bad.
Not bad enough to let him copy your hard work, though.
"Fine, how about this? If you do your work, I'll give you a reward."
The Avatar of Greed immediately perks up, the gold in his eyes flashing. "A reward? What reward?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something. Just do the work," you say, shooing him away, and he rushes out the door to finish his assignment.
When he comes back around an hour later, Mammon proudly shows off his completed homework assignment, and you give him a big smile.
"Good job! I'm kind of surprised that you actually did it, not gonna lie."
"HEY! What's that s'posed to mean?!" he protests, but the slight redness in his cheeks gives away his happiness at your praise, backhanded as it was.
"Nothing, nothing. Now, I promised you a reward, right?" you mention, and he brightens.
"Right, yeah, yes, money?" he asks hopefully, then deflates when you shake your head.
"I'm not rich enough to give you money just because you finished your work, Mammon," you chuckle. "I bought this new game recently, though, so we could play it together?"
He pauses for a moment as if comptemplating his actions, then shrugs. "Alright fine, why not. A reward is a reward."
“You said you liked action games the other day, right?” When Mammon nods vigorously, you smile and drag your mini gaming console to your bed, motioning for him to join you. “You’ll love this one.”
Indeed he does, and the two of you spend the rest of the night gaming competitively, probably disrupting the rest of the brothers with all your yelling and laughing, but hey. At feels it like the animosity between you and your caretaker has at least gone down a notch, given you helped him out. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon >= 3)[[[Go to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 1]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.11 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.12 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.13 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.14 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}You sigh, reluctantly putting down your book. Mammon DOES have a point, and you’d feel terrible to stay indebted to the demon. “Fine.”
Mammon’s ocean blue eyes light up, but before he can gush thanks, you hold up a finger. “On one condition. I’m not letting you copy my answers, but I’ll tutor you so you can do the work yourself.”
The Avatar of Greed’s expression turns confused, and he seems at a loss for words. “Why?”
“Because if you copy my work, not only are you taking credit for my hard work which is already annoying, you also aren’t learning anything yourself. Then you’ll just come back for the next assignment and ask to copy that too because you still don’t know how to do it. Instead of that, I can just nip the problem in the bud by teaching you now.” You lean back in your chair, raising your eyebrows at Mammon. “Don’t do the assignment and fail or let me tutor you. Your call.”
Mammon grimaces, running a hand through his fluffy white hair. “Fine…lemme get my book.”
“Good,” you smile. When Mammon returns, you pull up another chair so you can both sit comfortably at your desk, placing the assignment in front of him. “What are you having trouble with?”
“This,” he mumbles, jabbing a finger at one of the problems.
“Okay, what's so difficult about it?"
"Hey, don't go makin' fun of me for not knowin' that stupid question!" Mammon defends. "Ya sound an awful lot like Satan right now."
"Huh? I'm not making fun of you, Mammon," you say, confused as to what gave him that idea. "I'm just asking what’s difficult so I can help explain it in a way that you can understand.”
“Oh.” Is it just you, or does he look almost…//vulnerable// right now?
Huh. It must be your imagination.
“Just…I don’t get how the hell I’m s’posed to get this stupid square root off of the x and solve,” Mammon says begrudgingly.
“Well, let’s say you’re subtracting a number from x,” you begin, sounding oddly patient compared to your usual short tempered self. “How would you get it off?”
“By addin’ it to both sides, obviously,” he answers. “What’s that gotta do with the square root?”
“Be patient; I’m getting there. So basically, you use the opposite of subtraction to get rid of the number, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, it’s the same strategy for every possible thing surrounding x. If it’s adding, you subtract. If it’s multiplying, you divide, and vice versa. Does that make sense?”
Mammon nods, brows furrowed, and you go on. “So, what’s the opposite of taking a square root of something?”
“...Squarin’ it?” he guesses, and you smile.
“Yeah! Don’t look so doubtful; that’s right. So to get rid of the square root, just square both sides of the question and boom, it’s gone. Just remember that you have to get the square root alone.”
Scribbling away on his paper, Mammon manages to solve the problem and shows it to you, and you nod appreciatively.
“That’s correct! Good job.”
Mammon looks surprised at the praise, a blush darkening his cheeks, but his face lights up all the same. “I did it!”
“Yep. See, it’s not that hard. What else were you having trouble with?”
Working like this, Mammon points out what confuses him, and you calmly explain it as thoroughly as possible to make sure he understands. Surprisingly, he listens intently, and contrary to how dumb the brothers make him out to be, he’s a quick learner.
Soon, the entire worksheet is done, and by Mammon’s work alone - you refuse to solve anything for him, even when he pouts and pleads after struggling with a calculation. It’s annoying as hell for the demon, but even he has to begrudgingly admit that the teaching tactic is effective because he now knows how to do every type of problem in the subject. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
“Done!” you cheer. “You did good today. Thanks for actually listening to my rambling.”
“It was nothin’,” Mammon replies, looking everywhere but at you. “Um…hey, thanks. For…takin’ the time to, yanno, help me. Yeah.”
“No problem. If you need help again, just tell me, okay?”
“...’Kay. Not that the Great Mammon will need more help, mind you!”
“Uh huh, sure.”
You both just stand like that awkwardly for a second, not used to being this nice to each other, before Mammon shuffles around. “Uh…yeah, I’ll just get goin’ now-”
“Wait.” He stops in his tracks, looking questioningly back at you, and this time you're the one who turns pink. “Wanna just chill for a bit? I bought this new game recently, and you deserve something nice after putting in all that hard work, so…”
The gold in Mammon’s eyes flashes as his features contort into surprise, then happiness. “A reward?”
“You could call it that,” you say sheepishly. “You said you liked action games the other day, right?” When Mammon nods vigorously, you smile and drag your mini gaming console to your bed, motioning for him to join you. “You’ll love this one.”
Indeed he does, and the two of you spend the rest of the night gaming competitively, probably disrupting the rest of the brothers with all your yelling and laughing, but hey. It’s a nice prize for a job well done, and it feels like the animosity between you and your caretaker has at least gone down a notch. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon >= 3)[[[Go to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 1]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.11 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.12 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.13 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.14 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}//''Special scene'' - (text-colour:#ddc551)[Congratulations on reaching intimacy level $mammon with Mammon!]//
//Two days later//
Waking up at 5am to be Mammon's alarm clock is just about the craziest, most painful thing you have ever done, but you suppose it’s the least you can do to thank him for helping you out with the whole attic-and-Levi business. {(if: $mammon is >= 4)[Aaand because you’re almost like friends now. Kind of. Maybe.]}
“Come on you idiot, get up,” you grumble, shaking Mammon while still half asleep yourself.
“5 more minutes…” he mumbles, and you huff.
“What was the point of calling me at god-knows-what hour last night just to make sure I wake you up today to make breakfast, huh?”
Mammon’s only response is a snore, and you sigh. Looks like it’s time for more drastic measures.
You take Mammon’s covers and fling them away, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and literally dragging him off the bed.
“Ow ow ow hey!” he yelps, flailing around, but you don't relent.
“Ready to get up now?”
“Ugh, fine!” You let go of Mammon, who sags onto the floor. “Man, did ya really hafta go ‘n…”
“Why were you even up so late if you had to get up this morning?”
“Well, I found some business opportunities to get some real mad cheddar…” The gold in Mammon’s eyes shines brighter, overtaking the blue as he thinks back on it.
“Business opportunities?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“A few casinos here and there, yanno…”
“Sooo…you snuck out late even though you weren’t supposed to and then would’ve shirked your duties this morning too if not for me,” you deadpan.
This summary wakes up Mammon completely, because he scrambles up frantically and puts his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t tell Lucifer!”
You sigh, annoyed. “Fine, but only if you actually make breakfast. I’m going back to sleep.” Removing his hands, you start walking towards the door.
“Wha- you aren’t gonna help me??” Mammon yelps, sounding offended, and you turn around.
“...Why would I? It’s your job, not mine.”
“Cmon, you’re awake already, right? Ya might as well…” You throw a disgruntled look at Mammon, crossing your arms.
“I’ve helped ya so many times!” he adds.
“Yeah, because that’s what you’re //supposed// to be doing??” you counter, bracing yourself for another one of your arguments, but then Mammon whips out a wild card and gives you //puppy eyes//.
//What//.
“Pleeeeeaaaassseee…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reluctantly agree to help him despite being sleep deprived as hell. ->Special Scene Mammon 1.1 (cook)]]
[[Go back to bed. He should learn to be more responsible. ->Special Scene Mammon 1.2 (sleep)]]“Oh my god, fine. Go brush your teeth,” you sigh, and Mammon beams.
“THAT’S more like it!” {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
Strangely enough, the Avatar of Greed seems to know his way around the kitchen. You watch him pull out ingredients with ease, surprised. Given how…//volatile// Mammon is, you honestly expected him to burn down the place after overboiling water or something.
“Oi, $name! Ya gonna just stand there or actually help me out?!”
“Yeah yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes. “What are you even making?”
“Some ghoul waffles,” Mammon answers.
“Ghoul…waffles?”
“Yeah. Kinda like your human world waffles but they got a special ingredient - ghost wisps.”
“What the…that’s weird but kinda cool,” you comment, walking over to look over Mammon’s shoulder as he takes out a strange vial of what looks like fog.
“Ain’t seen nothin’ like it up in your world, huh? It’s good though, like eatin’ clouds,” he grins.
“Wow.” You head over and rummage around in cabinets until you find flour, then bring it towards Mammon to help out. There’s a weird, uneven floorboard, however, that you don’t see, and you stumble. Luckily no one’s hurt, but…there’s a huge white powdery spot on Mammon’s black shirt now. Oops.
“Oi!” the demon protests, grabbing a fistful of the flour inside the bag in your hands and throwing it at the your t-shirt. “There, now we’re even.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Roll your eyes and clean up. Lucifer's going to be pissed if you dirty the kitchen. ->Special Scene Mammon 1.21 (responsible)]]
[[Throw flour back at Mammon in revenge. ->Special Scene Mammon 1.22 (war)]]"I'm tired, Mammon," you sigh, and he pouts.
"Fine fine, whatever."
"I can make it up to you another time, though?" you offer, and he brightens a little.
"Ya better hold yourself to that!"
With a little smile, you reach out and entwine your pinkie finger with Mammon's for a second before letting his hand drop.
"Promise."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[[[Go back to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 2]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.11 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.12 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.13 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.14 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}You roll your eyes, swiping at your shirt to dust the flour off. "Really, Mammon? I didn't know you were this petty," you grin teasingly.
"Hey, I am NOT!" he huffs, crossing his arms. He looks so much like a pouty child that you can't help but let a little amused smile spread across your face as stoop down and start cleaning the flour off the ground.
"A little help here?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at the demon who's just standing there for some reason.
He groans, "Fiiine..." You both work together to have the kitchen pristine again in no time, going back to making ghoul waffles again.
Only, Mammon trips over that same floorboard again and spills cinnamon everywhere this time.
"Mammonnnn!" you laugh, facepalming. The poor kitchen is not ready for you klutzes.
[[Finish making breakfast->Special Scene Mammon 1.3]]“Oh? Starting a war now, are we?” you raise your eyebrows challengingly.
“Ha, you bet!”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea…but when you’re half asleep at like 5:30 in the morning, the part of your brain that makes rational decisions isn’t functioning well.
And so, that’s how you and Mammon end up on the kitchen floor, covered in flour, eggs (his fault), and cinnamon (your fault). You’re both laughing your heads off, though, definitely awake now, even though breakfast is nowhere near ready. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
“...What in the world?” a voice asks, and your heads snap up to see a very confused Satan staring at the mess in front of him.
“...Uh,” you let out, looking at Mammon with wide eyes. “We can explain…?”
“Save it,” Satan sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t want to know.”
Mammon leaps up from the floor{(if: $mammon is >= 4)[, yanking you to your feet as well]}. “Wait wait, don’t tell Lucifer!” (Seems he says that a lot, apparently.)
Satan pauses for a moment, considering his options, before crossing his arms. “Fine, but you owe me one.”
“Thank you thank you,” you breathe, clasping your hands together.
“It’s nothing.”
“Alright, where do we even start with cleaning this,” you groan, looking at the mess after Satan leaves.
“I dunno, but Lucifer’s gonna have my head if breakfast ain’t ready when he comes down, so we should cook first.”
“Alright, if you say so…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Cook breakfast. ->Special Scene Mammon 1.3]]“Mammon. What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time? And you dragged $name into it, too?” Lucifer says disapprovingly at the dining table, looking up and down the two of you who are currently covered in cooking ingredients. You were able to clean the kitchen before he came down, but didn't have enough time to go wash off the stuff that stuck to your clothes and skin.
“...Makin’ breakfast?”
“This must be a new fashion look,” Beel comments from his seat. “I like it.”
“Sure,” Asmo says, giggling and snapping a quick pic.
“OI, I saw that! Delete it!” Mammon protests, but Lucifer puts a hand out to stop him before he can grab Asmo’s phone.
“Both of you, go shower immediately. I expect you to be on cleaning duty for the next week as punishment for the mess you’ve made.”
…Dammit.
Before you can go back upstairs to your rooms, however, the doorbell sounds. You open it, with Mammon following, and your eyes blow wide at the sight of Solomon standing on the other side.
"Hey! We didn't get to cook together the other day, so I brought some food that I made instead!" Solomon greets. "Except also, what the fuck. Are you two making a fashion statement or something?"
"Why does everyone keep askin' that?" Mammon grumbles.
“It was a, uh…happy accident?” you explain. “Haha…”
Solomon laughs, amused. "I swear, there is never a dull moment in the House of Lamentation. It's hilarious."
"Are ya just here to make fun of us?" Mammon deadpans, crossing his arms.
"No, no, believe me, that was a compliment." Solomon grins toothily. "Anyway, I'd better get going. Have fun~!" With a wave, he leaves after shoving the box of "food" into your arms.
“Was that Solomon?” Asmo calls from the dining room.
"Yeah," you answer, walking back to the table. "He brought food." Asmo's happy expression immediately morphs into one of fear.
"...Ah."
"I don't wanna die today..." Beel mumbles, looking at the box of Solomon's cooking as if it's a toxic poison.
The sorcerer was right, really. Nothing's ever boring with these overdramatic idiots. Poor Solomon.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[[[Go clean both yourself and the House of Lamentation ->Special Scene Mammon 2]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.11 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.12 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.13 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.14 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}//''Special scene'' - (text-colour:#ddc551)[Congratulations on reaching intimacy level $mammon with Mammon!]//
“I can’t believe Lucifer actually made us do that,” Mammon complains that night, flopping onto your bed after the two of you spend hours scrubbing bathroom floors. “I even TOLD him that we gotta review for Levi’s nerd showdown so ya don’t die, but he didn’t give a shit!”
“Seriously, it sucked," you sigh, actually agreeing with the demon for once. "But still, why are you here?"
"I haven't got anythin' better to do," Mammon says, his words muffled because he has an arm flung over his face.
"So you decided to come bother me again even though I had to practically babysit you all of today?" you comment, but your words don't have the usual bite to them due to the amused glimmer in your eyes.
"Shaddap," he retorts, a half smile making its way onto his face.
"You could just say I'm fun to hang out with, yanno," you grin, leaning back in your desk chair. It seems you're growing on Mammon...heh. He won't admit it, but it's obvious.
"Yeah right," Mammon scoffs. "Tell yourself that all ya want."
“Sure. Anyway, wanna watch a movie or something?” you offer, getting up and stretching. “We never did have that House of Lamentation movie night, huh.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about it.” Mammon yawns, rubbing his eyes. “Man, I’m tired as hell.”
“Then go to your room and sleep, idiot,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“But it’s so faaar…” he whines dramatically. “I’ll probably collapse on my way. C’mon $name, lemme sleep over.”
“Really? You can’t even walk five steps to your room?” you laugh, shaking your head. “Fine, do whatever, but I’m not giving up my bed.”
“Good. Turn on an action movie then,” Mammon gestures, scooting over to make room for you. You oblige, pulling up some random movie on DevilTube and settling down next to him. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.]//
“This is giving me flashbacks to our TSL marathon,” you chuckle.
“Ugh yeah, that was hell,” Mammon groans, running a hand through his fluffy white hair. “I’m never doin’ it again.”
“Let’s hope it pays off, then…and that I win tomorrow’s TSL competition against Levi.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)
(if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.11 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.12 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.13 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.14 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}You've reached the end of the current version of Obey Me! The Rewrite.
Thank you for reading! More chapters will be out soon :)
Next up is a mini epilogue to ''Chapter 3: Envy'', which will be released soon.
Follow @obeymeRewrite on Twitter for updates, and feel free to submit any bugs or typos there as well! All help is greatly appreciated.When you arrive in your room, you immediately kick off your shoes and plop onto your bed, shooting Satan a quick text.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''$satanName'']]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thanks for the tour! looking forward to pt 2 haha'')]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Same here. Good night, $name.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''good night!'']
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to sleep. ->10.1]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Chapter Three: Envy'']]
//Knock knock.//
“Go away,” Levi’s voice calls out from the other side of his locked door as soon as you knock.
“Levi, it’s $name. Can I come in?” you ask.
“No.” You press your lips into a thin line, debating what to do, when a familiar voice interrupts your thoughts.
“Hello there, $name. Fancy seeing you again so soon.” Solomon walks up behind you, wearing a smile.
“Oh, hey Solomon. What are //you// doing here?” you ask.
“Levi invited me to his room.”
:...Really?" you ask. "Why?"
“We're going to discuss the latest TSL book that just came out,” Solomon says, knocking on the door. “Levi, it’s me.”
“What’s the secret phrase?” the Avatar of Envy calls.
“The second lord…” Solomon begins.
“...attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption’s platypus, which could lay golden eggs…” Levi continues.
“....having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed…”
“...it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools. Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter.”
“Well, guess I’ll see you later,” Solomon smiles, looking rather smug. “Bye.” With that, he steps into Levi’s room.
At first you just stand there, confused as fuck, before realizing that Solomon essentially just revealed the secret phrase to you...and that Levi should let you in if you just repeat it.
You knock on the door again, and Levi’s voice carries out.
“What’s the secret phrase?”
“The second lord…” you begin.
“//Bzzt//! Secret phrase authentication failure. Access denied.”
“Huh?!” you let out. "But that's exactly what Solomon said!"
“The secret phrase is periodically reset” comes Levi’s answer.
“It's a one-time password?!" You sigh after a moment, grumbling under your breath. "I //knew// it was too easy to work."
“Maybe you should come back after you’ve at least watched TSL on DVD,” Levi says disapprovingly from the other side of the door.
Sigh.
At least you know what the next course of action is.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to your room. -> 17.12]]Later that night, you flop back onto a beanbag chair in your room after putting the first of the TSL DVDs into the TV. Lucifer had let you order furniture and other knick knacks the other day, so now it’s decorated with a few {(if: $gamer is true)[gaming]} posters, laptop desk, paintings, and a canopy bed. One corner, the one where you are sitting right now, is for comfort and is littered with games, pillows, and beanbag chairs. The once sterile, empty room now feels a little more like home.
“So what are we watching?" Beel asks from his spot next to you. He'd found you in the kitchen as you were making popcorn and come up to keep you company while you binged the TSL series.
He's probably just here for the free food, but you can't say you mind the company. {(set: $beel to it +1)}//(text-colour:#f36325)[(Your intimacy level with Beel has increased to $beel.)]//
"The Tale of The Seven Lords," you reply, queing it up on your DVD player.
"Oh. That's the show that Levi watches, right?"
"Mhm. Now shh, it's starting."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 1 -> DVD 1.2]]//Though they represent two different species, the protagonist Henry and the Lord of Shadows bridge such differences to form a pact. Working together, they set a trap for the Lord of Fools, who falls victim to it.
The Lord of Fools is then driven off, chased up into the snowy northern country. It’s there in the cold, barren wasteland that he discovers the frozen body of his former sweetheart, Geldie. He once loved her, before they parted…//
"So she dies right after they reunite?! That's...grim," you muster.
"Yeah," Beel says sympathetically.
You can't help but think, though, that whole story with Geldie seems awfully similar to how you and Levi got Mammon’s credit card…
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 4 -> DVD 4.2]]//The Lord of Flies faces a crisis after his country is invaded by hostile forces from another land. The opposing army isolates them, cutting off supply lines so they will starve. Hoping to aid his brother, the Lord of Fools arranges for food supplies to be smuggled in.
However, a long spell of wet, rainy weather causes all of the food he has sent to spoil. As a result, the Lord of Flies’s land is beset by an outbreak of disease, on top of the famine they already face…//
"Oh no..." Beel mumbles. "No food? Those poor people..."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL DVD 7 -> DVD 7.2]]//In the year 825 of the ancient era, the Lord of Emptiness leads a sudden rebellion against his eldest brother, the Lord of Corruption. Unwilling to forgive this betrayal, the Lord of Corruption imprisons him within the Tower of Shadow in the farthest corner of the world.
The other lords lament the fate that has befallen their youngest brother, but there is nothing they can do, for the fear of incurring the Lord of Corruption’s wrath is above all else…//
“Damn...what's wrong with them?" you say, perplexed. "The Lord of Emptiness was wrong, but they shouldn't just forget about their brother like that..."
You expect Beel to agree, but he stays completely silent, violet eyes transfixed on the screen.
Not even the sounds of crunching can be heard for the rest of the DVD.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Finish watching TSL. -> 18.12]]“What happened to the food that the Lord of Fools sent the Lord of Flies?” Beel asks the next morning as you wait for class to start. After you had explained the reason why you were watching TSL, he offered to help you study in return for the popcorn you provided him.
“It ended up getting spoiled and caused disease,” you answer.
"Right. Good, you've been getting all the questions right so far," Beel says, giving you an appraising nod.
"I hopefully know enough about TSL now for Levi to be happy," you say, crossing your fingers.
“Yeah. Let’s hope you can convince him that you know your stuff at this point.
“Hey, human,” a familiar voice says, and you turn to see Levi striding down the hall with a disapproving expression on his face.
“Speak of the devil,” you say under your breath.
“I heard what you’re up to,” Levi says, looking down at you and crossing his arms. “Seems that you’re trying to suck up to me so I’ll like you.”
“Excuse me?” you exclaim. Levi really woke up today and chose violence, huh? “Suck up to you? YOU were the one who said I should watch the TSL DVDs, so I did! I’m not sucking up to anyone! And my name is $name, not human!”
“Hey.” Beel shoots you a look, leaning down to whisper lowly, “You're brave, but making him angry probably isn't a good idea."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ignore Beel and go off at Levi because he's being a jerk and deserves to be put in his place. -> 19.13 (mad)]]
[[Force yourself to calm down and try to reason with Levi. -> 19.14 (friends)]]{(set: $badlevi to true)(set: $withbeel to true)}“Whatever,” Levi scoffs. “I don’t know what it is you’re plotting, but I’m not about to get all buddy-buddy with some human normie. Understand?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself not to explode right then and there at the stupid demon’s words.
“Okay first off, ouch. I thought maybe after the whole scheme of getting Mammon to pay you back made you hate me less, but guess I was wrong. And second, why don’t you call //Solomon// a human normie? Like seriously, I never even did anything to you, so why the hell are you so rude?”
Levi looks positively offended. “Are you kidding? You know nothing about TSL!” You just stare at the demon for a second, incredulous.
“You base your entire perception of a person on //whether or not they know anything about your favorite TV show//?!”
Beel grimaces, looking at you and Levi with a disappointed expression. You feel guilty for doing exactly what he hold you //not// to do, but your anger overpowers all other emotions.
“You know what? Levi, I challenge you to a TSL competition for who knows more about the series,” you announce on a spur-of-the-moment decision. The two brothers immediately swivel their heads to look wide-eyed at you until Levi barks out a laugh.
“Ahaha! Do you seriously think you could beat me in a competition involving TSL?? LMAO! As if I’d actually accept that challenge like that. I mean, I already know what the outcome would be.”
“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow. “Afraid of losing?” Beel looks at you, mouthing //$name, are you okay?//, but you just shake your head subtly.
“Excuse me? Where are you even getting the idea that I might lose to you?! I’m the biggest fan of TSL there is!”
“I knew it. You ARE afraid of losing,” you taunt, and Levi’s face grows redder and redder by the second.
“Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?! Fine, fine, FINE! I’ll do it! We’ll compete to see which one of us loves TSL more, you or me. Just one thing, though. If you lose, you might ''never make it back to the human world alive''.”
“...Deal.”
Are you making a stupid decision? Probably? Will you regret it? Most likely. But are you going to do it anyway? Yes.
You need to find out what's in that attic, and you'll need Levi's record to do it.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Face the consequences for your actions. -> 20.12]]{(set: $badlevi to false)(set: $withbeel to true)}Your glare stays in place, but you let out a breath. Beel's right; fighting with Levi will get you nowhere.
"Look," you begin, leveling your gaze at Levi. "I think {(if: $gamer is true)[we have a lot in common,](else:)[you're a really interesting demon,]} and it would be nice to have you as a friend. I know you've got this whole 'no humans or normies' thing going on, but I binged TSL just for you, so can't you just give me a chance?"
Levi just stares at you for a second, processing what you said, while a blush slowly creeps up his cheeks.
"...What? If this is a joke, it isn't funny!" he argues weakly, as if in disbelief.
"It's not," you say, holding your breath and hoping he listens. "I really would like to get to know you, if that's fine. Henry and the Lord of Shadow were able to look past their different races and form a bond, so why can't we?"
"Henry and the Lord of Shadow...a human and demon..." Levi mumbles, looking torn. "But you're a normie..."
You cross your arms and wait for him to decide, anxiously tapping your foot.
"...Fine," Levi says eventually, and your head snaps towards him in in surprise. He agreed?! "...But on one condition. You have to be in a TSL competition with me."
"Huh?!" Where'd //that// come from?!
"I want to test your knowledge to make sure that you're actually dedicated," Levi says simply, seemingly making up his mind. "If you win, we can be friends."
"...Really?" your eyes grow wide as saucers, though doubt still lingers. Can you even win a competition centered around his favorite show? You don't know //nearly// as much as Levi does.
"Yeah. Don't disappoint me, normie," he says, then turns and walks away.
Beel watches his brother go, eyebrows raised in surprise, then turns and looks at you. "You actually got him to agree...I'm impressed."
"Thank you," you say sheepishly, and the two of you begin walking towards class when you realize the bell is about to ring. "I don't even know if I can beat him in a competition about his favorite series, though."
“Well, I can let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit," Beel says as you sit down at your desk.
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “I want him to have a friend.” You look at him with a renewed gaze, surprised at his concern, but a melodious voice interrupts the two of you before you can respond.
“Hello $name, Beel." Satan walks up to you. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
"How did you hear about that?" you ask, surprised.
"Levi is almost as much of a loudmouth as Mammon is," he replies, shaking his head. "Anyway, I'm here to give you a piece of advice. The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
"Simeon? Why would //he// know what happens?" you ask, confused.
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true." Satan pauses for a moment, then smiles indulgently and lowers his voice like he's letting you in on a secret. "$name. This is all for the vinyl record, isn't it? I'm assuming he didn't simply hand it over to you?"
"Yep." Spot on, as usual. "I had to rope him in some other way."
"I'd assumed as such, hence my advice. Do use it well."
"Will do; thank you," you say gratefully. Having a demon as smart as Satan on your side is proving to be quite useful.
"Be confident and win that competition, alright? I want to see the look on Lucifer's face when you meddle in his scheme. Heh." With that, he leaves, and Beel looks at you, brows furrowed.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing," you say, "just, uh...a project, of sorts, that Satan and I are doing."
"Oh, ok." He looks unconvinced, but lets it go. "You should visit Simeon later today, then, like Satan said. There's no way you'll be able to beat Levi fair and square."
"Alright," you say, nodding. "...And hey, Beel? Thanks. I really appreciate that you helped me even though we don't know each other that well."
Beel merely nods, a small smile gracing his features for a fraction of a second. "It's no problem." {(set: $beel to it +1)}//(text-colour:#f36325)[(Your intimacy level with Beel has increased to $beel.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Purgatory Hall. ->21.14]]{(set: $badlevi to true)(set: $withmams to true)}“Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.”
“Shut up,” you shoot back, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…Leviathan challenged you to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I agreed.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.1]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.3/3/3Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“You know, I don’t even care about this whole competition thing, honestly,” Levi interjects, looking at you. “I mean, I already know how this is going to end. I’m only doing this because it gives me a chance to show off my encyclopedic knowledge of TSL to everyone!”
Before you can reply, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers.
“Oh come on. Anyone could’ve gotten that right,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “It’s, like, the literal basics of TSL.”
Asmo ignores him, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi gloats, stealing a smug glance at you.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
you
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says, annoyance flashing on his face. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“Whatever, they’re still so easy for me that I’m ready to fall asleep here. How long are we gonna keep this charade up? This is getting boring…”
Mammon jumps up from his seat in the audience, motioning to you. “Alright $name, it’s time to pull out the big guns! Let’s see how Levi here likes your trump card!”
Levi looks questioningly between the two of you. “What is he going on about now?”
“Levi, you’re way too full o’ yourself. That’s why we’re boutta reach inside ya, yank out that pride, and crush it like a bug!” Mammon declares.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“ROLFMAO! loooooooooool!” Levi laughs.
“Right, um, okay…I have no idea what you’re saying, but clearly you don’t see this as a threat…well! In any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine, ending with “That’s why I know more about TSL than you”. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
“Huh, so all that stuff Simeon told you was true then?” Mammon says, surprised.
“Oh? Did you doubt my credentials, Mammon?” Simeon asks, placing his chin on his hand and looking at the Avatar of Greed with an amused glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Uh…”
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Woah woah woah, calm down there, Levi!” Mammon exclaims from the audience, jumping back up.
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Mammon rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Mammon calls, gritting his teeth. “Dammit, I’m not gonna make it in time…!”
Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
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{(if: $mammon is >=4)[[[Leave the council room.->27.11 (sweet Mams)]]]
(else:)[[Leave the council room.->27.12]]}Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.“What were ya thinkin’?!” Mammon exclaims incredulously that afternoon, cornering you at your desk when classes are over for the day. Word must've gotten around about the competition, because he's completely worked up about it. “Why would ya challenge Levi like that?! You’re never gonna win in a nerd competition against the mega-nerdest of ‘em all!”
“There’s gotta be //some// way,” you say, picking up your books.
“Still! How the hell are ya gonna become more of an expert at him before this weekend?!”
“Hello $name, Mammon,” a melodious voice greets, interrupting the two of you, and Satan walks up to you with Beel trailing behind him. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
“Are you hoping to find out what’s in the attic? Is that it?” Beel asks.
“Wha- how’d you know??”
“That’s not important,” Beel says. “I’ll let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit.”
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “No reason. Just felt like it.” You look at him quizzically, and Satan appears thoughtful for a second before turning to you.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, too,” he states. “The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
“...Okay,” you reply, ridiculously confused about how these demons are suddenly being so nice to him. Sure, you and Satan are kind of like partners in crime now, but what does Beel gain from this? “Thanks. Why would Simeon know about what happens, though?”
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true." Satan pauses for a moment, then smiles indulgently and lowers his voice like he's letting you in on a secret. "$name. This is all for the vinyl record, isn't it? I'm assuming he didn't simply hand it over to you?"
"Yep." Spot on, as usual. "I had to rope him in some other way."
"I'd assumed as such, hence my advice. Do use it well."
"Will do; thank you," you say gratefully. Having a demon as smart as Satan on your side is proving to be quite useful.
"Be confident and win that competition, alright? I want to see the look on Lucifer's face when you meddle in his scheme. Heh." With that, he leaves, Beel following after bidding you good luck.
“...What the hell was //that//?” Mammon questions. He'd been silent this entire time but now turns to you with confusion written all over his face.
"Nothing..." you bluff, hoping he doesn't get suspicious of what you and Satan were whispering about. "I don't know why they would both help me."
“Beel and Satan BOTH givin’ ya hints…weird. But Beel was right - if you can make Levi jealous, he’s bound to lose his cool, though there’s no guarantee he won’t kill ya if that happens.”
You sigh. “Great. So either I lose to Levi in this stupid competition and have him laugh in my face about it, or win but at the cost of my life. I suppose you aren’t gonna protect me either, huh?”
“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna beat Levi fair and square at who’s the biggest TSL nerd. You’d better face up to the fact that this is gonna involve a little risk,” Mammon says.
“A //little// risk of my life, yeah,” you deadpan. “Whatever. It’s not like I haven’t almost died thanks to him before, and thanks to you for being a coward.”
“HEY! Who’re ya callin’ a coward?!” he protests, indignant, and you sigh again. It’s no use picking fights with him; this situation isn't his fault.
“Never mind. So, how am I gonna make him jealous?”
“Ugh…that’s hard to figure out. He may be called the Avatar of Envy, but it’s hard to make him give in to it. Instead of gettin’ super jealous of ya, he’ll get all negative about his own situation. He’ll start talkin’ about how it’s ‘not fair’ and you’re ‘lucky’ and stuff. You’re not gonna make him lose his cool just by doin’ a little braggin’...No, you’re gonna have to do somethin’ to make him REAL jealous. So jealous he nearly pops a blood vessel.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm…” Mammon looks deep in thought. “Maybe we outta ask someone else for help.”
You shrug, “Alright then. I'll go pay Purgatory Hall a visit again this evening.”
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[[Go to Purgatory Hall. -> 21.13]]Double-click this passage to edit it.“What were ya thinkin’?!” Mammon exclaims incredulously that afternoon, cornering you at your desk when classes are over for the day. “You’re never gonna win in a nerd competition against the mega-nerdest of ‘em all!”
“There’s gotta be //some// way,” you say, picking up your books. “If I beat Levi, I could make my reward be that he has to give me the vinyl record, and he’d have to do it no matter what.”
“Well…that’s true, I guess. But still! How the hell are ya gonna become more of an expert at him before this weekend?!”
“Hello $name, Mammon,” a melodious voice greets, interrupting the two of you, and Satan walks up to you, with Beel trailing behind him. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
“Are you hoping to find out what’s in the attic? Is that it?” Beel asks.
“Wha- how’d you know??”
“That’s not important,” Beel says. “I’ll let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit.”
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “No reason. Just felt like it.” You look at him quizzically, and Satan appears thoughtful for a second before turning to you.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, too,” he states. “The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
“...Okay,” you reply, ridiculously confused about how these demons are suddenly being so nice to him. Sure, Satan and Beel are the nicest by far of all the brothers, but they still aren’t exactly //amicable//. “Thanks. Why would Simeon know about what happens, though?”
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true. Well then, we’ll be on our way. Good luck,” the Avatar of Wrath smiles, then leaves alongside Beel.
“...What the hell was //that//?” you question out loud, turning to Mammon, who’s been silent this entire time.
“I dunno,” he answers, a strange look on his face. “Beel and Satan BOTH givin’ ya hints…weird. But Beel was right - if you can make Levi jealous, he’s bound to lose his cool, though there’s no guarantee he won’t kill ya if that happens.”
You sigh. “Great. So either I lose to Levi in this stupid competition and have him laugh in my face about it, or win but at the cost of my life. I suppose you aren’t gonna protect me either, huh?”
“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna beat Levi fair and square at who’s the biggest TSL nerd. You’d better face up to the fact that this is gonna involve a little risk,” Mammon says.
“A //little// risk of my life, yeah,” you deadpan. “Whatever. It’s not like I haven’t almost died thanks to him before, and thanks to you for being a coward.”
“HEY! Who’re ya callin’ a coward?!” he protests, indignant, and you sigh again. It’s no use picking fights with the only demon who’s helping you right now.
“Never mind. So, how are we gonna make him jealous?”
“Ugh…that’s hard to figure out. He may be called the Avatar of Envy, but it’s hard to make him give in to it. Instead of gettin’ super jealous of ya, he’ll get all negative about his own situation. He’ll start talkin’ about how it’s ‘not fair’ and you’re ‘lucky’ and stuff. You’re not gonna make him lose his cool just by doin’ a little braggin’...No, you’re gonna have to do somethin’ to make him REAL jealous. So jealous he nearly pops a blood vessel.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm…” Mammon looks deep in thought. “Maybe we oughta ask someone for help.”
You shrug, “Alright then. Come on, let’s go pay Purgatory Hall a visit again this evening.”
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[[Go to Purgatory Hall. -> 21.11]] “Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.” You'd planned on just going alone, but Mammon's curiosity had been piqued, so he insisted on coming with you. Either that or he just wanted an excuse not to do the pile of missing homework that Lucifer slapped onto his desk this morning.
“Shut up,” you shoot back, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…Leviathan challenged you to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I agreed.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
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[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.1]]What's your favorite game?
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[(set: $game1 to "Genshin Impact")]]
Type in 1-2 of your favorite characters from that game:
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<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $characters is 0)
[(set: $characters to "Ganyu and Zhongli")]]
Input another game you like:
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[(if: $game2 is 0)
[(set: $game2 to "Minecraft")]]
Input another game you like:
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[(if: $game3 is 0)
[(set: $game3 to "Epic 7")]]
Input another game you like:
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<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $game2 is 0)
[(set: $game2 to "Warframe")]]
Make sure to full out all the fields! (they will come in handy later)
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[[Next -> 3.21 (gamer)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Chapter Two: Greed'']]
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“Why did you look around like that when closing the door?” you ask once you're in Levi’s room. “Is it against the rules or something?”
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“Why do you THINK I did it?? Isn’t it obvious?! Imagine if someone saw me inviting you of all people into my room! A human who doesn’t even look like an otaku, but a normie! You know what people would say, right?!” Levi exclaims, offended, and you just sigh.
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"Do you think people are going to gossip or something?” At this question, Levi turns bright red and looks away.
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“Wha…of…of course not! That’s crazy!” he exclaims. “There’s room in my heart for only one person, and she’s animated! I’ll always stay faithful to my dear, sweet Ruri-chan!”
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You stare at him for a second, lips quirking up slightly. "Animated? Me too, then."
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“Hey! Stop making fun of me for-! Wait. What did you say?” Levi peeks back at you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
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“I said me too. My only loves are animated as well, because real people just aren't it ,” you shrug. Levi slowly lowers the hand that was previously covering his mouth, amber eyes round in surprise.
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“...Huh. I didn’t…I didn’t expect you to actually AGREE…” Now that he has finally stopped yelling about the situation, you take the time to survey Levi’s room.
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It has a beautiful ambience to it thanks to the floor-to-ceiling aquarium installed within the walls, multiple jellyfish and a little orange goldfish swimming inside. On the only wall not consisting of the aquarium, there’s a desk with a gaming computer and posters all over the wall. In fact, one one of them looks strangely like…
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“Hey, wait! Is that...$characters?!” you ask, moving closer to get a better look at the poster. “It is, isn’t it?!”
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“Huuuuuh?! Y-you…you know about $game?!” Levi looks like the ground beneath him has cracked.
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“Are you kidding?! I love that game!” you exclaim. “I’ve been addicted to it ever since I started playing!”
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Levi’s jaw drops to the floor. “I can’t believe…a normie like you…wha…” //(text-colour:#e99b54)[(Your intimacy level with Levi has increased to $levi.)]// Muttering something to himself, he shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. “Never mind. I guess you’re not THAT bad, but we have more important things to do!”
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“Right. Why’d you bring me here, anyway?”
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“Well, I don’t think there’s any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand that, so I’ll say it one more time: Mammon is a hopeless, worthless, scumbag,” Levi says with gritted teeth.
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“Damn,” you say, eyebrows shooting up. “What does that have to do with //me//, though?”
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“Well, I lent that scumbag money, and now I want him to pay me back. But being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite being the rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second-oldest. As the third-oldest, I don’t stand a chance against him,” the Avatar of Envy sighs.
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“That sucks,” you say, “but don't you think one instance of not paying money back isn’t really enough to warrant this much animosity between you two…?”
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“You think that’s the only thing I have against him? No way!” Levi exclaims. “Our history of being enemies all started way before this. Once upon a time, Mammon won a prize in a convenience store promotional campaign. If you bought something, they let you reach into a box and pull out a piece of paper that told you what you’d won. The prize that Mammon won was a Seraphina figurine, something I would’ve died to have. But, despite the fact that Mammon had no interest in it at all, he refused to give it to me.”
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“...Why?” you ask, baffled. “If he didn’t care, then what’s the point of keeping it?”
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“Exactly!” Levi says. “But no, he refused to give it to me just because I wanted it. That was the only reason - I wanted it, and he said no just to torment me.”
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“That’s…what the fuck? That’s awful!”
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“Right?!” Levi seems to be getting more and more agitated the more he speaks, the fact that you agree with him spurring the demon on. “So, I got to thinking…Mammon’s going to end up treating Seraphina like some random piece of junk. That much is a given. I can maybe handle it if he at least leaves her in her original packing, but what if he actually takes her out of the box? He might just do it! And if he does, he’ll get dust on her, won’t he?! I decided I had to save Seraphina, so I snuck into Mammon’s room. And what do you think I saw there?!”
<br>
“...What?” you ask apprehensively.
<br>
“He didn’t open the box…No, it’s way worse than that. He hadn’t even taken it out of the plastic convenience store bag, which he’d tossed on the floor of his room. THE FLOOR! He actually left SERAPHINA on the FLOOR! The Queen of High Elves herself! Sure, she seems cold and prideful at first, but when you get her alone, you find out that she really wants affection, she just doesn’t know how to admit it, and it’s soooo cute! Yet Mammon just threw her on the floor! And I don’t think he’d cleaned it in like three months because it was covered in junk. Old ramen cup containers, used tissues, candy wrappers…Stuff was strewn everywhere, and there she was, lying there amongst all that! On the FLOOR! Tossed aside like so much junk! How COULD he?!” Levi’s cheeks are red again by the time he finishes his story, amber eyes burning with a long-simmering fire.
<br>
“That’s horrible. Please tell me you stole Seraphina and got her out of that dump.”
<br>
“...I probably should have done that, yeah,” he admits with a downcast gaze. “But at that moment I was so mad that I just lost it and flew into a rage. I walked straight over to Mammon, who was lying on his bed, asleep. Then I raised my leg into the air and brought my heel down onto his stomach as hard as I could. But the next thing I knew, he wasn’t on the bed anymore. It all happened so fast because of his incredible speed, and the next thing I knew, he slammed me onto the floor. And the worst part was that he was STARK NAKED! As I started to lose consciousness, I remember thinking…why does he have to sleep in the nude? He could at least put on some underwear. I don’t remember anything else after that…”
<br>
“...Yikes,” you wince. “How the hell did he even do that?”
<br>
“Well, you’ve seen how fast he is,” Levi sighs. “No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed. But if, say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service…then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which //means//, if you made a pact with Mammon and ordered him to give me back my money…he’d have to.” The demon finishes with a triumphant grin, looking at you expectantly.
<br>
“...A pact? What’s that?” you ask, tilting your head inquisitively.
<br>
“Well, usually a human gives up their soul in exchange for part of a demon’s power and the ability to control them, and that makes a pact between the two,” Levi explains.
<br>
“Wha- so I have to give up my soul for this money of yours?!” you exclaim, incredulous. This problem of his is turning out to be way bigger of a deal than you first anticipated, and it doesn't seem like he will let you say no.
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<br>
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to diffuse the tension by joking around and hope he lets you off the hook. -> 4.21 (joke)]] <br>
<br>
[[Straight out refuse to make yourself clear lest you accidentally lead him on. -> 4.22 (no)]]“...Sorry to say this, but I don’t think my soul is even worth that much. Maybe a pack of gummy bears, at most," you say.
<br>
Levi just stares at you for a second, then bursts out laughing. “I didn’t expect you to joke about your self worth like that, but it’s actually kinda funny.” {(set: $levi to it +1)}//(text-colour:#e99b54)[(Your intimacy level with Levi has increased to $levi.)]//
You shrug, lips tugging upwards. “What’s the use of having problems if you can’t laugh about them?”
<br>
“True. Well, about the pact. You can give other things besides your soul in exchange too, but they have to be valuable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, I can tell you exactly how you can negotiate with Mammon.”
<br>
“Alright, but how precious? I don’t even know if I want this pact in the first place,” you say apprehensively.
<br>
“Oh, you totally should,” Levi says, nodding vigorously. “I’m sure it would be useful having him as your servant. I mean, despite how awful he is, he’s still a powerful demon.”
<br>
“I suppose that’s true,” you say thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. “Alright then, I’ll make a pact with him, if only for a personal bodyguard, I guess.”
<br>
“Great!” Levi beams, and you swear you see the whole room light up. “But let me make one thing clear: I’m helping you only because I want my money back, okay?! You’d better order him to give it back first thing after that pact!”
<br>
“Yeah yeah, don’t worry,” you reply. “So how do we go about doing this, anyway?”
<br>
“Well, you’re in luck, because I have a plan. I mean, if you just walk up to Mammon and ask him to make a pact with you, he’ll never agree,” Levi says. “No, you need some leverage…a bargaining chip. You’re going to offer him something in return…something he wants so badly that he’ll do anything to get it. And I know just the thing…Mammon’s credit card, which Lucifer took away from him.”
<br>
“...A credit card? Seriously?” you ask, and a half smile crosses Levi’s face.
<br>
“Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but you’ve got no idea how much he depends on that thing. Let’s see, what did he call it again? “My one true love” or something? It was like he thought it was a real person. He probably named it. I bet he even slept with it! Gross." He shakes his head, making a face, then continues. “That idiot used it constantly,” he continues. “Never stopped. Eventually, Lucifer had enough of his behavior, so he confiscated it. There’s nothing Mammon wouldn’t do if it meant getting his card back, I’m sure of it.”
<br>
“Hmm…okay, well, where is it and how do I get it?” you ask.
<br>
“That’s the thing - nobody knows. So, I want you to talk to Lucifer and figure out where he’s hidden it,” Levi orders.
<br>
“Alright."
<br>
“But of course, he can’t suspect anything! You’ve got to make it subtle, like it happened to come up naturally. Make sure you do a good job, or else!”
<br>
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{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ask Lucifer about Mammon's credit card. -> 5.2]]“I'm sorry, Levi but as much as I'd like to help you, my soul isn't really worth giving up just to get your money back," you say, trying your best to let him down gently.
<br>
"You can give other things besides your soul in exchange too, but they have to be valuable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, I can tell you exactly how you can negotiate with Mammon," Levi explains. Looks like you were right: he isn't taking no for an answer.
<br>
You sigh. “Alright, but how precious? I don’t even know if I want this pact in the first place."
<br>
“Oh, you totally should,” Levi says, nodding vigorously. “I’m sure it would be useful having him as your servant. I mean, despite how awful he is, he’s still a powerful demon.”
<br>
“I suppose that’s true,” you say thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. “Alright then, I’ll make a pact with him, if only for a personal bodyguard, I guess.”
<br>
“Great!” Levi beams, and you swear you see the whole room light up. “But let me make one thing clear: I’m helping you only because I want my money back, okay?! You’d better order him to give it back first thing after that pact!”
<br>
“Yeah yeah, don’t worry,” you reply. “So how do we go about doing this, anyway?”
<br>
“Well, you’re in luck, because I have a plan. I mean, if you just walk up to Mammon and ask him to make a pact with you, he’ll never agree,” Levi says. “No, you need some leverage…a bargaining chip. You’re going to offer him something in return…something he wants so badly that he’ll do anything to get it. And I know just the thing…Mammon’s credit card, which Lucifer took away from him.”
<br>
“...A credit card? Seriously?” you ask, and a half smile crosses Levi’s face.
<br>
“Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but you’ve got no idea how much he depends on that thing. Let’s see, what did he call it again? “My one true love” or something? It was like he thought it was a real person. He probably named it. I bet he even slept with it! Gross." He shakes his head, making a face, then continues. “That idiot used it constantly,” he continues. “Never stopped. Eventually, Lucifer had enough of his behavior, so he confiscated it. There’s nothing Mammon wouldn’t do if it meant getting his card back, I’m sure of it.”
<br>
“Hmm…okay, well, where is it and how do I get it?” you ask.
<br>
“That’s the thing - nobody knows. So, I want you to talk to Lucifer and figure out where he’s hidden it,” Levi orders.
<br>
“Alright."
<br>
“But of course, he can’t suspect anything! You’ve got to make it subtle, like it happened to come up naturally. Make sure you do a good job, or else!”
<br>
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{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ask Lucifer about Mammon's credit card. -> 5.2]]What's your favorite game?
<input type="text" data-varname="game">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $game is 0)
[(set: $game to "Genshin Impact")]]
Type in 1-2 of your favorite characters from that game:
<input type="text" data-varname="characters">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $characters is 0)
[(set: $characters to "Ganyu and Zhongli")]]
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Next -> 3.11 (gamer)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Chapter Two: Greed'']]
{(set: $gamer to true)}
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“Why’d you look around like that when closing the door?” you ask once you're in Levi’s room. “Is it against the rules or something?”
<br>
“Why do you THINK I did it?? Isn’t it obvious?! Imagine if someone saw me inviting you of all people into my room! A human who doesn’t even look like an otaku, but a normie! You know what people would say, right?!” Levi exclaims, offended, and you just sigh.
<br>
“Here we go again…What, do you think people are gonna gossip?” At this question, Levi turns bright red and looks away.
<br>
“Wha…of…of course not! That’s crazy!” he exclaims. “There’s room in my heart for only one person, and she’s animated! I’ll always stay faithful to my dear, sweet Ruri-chan!”
<br>
“Animated, huh?” you snort. “Same.”
<br>
“Hey! Stop making fun of me for-! Wait. What did you say?” Levi peeks back at you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
<br>
“I said same. My only loves are animated, too, because real people suck,” you shrug. Levi slowly lowers the hand that was previously covering his mouth, amber eyes round in surprise.
<br>
“...Huh. I didn’t…I didn’t expect you to actually AGREE…” Now that he has finally stopped yelling about the situation, you take the time to survey Levi’s room.
<br>
It has a beautiful ambience to it thanks to the floor-to-ceiling aquarium installed within the walls, multiple jellyfish and a little orange goldfish swimming inside. On the only wall not consisting of the aquarium, there’s a desk with a gaming computer and posters all over the wall. In fact, one of them looks strangely like…
<br>
“Hey, wait! Is that...$characters?!” you ask, moving closer to get a better look at the poster. “It is, isn’t it?!”
<br>
“Huuuuuh?! Y-you…you know about $game?!” Levi looks like the ground beneath him has cracked.
<br>
“Are you kidding?! I love that game!” you exclaim. “I’ve been addicted to it ever since I started playing!”
(set: $levi to it +1)
Levi’s jaw drops to the floor. “I can’t believe…a normie like you…wha…” //(text-colour:#e99b54)[(Your intimacy level with Levi has increased to $levi.)]// Muttering something to himself, he shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. “Never mind. I guess you’re not THAT bad, but we have more important things to do!”
<br>
“Right. Why’d you bring me here, anyway?”
<br>
“Well, I don’t think there’s any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand that, so I’ll say it one more time: Mammon is a hopeless, worthless, scumbag,” Levi says with gritted teeth.
<br>
“Jeez,” you say, eyebrows shooting up. “What does that have to do with //me//, though?”
<br>
“Well, I lent that scumbag money, and now I want him to pay me back. But being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite being the rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second-oldest. As the third-oldest, I don’t stand a chance against him,” the Avatar of Envy sighs.
<br>
“Damn, that sucks,” you say, “but don't you think one instance of not paying money back isn’t really enough to warrant this much animosity between you two…?”
<br>
“You think that’s the only thing I have against him? No way!” Levi exclaims. “Our history of being enemies all started way before this. Once upon a time, Mammon won a prize in a convenience store promotional campaign. If you bought something, they let you reach into a box and pull out a piece of paper that told you what you’d won. The prize that Mammon won was a Seraphina figurine, something I would’ve died to have. But, despite the fact that Mammon had no interest in it at all, he refused to give it to me.”
<br>
“...Why?” you ask, baffled. “If he didn’t care, then what’s the point of keeping it?”
<br>
“Exactly!” Levi says. “But no, he refused to give it to me just because I wanted it. That was the only reason - I wanted it, and he said no just to torment me.”
<br>
“That’s…what the fuck? That’s awful!”
<br>
“Right?!” Levi seems to be getting more and more agitated the more he speaks, the fact that you agree with him spurring the demon on. “So, I got to thinking…Mammon’s going to end up treating Seraphina like some random piece of junk. That much is a given. I can maybe handle it if he at least leaves her in her original packing, but what if he actually takes her out of the box? He might just do it! And if he does, he’ll get dust on her, won’t he?! I decided I had to save Seraphina, so I snuck into Mammon’s room. And what do you think I saw there?!”
<br>
“...What?” you ask apprehensively.
<br>
“He didn’t open the box…No, it’s way worse than that. He hadn’t even taken it out of the plastic convenience store bag, which he’d tossed on the floor of his room. THE FLOOR! He actually left SERAPHINA on the FLOOR! The Queen of High Elves herself! Sure, she seems cold and prideful at first, but when you get her alone, you find out that she really wants affection, she just doesn’t know how to admit it, and it’s soooo cute! Yet Mammon just threw her on the floor! And I don’t think he’d cleaned it in like three months because it was covered in junk. Old ramen cup containers, used tissues, candy wrappers…Stuff was strewn everywhere, and there she was, lying there amongst all that! On the FLOOR! Tossed aside like so much junk! How COULD he?!” Levi’s cheeks are red again by the time he finishes his story, amber eyes burning with a long-simmering fire.
<br>
“That’s horrible. Please tell me you stole Seraphina and got her out of that dump.”
<br>
“...I probably should have done that, yeah,” he admits with a downcast gaze. “But at that moment I was so mad that I just lost it and flew into a rage. I walked straight over to Mammon, who was lying on his bed, asleep. Then I raised my leg into the air and brought my heel down onto his stomach as hard as I could. But the next thing I knew, he wasn’t on the bed anymore. It all happened so fast because of his incredible speed, and the next thing I knew, he slammed me onto the floor. And the worst part was that he was STARK NAKED! As I started to lose consciousness, I remember thinking…why does he have to sleep in the nude? He could at least put on some underwear. I don’t remember anything else after that…”
<br>
“...Yikes,” you wince. “How the hell did he even do that?”
<br>
“Well, you’ve seen how fast he is,” Levi sighs. “No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed. But if, say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service…then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which //means//, if you made a pact with Mammon and ordered him to give me back my money…he’d have to.” The demon finishes with a triumphant grin, looking at you expectantly.
<br>
“...A pact? What’s that?” you ask, tilting your head inquisitively.
<br>
“Well, usually a human gives up their soul in exchange for part of a demon’s power and the ability to control them, and that makes a pact between the two,” Levi explains.
<br>
“Wha- so I have to give up my soul for this money of yours?!” you exclaim, incredulous. This problem of his is turning out to be way bigger of a deal than you first anticipated, and it doesn't seem like he will let you say no.
<br>
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<br>
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to diffuse the tension by joking around and hope he lets you off the hook. -> 4.11 (joke)]] <br>
<br>
[[Straight out refuse to make yourself clear lest you accidentally lead him on. -> 4.12 (no)]]“What is it, $name? Is there something you want to ask me?” Lucifer asks as a greeting when you come up to him in the hallway.
“Um, I actually wanted to know more about Mammon,” you fudge.
“Mammon? Why do you want to know about him all of a sudden?” Lucifer looks surprised, but then answers the question himself. “Ah, well, I suppose it’s only natural considering he’s the one who has been assigned to look after you.”
“Yes, that’s it,” you nod, glad you didn’t have to think up some random excuse.
“Mammon is my brother, as you know. I don’t want to say anything unkind about him, so I’ll be sparing in my criticism,” Lucifer says. “Ahem…He’s pure scum. The scummiest sort of scum. Pure, unfiltered disgusting scum to the point that I’m embarrassed to call him a fellow demon, much less my brother.”
"Really-?" You let out a surprised laugh, feeling a little bad for the poor Avatar of Greed despite how he treated you. “And here I thought you said you were going to be sparing with your criticism…”
“Oh, believe me, I was,” Lucifer smirks. “So, any particular reason you asked, or were you just curious?”
“I was just curious. He has left me to fend for myself ever since Levi found us, so maybe if I get to know him more, Mammon might actually help me out in the Devildom,” you sigh, hoping the reason is convincing enough. “I was wondering if you could tell me more. Like…what’s the most important thing to him?”
“That would have to be money,” he answers. “If you took all of his money away from him, what else would be left in his life? Nothing. Money can take all sorts of forms, of course, but regardless of the form, as long as Mammon has money, he’ll spend it. There are no limits with him. So, in order to impose limits of my own, there’s a certain form of money that I’ve ''frozen'', in this case…”
Before he can continue, the bell rings, cutting Lucifer off.
“That’s the first bell,” he points out. “Time to get going; you don’t want to be late on your first day of classes.”
“Ah, right. Well, thanks Lucifer. I appreciate it,” you grin, triumphant that you pried the information you needed out of the demon.
“Anytime.” Something lurks behind Lucifer’s smile, but you pay no mind to it as you hurry off to Curses and Hexes.
Levi’s going to get some good news today.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go throughout your day and retire to your bedroom. -> 6.2]]Strangely - or perhaps not-so-strangely given Levi's title as a shut-in - Levi doesn’t come out all day, and as you lie in bed your first night in the House of Lamentation, sleep doesn’t visit you either. Thoughts about the pact race through your mind, as well as something else that keeps nagging at you.
Lucifer said there were seven brothers, one for every sin, were there not…?
Lucifer, the oldest and Avatar of Pride…
Mammon, the second-oldest and Avatar of Greed…
Levi, the third oldest and Avatar of Envy…
Satan, the fourth oldest and Avatar of Wrath…
Asmodeus, the fifth oldest and Avatar of Lust…
Beelzebub, the sixth oldest and Avatar of Gluttony…
…
What about the seventh brother, Avatar of Sloth? No one mentioned him, and he didn’t make an appearance all day, either. How odd…
Before you can ponder over it more, however, your D.D.D. pings, and you open it to find a message from Levi.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
''Pick up your D.D.D. by clicking "Check D.D.D." in the top left corner! (You might have to scroll up.) You can look at your D.D.D. any time you have it on you to check for messages and calls.''
(Psst - the closer you are with someone, the more likely they are to text or call you, so keep raising those intimacy levels!)(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[$leviName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: oi, normie!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: did u get the answers from lucifer??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: OMG]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: what did he say????]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''he said that its frozen'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: rly? ur absolutely sure thats what he said??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yep'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''im thinking we should check the freezer, maybe…? surely his choice of wording isnt a coincidence right?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: thats what i was thinking too…]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: ok, come down to the kitchen.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: rn.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: and dont let anyone see you!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ok coming'']}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Head to the kitchen. ->7.2]]Carefully, you make your way to the kitchen as Levi instructed, doing your best to stay quiet. As you near the door, though, faint sounds of munching can be heard, and you still, heart pounding. There’s someone else in there…?!
Screw it. If someone thinks you're snooping on your first day here, this could be bad news. However, a voice stops you before you can scamper away.
“Not so fast.”
You nearly jump out of your skin when a hand clamps down on your shoulder, and you look up to see Beelzebub towering over you with narrowed eyes.
“Are you going to pretend like you didn’t see me, or are planning to go tell on me?”
“Wha- No, I’m not going to tell on you,” you muster. “I was just here for…a snack.” At this, Beelzebub’s intimidating expression immediately morphs into a cheerful smile.
“Ah, so you were hungry? That makes two of us, then,” he says happily. “In that case, I understand. When you start feeling hungry in the middle of the night, it’s not like you can just wait until morning to eat.”
“...Yeah, haha,” you let out, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. That was a close one.
“Oh, and the refrigerator’s empty. I already ate everything in there,” Beelzebub informs.
“Ah. Um. Good to know. Well then, uh…” Talk about awkward…! What other excuse is there to stay in the kitchen if there’s no food?!
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Fib about searching cabinets and hope he doesn't realize what you're up to. -> 8.21]]
[[Ask him about the seventh brother to change the topic. -> 8.22]]"I'll just search in the cabinets to see if I can find some cereal or something," you say, and Beel shrugs.
"Sure. I'm full now, so I'll get going. It was nice meeting you, $name. Thank you for not telling on me."
"Of course. It was nice meeting you too," you smile, letting out a releived breath once he's gone. That was close. You don't know him well enough to trust him, so Beel getting wind of your plan to steal Mammon's credit card might not have ended well.
“...psst! Hey!” a voice whispers, interrupting your thoughts, and you search the kitchen to find a familiar head of blue hair hiding behind a cabinet.
“...Levi? What are you doing behind there?”
“What do you think?” he asks after coming out from his hiding spot. “Beel was just here, and I can’t have him finding me with you now, can I?!”
“This again?" you sigh. "I'm literally helping you, Levi. There's no need to insult me at every turn.” At least Levi has the decency to look guilty after your point this out.
“Fine, sorry.. But onto more important matters: You’re sure that Lucifer said frozen, right?”
“Yeah,” you reply, walking over to the freezer. “So it should be right…” You yank the door open, eyes lighting up as you pull something out from behind a pile of ice cubes. “...here.” //That// was surprisingly easy.
“Awesome!” Levi’s amber eyes light up as he peers over your shoulder to see that the golden card is, truly, what you're looking for, though it’s encased in a huge chunk of ice. “And damn, Lucifer really wasn’t lying. It’s completely frozen!”
“Yeah, and ridiculously heavy,” you wince, passing the ice to him after the cold is too much to bear. “How’re we going to thaw it?"
“Hmm…I suppose we could put it in the microwave. One or two minutes on auto should do the trick.” He places the ice in the microwave and has just pressed the start button when a loud voice interrupts you.
“Hey, what’s with the racket, you two?!” Mammon complains, sounding half asleep as he walks into the kitchen. When his gaze falls on what you and Levi are doing, though, his eyes blow wide and he immediately straightens. “Wait a second. There in the microwave…is that…?!”
He immediately rushes over to check and breaks out into a smile when he sees what’s inside the microwave. “It IS! It’s Goldie…! My credit card, my baby! The one thing more important to me than life itself!”
You and Levi exchange triumphant smiles. So, it //is// true that Mammon loves this credit card more than anything.
“Hey wait, why the hell are ya microwavin’ it?!” Mammon demands. “Are ya stupid?! Get it outta there before it demagnetizes and becomes useless!”
“Ooh, didn't think of that,” Levi realizes. “Crap. Better stop the defrost cycle, I guess!”
“Levi, ya //idiot//! How could ya do somethin’ so stupid?! You’re dumb as a stump, ya know that?!” Mammon scolds as Levi stops the microwave and takes Goldie out.
“Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that?” Levi smirks. “After all, I’m the one who found the credit card that Lucifer took from you.”
“The plan was yours, but I did most of the work," you say, crossing your arms.
“Fine fine, and this normie here,” Levi adds. “...Thanks. I guess.”
“Wh-” Mammon looks as if the ground beneath him has slipped away.. “How?!”
“We have our ways.” Levi grins. “So, do you want me to give your credit card back?”
“YOU’D BETTER!” the Avatar of Greed demands, then realizes what position he’s in and clamps his mouth shut. “I mean, uh…yes please. Please give it back, Leviathan, sir…!” When he drops onto his knees, bows his head, and puts his hands up in prayer, you stifle a laugh while Levi just shakes his head, wincing.
“Seriously, this is embarrassing! I can’t believe that’s all it took for you to abandon your pride! You’re one of the seven rulers of the Devildom, Mammon. Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?!”
“Oh shaddup and gimme Goldie!” Mammon retorts. “...Sir!”
“Fine, whatever…If you want your card back, you’ve got to give the Seraphina figurine you won at the convenience store.”
“The Sera…what now? What’re ya talkin’ about? I don’t remember winnin’ anythin',” Mammon says, confused, and Levi’s jaw drops.
“I don’t believe this!” he exclaims angrily. “You forgot you even have her! How could you?!”
“Ugh, c’mon, enough! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to ya! Just gimme back my credit card!”
“Good, because there’s one more condition,” you interject. “Make a pact with me.”
“Right, a pact, fine,” Mammon says, seemingly not realizing what you just said. “Of course, I’m more than happy to do whatever ya…wait, WHAT?! Why do ya want me to make a pact?!”
“Think about it: If you make a pact with $name, you’ll have to do whatever you’re told, right? Then $he’ll order you to give me my money back immediately, and since you can’t refuse an order from your master, you’ll do exactly that. Game over, I win!” Levi gloats.
“Pff, I don’t believe this,” Mammon scoffs. “It’s just money, Levi. I can’t believe you’d go through all this trouble for somethin’ like that!”
“Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left just to get his hands on a credit card?” the Avatar of Envy fires back.
“Hey, shaddup! And you, human! What’re ya thinkin’, lettin’ Levi use ya like this?? Are ya stupid?!” Mammon turns to you, and you press your lips into a thin line, unamused.
“Levi isn't using me if I get someting out of it too. Now, that pact?"
“UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED! I am the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool…do you actually think I’d let some human be the boss of me?!”
“Oh well, guess I'll just have to tell Lucifer you found your credit card and are freezing it," Levi says, shrugging, and Mammon's face goes pale.
“...I mean, of //course// I’ll make a pact with ya, human! I’d be //thrilled// to…!” The Avatar of Greed immediately corrects himself, plastering a huge grin on his face.
“Mission accomplished!” Levi cheers, high fiving you before catching himself associating with a normie and immediately pulling back.
“Yeah! I can’t believe we actually- ouch! What the hell was that?!” you yelps when a burning sensation pierces your skin.
“It’s what happens when you make a pact,” Levi explains. Sure enough, when you look at your reflection in the screen of your D.D.D., a greed symbol is imprinted onto your neck.
“I did everythin’ ya said. Now gimme Goldie back!” Mammon grumbles, lunging for the credit card, which you hand over to him.
“Hey! What about my money?!” Levi exclaims, crossing his arms.
“Right. Mammon, give Levi his money back,” you say.
“Ugh, fine!" he scowls. “I’ll transfer it into your account from Goldie’s deposits. Happy?!”
“Oh yes. Very.”
With all that over with, Levi retreats to his room to celebrate, Mammon retreats to his own to mope, and you decide to go back to yours as well to finally get some rest.
However, before you can lay down, your D.D.D. pings once again.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Check your D.D.D.->D.D.D.]]“Anyway, um…Beelzebub?” you question apprehensively.
“Yeah? Oh, and you can just call me Beel. I don’t mind.”
“Well, Beel? I was wondering…who’s the seventh brother? I don’t think I met him yet.” Clearly this was a bad move on your part, though, because Beel's expression immediately darkens, and he frowns.
“Now listen: Don’t you dare mention him in front of Lucifer. And just so we’re clear, I’m not going to tell you anything, either. Lucifer would yell at me if I did. And don’t bother asking any of my brothers. No one talks about him.” Beel visibly droops after this, all the malice rolling off of his broad shoulders. “Even though he’s our brother, we just have to treat him like he doesn’t exist…it’s not right. But since no one can defy Lucifer…”
Your eyes widen at his words - no one’s allowed to talk about him? …Why?
It’s clear that you won’t be getting any answers tonight, though, and you feel sorry for how depressed Beel looks now, so you save your questions for another time.
“Alright…I’m sorry for bringing that up. I didn’t know it was such a sensitive topic…”
“It’s fine,” Beel says, softening a little. “You didn't know. I understand. Anyway, I’m done eating, so I’m gonna get going now.”
“...psst! Hey!” a voice whispers, interrupting your thoughts, and you search the kitchen to find a familiar head of blue hair hiding behind a cabinet.
“...Levi? What are you doing behind there?”
“What do you think?” he asks after coming out from his hiding spot. “Beel was just here, and I can’t have him finding me with you now, can I?!”
“This again?" you sigh. "I'm literally helping you, Levi. There's no need to insult me at every turn.” At least Levi has the decency to look guilty after your point this out.
“Fine, sorry.. But onto more important matters: You’re sure that Lucifer said frozen, right?”
“Yeah,” you reply, walking over to the freezer. “So it should be right…” You yank the door open, eyes lighting up as you pull something out from behind a pile of ice cubes. “...here.” //That// was surprisingly easy.
“Awesome!” Levi’s amber eyes light up as he peers over your shoulder to see that the golden card is, truly, what you're looking for, though it’s encased in a huge chunk of ice. “And damn, Lucifer really wasn’t lying. It’s completely frozen!”
“Yeah, and ridiculously heavy,” you wince, passing the ice to him after the cold is too much to bear. “How’re we going to thaw it?"
“Hmm…I suppose we could put it in the microwave. One or two minutes on auto should do the trick.” He places the ice in the microwave and has just pressed the start button when a loud voice interrupts you.
“Hey, what’s with the racket, you two?!” Mammon complains, sounding half asleep as he walks into the kitchen. When his gaze falls on what you and Levi are doing, though, his eyes blow wide and he immediately straightens. “Wait a second. There in the microwave…is that…?!”
He immediately rushes over to check and breaks out into a smile when he sees what’s inside the microwave. “It IS! It’s Goldie…! My credit card, my baby! The one thing more important to me than life itself!”
You and Levi exchange triumphant smiles. So, it //is// true that Mammon loves this credit card more than anything.
“Hey wait, why the hell are ya microwavin’ it?!” Mammon demands. “Are ya stupid?! Get it outta there before it demagnetizes and becomes useless!”
“Ooh, didn't think of that,” Levi realizes. “Crap. Better stop the defrost cycle, I guess!”
“Levi, ya //idiot//! How could ya do somethin’ so stupid?! You’re dumb as a stump, ya know that?!” Mammon scolds as Levi stops the microwave and takes Goldie out.
“Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that?” Levi smirks. “After all, I’m the one who found the credit card that Lucifer took from you.”
“The plan was yours, but I did most of the work," you say, crossing your arms.
“Fine fine, and this normie here,” Levi adds. “...Thanks. I guess.”
“Wh-” Mammon looks as if the ground beneath him has slipped away.. “How?!”
“We have our ways.” Levi grins. “So, do you want me to give your credit card back?”
“YOU’D BETTER!” the Avatar of Greed demands, then realizes what position he’s in and clamps his mouth shut. “I mean, uh…yes please. Please give it back, Leviathan, sir…!” When he drops onto his knees, bows his head, and puts his hands up in prayer, you stifle a laugh while Levi just shakes his head, wincing.
“Seriously, this is embarrassing! I can’t believe that’s all it took for you to abandon your pride! You’re one of the seven rulers of the Devildom, Mammon. Shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?!”
“Oh shaddup and gimme Goldie!” Mammon retorts. “...Sir!”
“Fine, whatever…If you want your card back, you’ve got to give the Seraphina figurine you won at the convenience store.”
“The Sera…what now? What’re ya talkin’ about? I don’t remember winnin’ anythin',” Mammon says, confused, and Levi’s jaw drops.
“I don’t believe this!” he exclaims angrily. “You forgot you even have her! How could you?!”
“Ugh, c’mon, enough! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to ya! Just gimme back my credit card!”
“Good, because there’s one more condition,” you interject. “Make a pact with me.”
“Right, a pact, fine,” Mammon says, seemingly not realizing what you just said. “Of course, I’m more than happy to do whatever ya…wait, WHAT?! Why do ya want me to make a pact?!”
“Think about it: If you make a pact with $name, you’ll have to do whatever you’re told, right? Then $he’ll order you to give me my money back immediately, and since you can’t refuse an order from your master, you’ll do exactly that. Game over, I win!” Levi gloats.
“Pff, I don’t believe this,” Mammon scoffs. “It’s just money, Levi. I can’t believe you’d go through all this trouble for somethin’ like that!”
“Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left just to get his hands on a credit card?” the Avatar of Envy fires back.
“Hey, shaddup! And you, human! What’re ya thinkin’, lettin’ Levi use ya like this?? Are ya stupid?!” Mammon turns to you, and you press your lips into a thin line, unamused.
“Levi isn't using me if I get someting out of it too. Now, that pact?"
“UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED! I am the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool…do you actually think I’d let some human be the boss of me?!”
“Oh well, guess I'll just have to tell Lucifer you found your credit card and are freezing it," Levi says, shrugging, and Mammon's face goes pale.
“...I mean, of //course// I’ll make a pact with ya, human! I’d be //thrilled// to…!” The Avatar of Greed immediately corrects himself, plastering a huge grin on his face.
“Mission accomplished!” Levi cheers, high fiving you before catching himself associating with a normie and immediately pulling back.
“Yeah! I can’t believe we actually- ouch! What the hell was that?!” you yelps when a burning sensation pierces your skin.
“It’s what happens when you make a pact,” Levi explains. Sure enough, when you look at your reflection in the screen of your D.D.D., a greed symbol is imprinted onto your neck.
“I did everythin’ ya said. Now gimme Goldie back!” Mammon grumbles, lunging for the credit card, which you hand over to him.
“Hey! What about my money?!” Levi exclaims, crossing his arms.
“Right. Mammon, give Levi his money back,” you say.
“Ugh, fine!" he scowls. “I’ll transfer it into your account from Goldie’s deposits. Happy?!”
“Oh yes. Very.”
With all that over with, Levi retreats to his room to celebrate, Mammon retreats to his own to mope, and you decide to go back to yours as well to finally get some rest.
However, before you can lay down, your D.D.D. pings once again.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Check your D.D.D.->D.D.D.]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$satanName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: $name, are you awake?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah, why?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’m planning to go for a walk. Would you like to come along? I’ll show you around town. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: There must be so many places you haven’t been to yet.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg, you'd really do that?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Of course.]}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Text Satan to let him know you're coming out. Finally, someone is being nice for once. ->Text 3.21]]
[[Politely decline. You don't know if you can trust him, and you need rest rest. ->Text 3.22]](text-style:"underline")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''$satanName'']]
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you so much! i'll be right out :)'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: No problem. I’ll be waiting at the front gate, so hurry up.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Also, be sure not to let the others know you’re leaving.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[why not?]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: It’ll attract too much unwanted attention.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[alright then
see you in 5!]''}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Meet Satan out front. ->Satan Tour 1.2]](text-style:"underline")[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''$satanName'']]
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you so much! i really appreciate the offer'']
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[however, i'll have to decline...im really tired, sorry :(]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: It's no problem. You should rest up.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Maybe another time.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[yeah]''
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[good night!]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Good night.]}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to sleep. ->10.2]]When you step outside the House of Lamentation, you immediately spot a familiar head of blonde hair.
“You came,” Satan greets, nodding to you. Though he is formal and far kinder than his brothers so far, the Avatar of Wrath seems to hold himself at arm’s length. You can never quite tell what he’s thinking - Satan is the completely complete opposite of Mammon, who’s an open book. Perhaps this is why Lucifer said he's different than what he seems, though you'll have to wait and see if that's true.
“Yeah. Thanks again for showing me around,” you say. “No one else has been this nice to me, so I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem,” Satan replies. “Where would you like to go first?”
“What would you recommend?” you ask, tilting your head. “I don’t exactly know what’s even around these parts.”
“Hmm…well, there’s a cat cafe I particularly like, a large royal library, and the park, which should be in full bloom as of now.”
"Okay, let's go," you say, gesturing for him to lead the way.
"Alright then. The library is the closest, so let's head there first. It's truly a sight to behold; I’m sure you will like it.” Though he says it politely, his smile…there’s something off about it.
You shake the thought off; you shouldn’t be getting suspicious of the only demon who has been nice to you so far. If he wanted to kill you or something, he'd have done so by now.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
It's time to go to the library with Satan. How do you feel about books?
[[I'm a complete bibiliophile who is in love with reading. -> Satan Tour 2.21 (books)]]
[[Eh, they're alright. I read sometimes, but it's not my life or anything. ->Satan Tour 2.22 ]]
{(set: $books to true)}Satan is right when he says the library is a sight to behold, for it surely is, with bookshelves towering over you when you step inside. Orange lights shed their glow on plush beanbags and chairs in reading nooks among the shelves, and faint music plays from hidden speakers.
“This…holy shit,” you let out, eyes as wide as dinner plates. “It’s beautiful. I bet I could spend hours in here and not get bored.” The strange smile lingers on Satan’s face as he watches you take it all in, though it becomes slightly more genuine. Clearly you appreciate books as much as he does. {(set: $satan to it +1)}//(text-colour:#b1e989)[(Your intimacy level with Satan has increased to $satan.)]//
“That much is true. I often get so lost in a book that I spend several days in here, and it drives Lucifer up the wall.”
“Do you like books that much?” you inquire, glancing back at the Avatar of Wrath, who nods.
“Like would be an understatement. I have a particular fondness for them, I must say, more than the average being.”
“Same here,” you say happily. “I love books as well, whether they’re fiction or nonfiction. It’s so rare to find someone who enjoys my tastes.”
Satan taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully at this. “$name. I’d like to ask a question, if I may.”
“Of course. What is it?” you ask.
“What do you think is the most important thing in this world?”
"Hmm..."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Money. -> Satan Tour 3.21 (money)]]
[[Power. -> Satan Tour 3.22 (power)]]
[[Knowledge. ->Satan Tour 3.23 (knowledge)]]
[[Love. ->Satan Tour 3.24 (love)]]Satan is right when he says the library is a sight to behold, for it surely is, with bookshelves towering over you when you step inside. Orange lights shed their glow on plush beanbags and chairs in reading nooks among the shelves, and faint music plays from hidden speakers.
“This…holy shit,” you let out, eyes as wide as dinner plates. “I'm not even particularly fond of books, but this is //amazing//.” Satan nods.
“Truly. I often get so lost in a book that I spend several days in here, and it drives Lucifer up the wall.”
“Do you like books that much?” you inquire, glancing back at the Avatar of Wrath, who nods.
“Like would be an understatement. I have a particular fondness for them, I must say, more than the average being.”
“Wow, nice! You're one of the only people I know who likes reading. Everyone else just hangs out on their phone and shuns physical texts."
Satan shakes his head in disgust. "Truly, people these days are uncultured swines." You laugh a little at his choice of words, then realize he's being serious.
After a moment, Satan speaks up again, a little apprehensively. “$name. I’d like to ask a question, if I may.”
“What’s up?” you ask.
“What do you think is the most important thing in this world?”
"Hmm..."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Money. -> Satan Tour 3.21 (money)]]
[[Power. -> Satan Tour 3.22 (power)]]
[[Knowledge. ->Satan Tour 3.23 (knowledge)]]
[[Love. ->Satan Tour 3.24 (love)]]“The most important thing...is money, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “The society today depends completely on money, so you aren't able to sustain yourself if you don't have any...and if you can't keep yourself alive and healthy, there isn't much else you're able to accomplish."
Satan smiles drily. "You must've hung out with Mammon too much, it seems."
You laugh, shaking your head. "Not really, he ditches me every chance he gets. I'm being serious, though, you can't do anything without money these days."
“That's true," he agrees. "At least you have a good reason for your answer."
"Thanks. What do //you// think is most important?"
"I'd say knowledge," Satan answers. "Knowledge is what takes you everywhere, and it will stay with you for life. Ignorance can be bliss sometmes, but knowledge is and will always be power." Satan's eyes flash an even brighter shade of green at this; he's clearly put a lot of thought into this answer and is passionate about the topic.
"That's a good argument, not gonna lie," you compliment.
"Thank you," Satan smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well then, do you want to turn in? You look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.21 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.22 (home)]]“The most important thing...is power, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “Without power, you don't have an audience or any influence and therefore can't bring change into the world."
Satan smiles drily, something flashing in his eyes. "You and Lucifer would get along well."
You laugh awkwardly, shrugging. "I don't know; he doesn't seem to be someone who enjoys talking. What do //you// think is most important?"
"I'd say knowledge," Satan answers. "Knowledge is what takes you everywhere, and it will stay with you for life. Ignorance can be bliss sometmes, but knowledge is and will always be power."
"That's a good argument, not gonna lie," you compliment.
"Thank you," Satan smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well then, do you want to turn in? You look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.21 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.22 (home)]]“The most important thing...is knowledge, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “Without knowledge, you can never advance forward in life, so ‘knowledge is power’ is pretty accurate. You can lose your job, your house, your money, even the clothes on your back, but no one can ever take your knowledge away from you.”
Satan looks surprised for a second, eyebrows shooting up before he composes himself again. {(set: $satan to it +1)}//(text-colour:#b1e989)[(Your intimacy level with Satan has increased to $satan.)]// “I agree. Truth be told, you’re the first being to ever give me that answer. Most others say money.”
“I mean, money IS important,” you shrug, “but not the MOST important thing, I don’t think. Maybe second, tied with power.”
“You know your stuff,” Satan says appraisingly. "Well, then, we could stay here, if you want? Or we could turn in; you look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.21 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.22 (home)]]“The most important thing...is love, I think,” you answer after pausing to reflect on his question. “Love is what makes the world goes on, you know? Whether it's romantic or platonic, love is an emotion that drives so many of people's actions. Without it, life would be so bleak."
Satan smiles drily. "That sounds like something Asmo would say."
You smile uncertainly, not sure if that's a compliment or insult. "Really? He and I might get along well, then. What do //you// think is most important, though?"
"I'd say knowledge," Satan answers. "Knowledge is what takes you everywhere, and it will stay with you for life. Ignorance can be bliss sometmes, but knowledge is and will always be power." Satan's eyes flash an even brighter shade of green at this; he's clearly put a lot of thought into this answer and is passionate about the topic.
"That's a good argument, not gonna lie," you compliment.
"Thank you," Satan smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well then, do you want to turn in? You look awfully tired. I apologize for keeping you up so long."
You stifle a yawn, looking sheepishly at him and then at the clock, which reads //12am//.
"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late," you admit. "Usually staying up til now isn't a problem for me, but these past few days have been really tiring."
"That's understandable," Satan replies with a curt nod. "It's your call; we can pick up where we left off another day. I admit I did not choose the best time to give you a tour."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $books is true)[[[Stay in the library for a bit longer. ->Satan Tour 4.21 (library)]]]}
[[Go home. -> Satan Tour 4.22 (home)]]"If you don’t mind, could we stay here a little longer?” you ask hopefully. “That beanbag is practically begging me to curl up with a book right now. I'm definitely up for continuing this another day, though."
Satan chuckles, “Of course. What kind of novels do you prefer?”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
Enter your favorite genre of book:
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<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $book is 0)
[(set: $book to "all books")]]
[[Submit ->Satan Tour Books 2]]"If it's really okay with you, I'd appreciate going home now," you admit.
"That's fine. Let's go," Satan says, turning back to go outside{(if: $tallerThanSatan is not true)[, and you struggle to catch up to his long strides]}.
"I'm so sorry for cutting our time short," you apologize as the two of you walk out of the library. "I do really appreciate the offer, could we just do it earlier in the day?"
"Of course. Just let me know when you'd like, and I can make some time," Satan says. {(if: $satan is >= 2)[The two of you chat about titles you've read and those that are on your reading list on the walk back, Satan seeming to become slightly more comfortable in your presence.]
(else:)[He seems to be a man of few words, because the walk back is silent aside from the pitter-patter of your footsteps.]}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Part ways at the staircase. ->Satan Tour 5.22]]{(set: $library to true)}
“$book s,” you smile, running your fingers along the length of the bookshelf you're walking beside. “What about you?”
“$book s are exciting to read,” Satan agrees, “but if I had to choose, I’d say that mysteries are my favorite. Testing myself to solve the problem before the detective does is quite satisfying.”
“Ooh yeah, mysteries are really fun,” you say, nodding in agreement. “Actually, I have a book I could recommend to you if you’d like.”
“I’m not reading anything at the moment, so I’d love to hear it,” he replies. After a few minutes of searching, you bring out a menacing-looking book named //Truth or Dare//.
“I’ll admit that it’s slightly more on the thriller side, but the mystery in this is still absolutely killer,” you gush. “Literally, since it’s a murder mystery.”
Satan’s lips quirk up at the pun. “It looks quite interesting. I’ll get back to you once I’ve read it.”
“Great! In that case, I’ve found one for myself as well.” You plop down onto a beanbag and Satan sits next to you, both of you flipping open your books with a content smile.
Needless to say, this evening is the most relaxing one you’ve had since you came to the Devildom.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go home. ->Satan Tour 5.22]]Here are the approximate heights for each character:
Diavolo - ''6'5''
Beel - ''6'3''
Levi - ''6'1''
Lucifer - ''5'11''
Belphie, Simeon - ''5'10''
Satan, Solomon - ''5'9''
Mammon, Barbatos - ''5'7''
Asmo - ''5'6''
Luke - ''4'10''
Who is the tallest person that you are/your MC is taller than?
(for example, if you are 5'8, the answer will be Satan/Solomon)
(link-reveal-goto: "Diavolo","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanDiavolo to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Beel","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanBeel to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Levi","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanLevi to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Lucifer","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanLucifer to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Belphie","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanBelphie to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Satan/Solomon","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanSatan to true)(set: $tallerThanSolomon to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Mammon/Barbatos","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanMammon to true)(set: $tallerThanBarbatos to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Asmo","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanAsmo to true)]
(link-reveal-goto: "Luke","Intro")[(set: $tallerThanLuke to true)]When you arrive in your room, you immediately kick off your shoes and plop onto your bed, shooting Satan a quick text.
{(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''$satanName'']]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thanks for the tour! looking forward to pt 2 haha'')]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Same here. Good night, $name.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''good night!'']}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to sleep. ->10.2]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Interlude: Dark Undercurrents'']]
“Ahahaha!” Asmodeus laughs at the dining table the next morning, and Satan shakes his head.
“Asmo, keep your voice down. If Mammon hears you, he’ll get upset again, and we won’t hear the end of it.”
“Eh, he won’t be awake for a while,” Asmo says, waving a hand in the air dismissively. “He’s not really a morning demon, you know? And anyway, how can you NOT laugh after what happened? I mean, $name and Levi were able to trick him into a pact so easily!”
“Pf…heh.” Satan chuckles quietly at this statement.
“Hey, I hear you laughing, Satan! I know you think it’s funny, too!” Asmo exclaims.
“Mm, this is so delicious. The meat is so tender…” Beel says, munching on his breakfast happily and not paying any mind to the conversation in front of him.
“Beel, calm down,” Levi winces. “You’re biting off chunks of your //plate// along with your food.”
“Anyway, I have to say that I’m surprised,” Asmo says, turning to you. “You have quit a clever brain, $name ! That was an impressive plan that the two of you put together."
“Oh, thanks. It wasn't really that big of a deal, though; I just did it for Levi," you say, taken aback a little. Compared to Mammon and Levi's blatant disgust towards you as a human, Asmo's compliment is unexpected.
“There’s no need to be humble about it, you know,” Satan smiles. “We’re not upset. Honestly, we think it’s pretty funny.”
“All I know is that I finally got Mammon to give me back my money. So, I couldn’t ask for a better outcome! Epic win for Leviathan!” Levi cheers. “I should’ve rounded up a random human and done this sooner!”
“Any random human wouldn't have been able to do this," you point out. "Otherwise, Mammon would've been forced into tons of pacts already."
“Ugh fine, I guess you’re right...but whatever,” he says. “I’m just happy I can finally buy the Blu-ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little Devil and their Reluctant Companion! The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus and it’s gonna be soooo epic!”
“Speaking of which,” Asmo interjects, “isn't it even more shocking that $name teamed up with //Levi// of all demons to accomplish $his plan?"
“Yep,” Satan smirks. “I never thought I’d see the day that a human won over Levi, but here we are.”
“Excuse me?!” Levi exclaims, feebly attempting to cover his red cheeks with the back of his hand. “Don’t go getting the wrong idea! Nobody won me over! Our interests just happened to align, that’s all! The relationship was pure business! I mean, why would I want anything to do with some non-otaku normie of a human?! I wouldn’t! I’m no cheater! M-my one and only true love is-”
“Cheeseburgers,” Beel finishes happily.
“What? NO! That’s YOUR one true love, Beel!”
“Without me, you wouldn’t have your money back," you say, a little irked. "You’re welcome.”
“Ugh…” the Avatar of Envy lets out, dropping his head onto the table defeatedly.
“You know, $name, having Mammon at your command will be quite useful," Asmo says, smiling at you. "He's a bit of a buffoon and gets into trouble too easily, but he //is// powerful and can easily protect you. It'll just take some time for him to warm up to you, that's all."
You pause for a moment, surprised. It almost sounded like Asmo was...//complimenting// Mammon?
"Really? Well, I'm glad," you say, for lack of a better response.
"I heard about what happened, $name," a new voice cuts in, and you both look up to see that Lucifer has walked into the dining room, a sleepy Mammon trailing behind him. "Apparently you outfoxed a certain dimwit of a demon and forged a pact with him."
"HEY! Who're you callin' a dimwit?!" Mammon interrupts indignantly as they sit down, but Lucifer ignores him. Levi snickers from his seat. only serving to piss MAmmon off even more.
"Your opponent may have been stupid, but even so, you've only just arrived. It's a real accomplishment managing a feat like that in such a short span of time. Well done," Lucifer says, nodding at you.
"...Thank you," you reply, surprised - Lucifer doesn't look like the type of demon to give out praise easily.
"I imagine Diavolo will be pleased as well," he adds. "We continue to expect big things from you."
"I'm honored," you say, surprise meter going up by 1000. Diavolo?! What?!
"Yeah, well, whatever. C'mon, human, let's get going. I'll just eat in the cafeteria,” Mammon says, annoyed. “Assholes,” he mutters under his breath as he gets back up.
"Okay," you shrug, standing up as well and following him out into the hall.
"Seriously, what's with that guy?" Mammon grumbles as the two of you start walking. “He can't go a single minute without bringin' up Diavolo. It's always Diavolo this, Diavolo that. If Diavolo told you to jump off a cliff to your death, would ya do THAT too, Lucifer?! Huh?!" After a moment of thought, he sighs. "Ya know what? Knowin' him, he probably would."
"Jeez," you say noncommitally. It's probably a good idea to not provoke Mammon any more than he already is, since he's awfully rude and unpleasant when in a bad mood.
"Anyway, ever since ya got here, human, it's been nothin' but one bad thing after another for me," Mammon says, annoyance flashing in his blue-and-gold eyes. "So let's get somethin' straight. I didn't make this pact cuz I wanted to, and I ain't happy about it! Everythin' I did, I did for my credit card - for my baby Goldie! If you end up gettin' yourself eaten by some demon here at RAD, don't blame me, ‘cause I don't give a fuck. Ya got that?! Don't go thinkin' you're all great and stuff just 'cause you managed to make some stupid pact, human!"
...Okay. You consider yourself a pretty laid-back person, but his words strike a cord in you, anger flaring up. You squash it down best as you can, though a dangerous look still stays in your eyes.
"Listen. I don't know why you have such a big problem with me, but it's annoying, okay?" you say through gritted teeth. "I'd //appreciate// if you stopped treating me so disrespectfuly for no reason and //called me by my name.// Stop with the 'human', already!"
"Not my fault you're just a lowly human!" Mammon snaps, crossing his arms. "It's 'cause of humans that we're even down here!"
"What's //that// supposed to mean?" you ask, a little bit of your anger draining away to make room for confusion.
"None of your business. Now learn your place fast, human!"
"Stop it," you say, and he jerks to a halt in the middle of the hall.
Ever since you made a pact with Mammon, it's like invisible strings of power have been tying you to him, and tugging on them using your thoughts lets you control him as if he's a puppet.
"W-what's goin' on?!" Mammon yelps, and you cross your arms.
"The pact, remember? I can control you now, and I want you to address me properly. I don't go around spitting 'demon' at you, so why do //you// do that to //me//?"
"I- gah! Listen up, h-hu...huma...$name!" Mammon yelps as you concentrate on using the power of the pact to make the demon say your name. "Dammit! Now you listen to me! You may control my body, but not my mind! I'm my own boss, and I'll always be! Don't you ever forget that!"
"Yeah yeah," you say, waving a hand in the hair dismissively at you let him go, and he immediately relaxes in relief. "As long as you don't belittle me, I'm fine with you doing whatever you'd like."
"Yeah yeah, whatever," he grumbles, starting off again towards the cafeteria - he must be getting school food today. "I've had enough of ya today, so don't bother me anymore!"
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go throughout your schoolday. ->11.2]]You're sitting at your desk doing homework when the door nearly flies off its hinges, causing you to fall off your chair in surprise.
“C’mon hu- $name, let’s go,” Mammon announces, ambling into the room. He stops short at the sight of you sprawled across the floor and chuckles uncharacteristically, holding out a hand.
“...Thanks?” you say questioningly, taking it and pulling yourself up. “What’s the occasion?” It’s awfully suspicious for Mammon to not bite your head off considering the argument you just had this morning.
“We’re gonna go see the other exchange students,” he explains as the two of you walk out of your room. “They’re over in Purgatory Hall like I told ya the other day.”
“Oh! The human and angels?” you ask excitedly, and Mammon nods.
“Yep. Even I dunno who they are, so.”
When you arrive at the smaller building across the street from the House of Lamentation, Mammon actually knocks on the door like a gentleman while you just gawk at him.
“You’re demonstrating manners? What happened to those when you were coming to //my// room?”
“Oi, shaddap! I can be all nice and stuff too, yanno!” he protests.
“Oh wait...Lucifer would have your head if you said anything rude to the other exchange students, won’t he,” you say, realizing why Mammon is being so nice all of a sudden. “Diavolo’s reputation would be tarnished.”
Mammon throws you an annoyed look in response - bingo! - before the door finally opens, revealing a short blonde kid(?) on the other side.
“Demons!” he yelps when he sees you two, immediately slamming the door shut in your faces and leaving you and Mammon looking at each other in utter confusion.
After a few seconds, the door opens again, and this time there’s a dark-skinned young man wearing long white robes on the other side. “Pardon my friend,” he laughs, “he was not prepared for visitors at this time. Please, come on in.”
“Um, it’s fine. Thanks,” you say.
“EH?! Whaddaya mean it’s fine?! That was so ru-!” Mammon starts, but you shush him.
“Have a seat,” your host encourages, beckoning to the plush blue sofa in the living room. “I’m Simeon, by the way.”
“$name. Are you an angel, by any chance?”
“Haha, I am indeed,” Simeon smiles.
“Oh, I remember ya,” Mammon says suddenly, looking at the angel with a furrow in his brow.
“Huh?” you ask, turning to him. “You know each other??”
“The demon brothers were all angels before the Great Celestial War,” Simeon explains. “We were coworkers before their fall, which converted them to demons.” Your jaw drops to the floor at this, but before you can ask any more, a white-haired person walks into the room.
“Why hello there. I didn’t know we had guests, Simeon,” he says, a galaxy-like cape flowing around him. “I’m Solomon; nice to meet you. You’re…Mammon, correct? Lucifer’s brother?”
“Not just ‘Lucifer’s brother’!” Mammon argues. “I am THE Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, second demon lo-”
“Yes he’s Mammon, and I’m $name. Nice to meet you,” you greet, interrupting the demon, and Solomon smiles.
“Same here. You’re the other human exchange student, aren’t you?”
“How’d you know?” you ask, surprised.
“Well, you’re nothing short of a celebrity right now,” Solomon chuckles. “I heard you made a pact with Mammon, and it appears that’s true.” He gestures to the pact mark on your neck, which is peeking out from beneath your shirt.
“Not 'cause I wanted to!” Mammon clarifies, crossing his arms. “This stupid huma-!” he starts, then quickly corrects himself after glancing at your expression. “I mean, $name! $name and my twat of a brother Levi made me! So don’t bring it up again, ya hear?!”
“Touchy subject?” Solomon laughs. “Whoops, my bad.” He doesn’t sound the least bit sorry, though, amusement dancing in his dark eyes instead.
“You're a human? Not a demon?" a familiar voice asks, and you turn to see the little boy from before peeking into the room from the hallway.
"Yeah," you say, wondering where he's going with this.
“But you live with THEM, don’t you?!” he accuses, jabbing a finger at Mammon. “The demon brothers!”
“Ah, yes,” you nod. “Who are you?”
“AGH! Stay away from them!” the blonde boy yelps, shooting daggers at Mammon, who glares right back.
“This is Luke,” Simeon clarifies. “He’s an angel, too.”
“Ah. That explains the hatred for demons, then. But why'd you even come down here if you don't like them?" you ask Luke, confused.
"Well, this is exactly the sort of situation which the exchange program is trying to solve," Simeon answers for him. "The goal is to reduce animosity between angels, demons, and humans."
"Which is never gonna happen! We don't trust those filthy demons anyway!" Luke cries.
"HEY! Who're ya callin' filthy?!" Mammon fires back, and you press your lips into a thin line.
"You're certainly right about that. Just being human makes me a prime target for insults thrown by these demons."
"And yet you still made a pact with one of them," Solomon says, amused.
"Why don't you just live here with us?" Simeon asks, tilting his head inquisitively. "I assure you we do not bite."
You sigh, "I wish, but Diavolo says that living together will reduce animosity or something, and I need their protection.”
"That's unfortunate," Solomon says, "but you can still visit, right? Come around sometimes; it'll be fun to spend some time as just us, the exchange students."
"Good idea!" you agree. "You guys seem to be much nicer than my current housemates, and being away from the annoying brothers will be good for my headspace."
"HEY! One of those 'annoying brothers' is RIGHT HERE, yanno!" Mammon interrupts, but everyone ignores him.
"Do you hear something squeaking?" you ask innocently.
"It's probably just the wind," Solomon smirks, and you stifle a laugh.
"UGH! I don't hafta sit here and listen to you all!" Mammon says indignantly, crossing his arms and storming out the door.
"Oh come on, you guys," Simeon sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, but the smile on his face betrays his amusement.
"I should probably go after him since we have dinner soon," you say. "See you all soon?"
"Of course," Solomon and Simeon smile, and with a wave, you leave, jogging to catch up to Mammon.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Head back home. -> 12.2]]Later that night, you can't sleep again.
Your mind just keeps replaying your encounter with the other exchange students, wondering what the history between the demon lords and Simeon is. They were angels? Why did they fall from heaven, and why didn't Simeon?
“It really sucks to be an insomniac,” you sigh to yourself, getting up again to just wander the halls until you gets tired. It's no use pondering over these questions so late at night; you'll just have to ask Mammon later when he's in a good mood...{(if: $satan is >= 2)[Or maybe you can ask Satan. He seems to be rather smart and is much more mild-mannered than Mammon.]}
Once you leave your room, however, a strange voice drifts towards you.
“…//$name//…” You look around wildly to see who’s calling you, but there’s no one there - only the faint ghost of a breeze.
The sound comes again, fainter this time, and you hurry to find its source.
“…//$name…I…something for you…//”
You end up at the bottom of a strange staircase that you've never seen before, but before you can move towards it, a body comes out of nowhere and slams you against the wall.
“Stop right there, $name. You will go no further,” a familiar voice warns, and you look up with wide eyes to see Lucifer. He lets go, letting you relax, but stands in front of the staircase in a guarding manner. “This is not a place for humans. It’s dangerous. Go back to your room.”
“...Sorry, I didn’t know,” you apologize warily, Lucifer’s menacing expression sending a chill up your spine.
And yet, the next night, you're drawn to the staircase again. That voice…why was it calling out to you?
“Out for a stroll, $name?” Lucifer greets once more, emerging from the shadows near the staircase and giving you a knowing look. “I keep running into you here, don’t I? It seems you’re really curious about what’s at the top of this staircase.”
“Ah, um-” you try to think of an excuse, but Lucifer isn’t having any of it.
“Unless I’m mistaken, I believe I told you that it’s not a place humans have any business going,” he states, expression darkening.
“Sorry! I can’t sleep,” you say, shuffling your feet. It’s the truth, after all - surely Lucifer will believe it.
“In that case, would you like me to brew you some tea?” he asks, smiling menacingly. “Although you should probably know that it’s a bit too effective on humans…to the point that you may find you ''never wake up again''.” The threat in his words is clear, and you gulp.
“Um no, it's alright. Good night,” you squeak before scurrying away. Jeez, what is it with this demon? There’s no way you’ll be able to see what the voice wants if Lucifer is in the way every time. This…calls for different measures.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Ask Mammon. -> 13.21 (Mammon)]]
(if: $satan >= 2)[[[Ask Satan. -> 13.22 (Satan)]]]“...Hey, Mammon?” you ask apprehensively the next morning.
“What?” the demon grumbles, cranky because he has to eat breakfast with you instead of having free time like the rest of his brothers.
“What’s at the top of the stairs?”
Mammon’s brow furrows. “Huh? What stairs?”
“The ones at the corner of the House of Lamentation, down the hallway with the portraits.” At this, the he regards you with full interest.
“Ya mean the stairs that lead up into the attic? Why do ya care about those?”
“Tell me more about them,” you say, avoiding the question. You can’t trust Mammon with your secret about the voice, not yet.
“Well, do ya know the secret to gettin’ people to tell ya stuff?”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Money? -> 14.21 (money)]]
[[Asking nicely, obviously. -> 14.22 (nicely)]]“...Hey, Satan?” you ask apprehensively after knocking on the door down the hall with his name on it. He cracks it open a moment later, peering at you.
“$name? What's got you at my door so early in the morning?" he asks, finally opening the door enough for you to see his full body and make out stacks of...//books?// behind him.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question? It's been bugging me recently..."
"Of course. What is it?" Satan says, brows furrowed.
"What’s at the top of the stairs?”
"Stairs?" A pause. "Ah. I assume you mean the attic."
"I...found that place, one night," you start, insure of how much information to give him. "But when I tried to climb the stairs..."
"...Lucifer stopped you?" Satan finishes. You nod, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"How did you know?"
"He's done the same for me. I assumed it was because I'm, well, me, but it seems you also fall under that umbrella." Satan regards you with full interest now, tapping a finger against his chin in thought. "Say, how about we figure out a way to distract him?"
...You honestly didn't expect Satan to help you so readily, but you're grateful for the fact. Not many have been kind to you so far.
"Yes, if that's possible. What would distract him?"
"Glad to hear that you're on board." Satan smiles in that eerie way of his, then pauses to think for a moment. {(set: $satan to it +1)}//(text-colour:#b1e989)[(Your intimacy level with Satan has increased to $satan.)]// "Hm...I overheard him mention something once that he was looking for. A cursed vinyl record of the Tale of the Seven Lords, if I remember correctly."
“...Huh? Lucifer’s interested in some show that Levi watches?” you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion. Satan chuckles at your expression.
"It appears so, though I have no idea as to why. Still, if you want to distract him, then I suggest getting your hards on that record first. Levi happens to have one, which should make things much easier for you."
"Just me? Aren't you going to help?" you ask, and he shakes his head.
"Unfortunately, I'm at the top of the list for demons that Lucifer keeps an eye on, other than Mammon. It would be rather suspicious for us to suddenly be working together, and Lucifer's gaze would only hinder your ability to reach your goal."
"Oh...you've got a point," you say begrudgingly. "Alright then, thank you for your help. I'll try and get that record."
"Of course," Satan smiles. "Best of luck."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Levi's room to ask him for the record. -> 16.22 (alone)]]“Money?” you reply, and Mammon looks surprised.
“EXACTLY! Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about - I guess you //do// get it!” {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
It’s funny how his entire face lights up at the mention of money - and does he seem proud, too, that you actually answered correctly? “If ya wanna pry valuable information outta someone, you’ve gotta offer ‘em proper compensation!”
“So what, you want my money?” you sigh, lips pressed into a thin line. Why did you think this was going to be easy, again? Mammon might not be scary like Lucifer, but he’s still the most uncooperative demon around.
“Wait, wait,” Mammon interrupts. “I think I know what this is about. Lemme guess - ya tried to climb those stairs, but Lucifer stopped you, right? That’s totally it, isn’t it?”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “How did you know?”
“I’m smarter than ya think, yanno!” Mammon replies, miffed. “And there’s one thing ya gotta get straight - if ya think you can just offer Mammon here a lil’ bit o’ money and he’ll spill the beans, you’re dead wrong. I mean, if I told ya somethin’ I shouldn’t, Lucifer would beat me half to death.”
“Come //on//..." you sigh, dragging a hand down your face.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Mammon smiles. “If ya REALLY want this information, then let’s see…you can offer me the monetary equivalent of the world’s total oil production! Two hundred million years’ worth. That might do it!”
“Where the hell would I get-”
“In other words, I ain’t gonna tell ya, blockhead! Is that clear?!”
Blockhead? //Blockhead?!//
You smile sickly-sweet at Mammon. "I'm sorry, Mammon. I forgot you were scared of Lucifer...but it's alright, I'll just get the information from someone else."
“WHAT?!” he exclaims. “What’d ya just say?! Ya think I’M afraid of Lucifer?! Me, Avatar of Greed?! You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! I’m not the least bit afraid of him, got it?! Not even a little!”
“Really? Then you can tell me how to get up those stairs right?" you ask, resting your chin on one hand.
“Alright fine, I will!” he scoffs. “Ya can’t get up the stairs 'cause Lucifer’s blockin' the way, right?! Ya needa do somethin’ to get rid of him, right?! Well, guess what? Distractin’ Lucifer is easy as pie!”
“Go on,” you say, leaning forward eagerly. //Now// you're on the right track to get the information you need.
“Ya know that series Levi likes? What was it called…um, The Tale of the Seven…the Seven…Seven Ways to Get Rich Quick…wait no. That’s the book I was readin’ the other day.”
You hide a smile at this. When Mammon’s not screaming insults at you, he’s actually kind of funny. “The Tale of the Seven Lords? His room was covered in posters of that last time I went.”
“Right, yeah, that one! Ya needa get your hands on a vinyl edition copy of the soundtrack for that Tale of Seven Whatevers. If ya have that, you can use it to distract Lucifer, no problem!”
“Lucifer’s interested in some show that Levi watches?” you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion.
“Yeah. Don’t ask why, 'cause I’ve got no idea why Lucifer likes it either,” Mammon shrugs. “But if ya wanna climb those stairs, you’re gonna have to start by gettin’ your hands on that soundtrack.”
“...I see,” you say thoughtfully, mulling it over. “Can you help me do it?”
“Wha? Why do I gotta help you? If ya want that soundtrack, then go find Levi and work it out with him yourself, dummy,” Mammon says, moving to get up.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to bargain with Mammon to get him to help you. -> 15.21 (bargain)]]
[[Let him go; you can resolve it yourself with Levi. Mammon has a terrible relationship with him anyway. -> 16.22 (alone)]]“Asking nicely, obviously,” you reply, and Mammon scoffs.
“No way! Are ya stupid?! Obviously it's //money//!"
"More like that's what makes //you// do anything," you grumble under your breath.
“If ya wanna pry valuable information outta someone, you’ve gotta offer ‘em proper compensation!” Mammon continues, crossing his arms.
“So what, you want my money?” you sigh, lips pressed into a thin line. Why did you think this was going to be easy, again? Mammon might not be scary like Lucifer, but he’s still the most uncooperative demon around.
“Wait, wait,” Mammon interrupts. “I think I know what this is about. Lemme guess - ya tried to climb those stairs, but Lucifer stopped you, right? That’s totally it, isn’t it?”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “How did you know?”
“I’m smarter than ya think, yanno!” Mammon replies, miffed. “And there’s one thing ya gotta get straight - if ya think you can just offer Mammon here a lil’ bit o’ money and he’ll spill the beans, you’re dead wrong. I mean, if I told ya somethin’ I shouldn’t, Lucifer would beat me half to death.”
“Come //on//..." you sigh, dragging a hand down your face.
“Oh, don’t worry!” Mammon smiles. “If ya REALLY want this information, then let’s see…you can offer me the monetary equivalent of the world’s total oil production! Two hundred million years’ worth. That might do it!”
“Where the hell would I get-”
“In other words, I ain’t gonna tell ya, blockhead! Is that clear?!”
Blockhead? //Blockhead?!//
You smile sickly-sweet at Mammon. "I'm sorry, Mammon. I forgot you were scared of Lucifer...but it's alright, I'll just get the information from someone else."
“WHAT?!” he exclaims. “What’d ya just say?! Ya think I’M afraid of Lucifer?! Me, Avatar of Greed?! You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! I’m not the least bit afraid of him, got it?! Not even a little!”
“Really? Then you can tell me how to get up those stairs right?" you ask, resting your chin on one hand.
“Alright fine, I will!” he scoffs. “Ya can’t get up the stairs 'cause Lucifer’s blockin' the way, right?! Ya needa do somethin’ to get rid of him, right?! Well, guess what? Distractin’ Lucifer is easy as pie!”
“Go on,” you say, leaning forward eagerly. //Now// you're on the right track to get the information you need.
“Ya know that series Levi likes? What was it called…um, The Tale of the Seven…the Seven…Seven Ways to Get Rich Quick…wait no. That’s the book I was readin’ the other day.”
You hide a smile at this. When Mammon’s not screaming insults at you, he’s actually kind of funny. “The Tale of the Seven Lords? His room was covered in posters of that last time I went.”
“Right, yeah, that one! Ya needa get your hands on a vinyl edition copy of the soundtrack for that Tale of Seven Whatevers. If ya have that, you can use it to distract Lucifer, no problem!”
“Lucifer’s interested in some show that Levi watches?” you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion.
“Yeah. Don’t ask why, 'cause I’ve got no idea why Lucifer likes it either,” Mammon shrugs. “But if ya wanna climb those stairs, you’re gonna have to start by gettin’ your hands on that soundtrack.”
“...I see,” you say thoughtfully, mulling it over. “Can you help me do it?”
“Wha? Why do I gotta help you? If ya want that soundtrack, then go find Levi and work it out with him yourself, dummy,” Mammon says, moving to get up.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to bargain with Mammon to get him to help you. -> 15.21 (bargain)]]
[[Let him go; you can resolve it yourself with Levi. Mammon has a terrible relationship with him anyway. -> 16.22 (alone)]]“You really think Levi’s going to help some ‘normie’?” you deadpan, quoting the Avatar of Envy. “Hm...okay, Mammon, listen. He was the one who forced you into a pact with me to get his money back, right? This is your chance to get revenge on him.”
Mammon stops halfway out of his seat. “Revenge? How’s that gonna work?”
“I don’t know, I’ll think of something?” you shrug, cursing your brain for not being able to think of a good enough excuse before Mammon can bail out of helping you, and the demon crosses his arms, conflicted.
“Come on, I’ll even throw in a shopping trip if you so want, my treat! Just help me get this record!” You sound desperate at this point, you know, but...still. Given how Levi doesn't exactly think that highly of you, you'll need all the help you can get.
At the mention of “my treat”, Mammon instantly brightens. “Alright, why didn’t ya say so before?! Let’s go!” You shake your head as he drags you towards Levi’s room.
What did you just get yourself into?
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Confront Levi. -> 16.21 (with Mammon)]]“You really think Levi’s going to help some ‘normie’?” you deadpan, quoting the Avatar of Envy. “Tell you what, he was the one who forced you into a pact with me to get his money back, right? This is your chance to get revenge on him.”
Mammon stops halfway out of his seat. “Revenge? How’s that gonna work?”
“I don’t know, I’ll think of something?” you shrug, cursing your brain for not being able to think of a good enough excuse before Mammon can bail out of helping you, and the demon crosses his arms, conflicted.
“Come on, I’ll even throw in a shopping trip if you so want, my treat! Just help me get the stupid record!” You sound desperate at this point, you know, but...still. Given how Levi doesn't exactly think that highly of you, you'll need all the help you can get.
At the mention of “my treat”, Mammon instantly brightens. “Alright, why didn’t ya say so before?! Let’s go!” You shake your head as he drags you towards Levi’s room.
What did you just get yourself into?
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[[Confront Levi. -> 16.11 (with Mammon)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Chapter Three: Envy'']]
//Knock knock.//
“Go away,” Levi’s voice calls out from the other side of his locked door as soon as you knock.
“Levi, it’s $name. Can I come in?” you ask.
“No.” You look at Mammon, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Well, //that// didn’t work.” Before Mammon can reply, though, a familiar voice interrupts.
“Hello there, $name. Fancy seeing you again so soon.” Solomon walks up behind you, wearing a smile.
“Oh, hey Solomon. What are //you// doing here?” you ask.
“Levi invited me to his room.”
“WHA?! Levi invited YOU to his room?!” Mammon exclaims incredulously. “No way, I ain’t buyin’ it.”
“Believe it or not, he did,” Solomon shrugs, knocking on the door. “Levi, it’s me.”
“What’s the secret phrase?” the Avatar of Envy calls.
“The second lord…” Solomon begins.
“...attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption’s platypus, which could lay golden eggs…” Levi continues.
“....having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed…”
“...it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools. Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter.”
“Well, guess I’ll see you two later,” Solomon smiles, looking rather smug. “Bye.” With that, he steps into Levi’s room, and Mammon droops.
“What were they even //talkin’// about just now…?”
“I have no idea, but isn’t that the secret phrase?” you ask. “So if I just repeat it…”
“...then he’ll let ya in!” Mammon realizes, perking up immediately. “Go on, say it!” You knock on the door again, and Levi’s voice carries out.
“What’s the secret phrase?”
“The second lord…”
“//Bzzt//! Secret phrase authentication failure. Access denied.”
“Huh?!” you and Mammon let out at the same time.
“Wait, that was totally right! It’s exactly what Solomon said!” Mammon protests.
“The secret phrase is periodically reset” comes Levi’s answer.
“You’re sayin’ it’s a one-time password? Seriously?!” the Avatar of Greed growls in frustration.
“I //knew// it was too easy to work...” you sigh, shaking your head. “Now what?”
“Maybe you should come back after you’ve at least watched TSL on DVD,” Levi says disapprovingly from the other side of the door.
“What the hell…” Mammon grumbles. “Ok, I dunno what exactly is goin’ on here but I think Solomon managed to prove to Levi that he’s a total TSL nerd too, so now they’re buddies. Which means that if ya wanna borrow that soundtrack from Levi, you're gonna have to do that too - become a TSL nerd.”
“Great,” you say, monotonously. Things are never easy for you, are they? “Welp, guess we should get to it.”
“We?!”
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[[Go to your room. -> 17.21]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Chapter Three: Envy'']]
//Knock knock.//
“Go away,” Levi’s voice calls out from the other side of his locked door as soon as you knock.
“Levi, it’s $name. Can I come in?” you ask.
“No.” You press your lips into a thin line, debating what to do, when a familiar voice interrupts your thoughts.
“Hello there, $name. Fancy seeing you again so soon.” Solomon walks up behind you, wearing a smile.
“Oh, hey Solomon. What are //you// doing here?” you ask.
“Levi invited me to his room.”
"...Really?" you ask. "Why?"
“We're going to discuss the latest TSL book that just came out,” Solomon says, knocking on the door. “Levi, it’s me.”
“What’s the secret phrase?” the Avatar of Envy calls.
“The second lord…” Solomon begins.
“...attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption’s platypus, which could lay golden eggs…” Levi continues.
“....having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed…”
“...it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools. Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter.”
“Well, guess I’ll see you later,” Solomon smiles, looking rather smug. “Bye.” With that, he steps into Levi’s room.
At first you just stand there, confused as fuck, before realizing that Solomon essentially just revealed the secret phrase to you...and that Levi should let you in if you simply repeat it.
You knock on the door again, and Levi’s voice carries out.
“What’s the secret phrase?”
“The second lord…” you begin.
“//Bzzt//! Secret phrase authentication failure. Access denied.”
“Huh?!” you let out. "But that's exactly what Solomon said!"
“The secret phrase is periodically reset” comes Levi’s answer.
“It's a one-time password?!" You sigh after a moment, grumbling under your breath. "I //knew// it was too easy to work."
“Maybe you should come back after you’ve at least watched TSL on DVD,” Levi says disapprovingly from the other side of the door.
Sigh.
At least you know what the next course of action is.
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[[Go to your room. -> 17.22]]Later that night, you flop back onto a beanbag chair in your room after putting the first of the TSL DVDs into the TV. Lucifer had let you order furniture and other knick knacks the other day, so now it’s decorated with a few {(if: $gamer is true)[gaming]} posters, laptop desk, paintings, and a canopy bed. One corner, the one where you are sitting right now, is for comfort and is littered with games, pillows, and beanbag chairs. The once sterile, empty room now feels a little more like home.
“I can’t believe I gotta join you for this TSL Full DVD Series Marathon Night you’re doin’,” Mammon complains from his seat at your right, and you smile.
“You said you’d help, didn’t you?”
“Not to watch a 12-hour nerd show, I didn’t! We’ll be up all damn night!”
“Better get ready, then,” you chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder. “At least I’m providing snacks and amazing company.”
Mammon looks unamused, huffing, “Well unlike BEEL over here, I can’t be bribed with food! But if we’re talkin’ about //money//, on the other hand…”
Beel shrugs from his place on your other side. “If $name is giving free popcorn then of course I’ll give $him my company in return. It’s only fair.”
“See, Beel gets it!” you say. “Now shush, it’s starting.”
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[[Watch TSL - DVD 1 -> DVD 1.1 (2)]]Later that night, you flop back onto a beanbag chair in your room after putting the first of the TSL DVDs into the TV. Lucifer had let you order furniture and other knick knacks the other day, so now it’s decorated with a few {(if: $gamer is true)[gaming]} posters, laptop desk, paintings, and a canopy bed. One corner, the one where you are sitting right now, is for comfort and is littered with games, pillows, and beanbag chairs. The once sterile, empty room now feels a little more like home.
“So what are we watching?" Beel asks from his spot next to you. He'd found you in the kitchen as you were making popcorn and come up to keep you company while you binged the TSL series.
He's probably just here for the free food, but you can't say you mind the company. {(set: $beel to it +1)}//(text-colour:#f36325)[(Your intimacy level with Beel has increased to $beel.)]//
"The Tale of The Seven Lords," you reply, queing it up on your DVD player.
"Oh. That's the show that Levi watches, right?"
"Mhm. Now shh, it's starting."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL - DVD 1 -> DVD 1.2 (2)]]//Though they represent two different species, the protagonist Henry and the Lord of Shadows bridge such differences to form a pact. Working together, they set a trap for the Lord of Fools, who falls victim to it.
The Lord of Fools is then driven off, chased up into the snowy northern country. It’s there in the cold, barren wasteland that he discovers the frozen body of his former sweetheart, Geldie. He once loved her, before they parted…//
“Wh…seriously?! He’s finally reunited with her, only to find out she’s dead?! No…that can’t be!” Mammon exclaims, tears glimmering in his eyes. “Can’t he, like, use some magic or somethin’ to bring her back to life?! Don’t you dare die, Geldie! It can’t end like this, it just can’t…! He’s gonna find a way to save Geldie, right?! Whaddaya think, $name?! Please…please say he saves her…!” The Avatar of Greed sniffles a little, scooting slightly closer to you and Beel as if seeking comfort.
“Let’s hope so,” you say, awkwardly patting Mammon’s shoulder. Is it really normal for demons to get this emotional over some DVD series?
“If you want to know what happens next, maybe stop talking so much and keep watching,” Beel says.
…No, it’s probably just a Mammon thing. Beel doesn’t look emotionally moved at all.
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[[Watch TSL - DVD 4 -> DVD 4.1 (2)]]//Though they represent two different species, the protagonist Henry and the Lord of Shadows bridge such differences to form a pact. Working together, they set a trap for the Lord of Fools, who falls victim to it.
The Lord of Fools is then driven off, chased up into the snowy northern country. It’s there in the cold, barren wasteland that he discovers the frozen body of his former sweetheart, Geldie. He once loved her, before they parted…//
"So she dies right after they reunite?! That's...grim," you muster.
"Yeah," Beel says sympathetically.
You can't help but think, though, that whole story with Geldie seems awfully similar to how you and Levi got Mammon’s credit card…
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[[Watch TSL - DVD 4 -> DVD 4.2 (2)]]//The Lord of Flies faces a crisis after his country is invaded by hostile forces from another land. The opposing army isolates them, cutting off supply lines so they will starve. Hoping to aid his brother, the Lord of Fools arranges for food supplies to be smuggled in.
However, a long spell of wet, rainy weather causes all of the food he has sent to spoil. As a result, the Lord of Flies’s land is beset by an outbreak of disease, on top of the famine they already face…//
By now, Mammon is fully crying, sniffles punctuating his words. “Don’t blame the Lord of Fools! He was worried about the Lord of Flies and wanted to help…that’s all!”
“It’s really a shame about what happened,” you agree, and Mammon nods tearfully.
“I can’t believe the food ended up spoiling….It’s not fair. He was bein’ so helpful, and he meant well…so why….WHY…?!” A fresh wave of sobs wrack his body, and you wince. Maybe these DVDs are just hitting too close to home? The whole story with Geldie DOES seem awfully similar to how you and Levi got Mammon’s credit card…
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Try to comfort Mammon. -> TSL comfort 2]]
[[Ask Beel to comfort Mammon; they're brothers after all. -> TSL 2]]{(set: $comfort to true)}You apprehensively put an arm around the Avatar of Greed, hoping to offer a bit of comfort to him. It seems to work, because Mammon’ sniffles die down a bit as he leans his head on your shoulder. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
Beel, on the other hand, just keeps chewing his popcorn, unaffected. “Mammon, stop crying. Your nose is running, you know.”
“Come on, how can I NOT cry watchin’ this, huh?!” Mammon argues, and tears slip down his face again. “It’s so saaaaad…” You sigh and give Beel a look. Luckily, he notices it and shrugs, not saying anything more.
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[[Watch TSL - DVD 7 -> DVD 7.1 (2)]]//In the year 825 of the ancient era, the Lord of Emptiness leads a sudden rebellion against his eldest brother, the Lord of Corruption. Unwilling to forgive this betrayal, the Lord of Corruption imprisons him within the Tower of Shadow in the farthest corner of the world.
The other lords lament the fate that has befallen their youngest brother, but there is nothing they can do, for the fear of incurring the Lord of Corruption’s wrath is above all else…//
“Seriously, what’s wrong with them?! They’re brothers, aren’t they?! Couldn’t one of ‘em have done somethin’ to stop it from coming to this?!”
“One on hand, I agree, but on the other hand, what the Lord of Emptiness did was wrong, too,” you say.
“Yeah, maybe the Lord of Emptiness himself deserves some of the blame too,” Mammon agrees, “but I can’t believe they’d abandon their brother like that…”
“Yeah…” you say sadly. To your left, Beel is silent.
Not even the sounds of crunching can be heard for the rest of the DVD.
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[[Finish watching TSL. -> 18.21]]//The Lord of Flies faces a crisis after his country is invaded by hostile forces from another land. The opposing army isolates them, cutting off supply lines so they will starve. Hoping to aid his brother, the Lord of Fools arranges for food supplies to be smuggled in.
However, a long spell of wet, rainy weather causes all of the food he has sent to spoil. As a result, the Lord of Flies’s land is beset by an outbreak of disease, on top of the famine they already face…//
"Oh no..." Beel mumbles. "No food? Those poor people..."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Watch TSL DVD 7 -> DVD 7.2 (2)]]//In the year 825 of the ancient era, the Lord of Emptiness leads a sudden rebellion against his eldest brother, the Lord of Corruption. Unwilling to forgive this betrayal, the Lord of Corruption imprisons him within the Tower of Shadow in the farthest corner of the world.
The other lords lament the fate that has befallen their youngest brother, but there is nothing they can do, for the fear of incurring the Lord of Corruption’s wrath is above all else…//
“Damn...what's wrong with them?" you say, perplexed. "The Lord of Emptiness was wrong, but they shouldn't just forget about their brother like that..."
You expect Beel to agree, but he stays completely silent, violet eyes transfixed on the screen.
Not even the sounds of crunching can be heard for the rest of the DVD.
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[[Finish watching TSL. -> 18.22]]You glance at Mammon but decide not to say anything; he finds you annoying anyway. It's unlikely you'll be able to comfort him, so you look to Beel for help.
Beel just keeps chewing his popcorn, unaffected. “Mammon, stop crying. Your nose is running, you know.”
“Come on, how can I NOT cry watchin’ this, huh?!” Mammon argues, and tears slip down his face again. “It’s so saaaaad…” Beel softens at this and sighs.
"$name, can we switch seats?"
"Of course," you say, getting up and letting him sit next to Mammon.
"Wha-" Mammon says, confused, but then Beel puts an arm around him and ruffles his hair. "Shh. It's just a TV show."
Surprise flashes across the Avatar of Greed's face before he gives in and rests his head on Beel's broad shoulder, sniffles dying down.
It's hard to tell who's the older and who's the younger brother in this moment, but at least Mammon isn't crying anymore.
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[[Watch TSL - DVD 7 -> DVD 7.1 (2)]]“‘Kay, and then what happened to the food that the Lord of Fools sent the Lord of Flies?” Mammon asks the next morning as you wait for class to start. After the 12 hour marathon, he’s decided to grill you on TSL to make sure that you know enough for Levi to be happy.
“It ended up getting spoiled and caused disease,” you answer.
“Ugh, thinking about that always makes me wanna cry,” Mammon sniffs.
{(if: $comfort is true)[“Hey, it’s alright. Let’s just look at the bright side: I can hopefully get the cursed vinyl record from Levi now!” you say, trying to cheer Mammon up, and the demon gives you a wobbly smile. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//]
(else:)["Well, on the bright side, I hopefully know enough about TSL now for Levi to be happy," you say, diverting the topic so he doesn't cry again.]}
“Yeah. Let’s hope you can convince him that ya really know your stuff at this point.”
“Hey, human,” a familiar voice says, and you turn to see Levi striding down the hall with a disapproving expression on his face.
“Speak of the devil,” Mammon grumbles, rolling his eyes.
“I heard what you’re up to,” Levi says, looking down at you and crossing his arms. “Seems that you’re trying to suck up to me so I’ll like you.”
“Excuse me?” you exclaim. Levi really woke up today and chose violence, huh? “I'm not sucking up to anyone! You were the one who told me to watch TSL, remember? And my name is $name, not human!."
“Oi!” Mammon jabs you in the side, leaning over and whispering, “Ya got guts and all, but don’t go makin’ Levi mad! Then there’s no //way// he’ll listen to ya!”
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[[Ignore Mammon and go off at Levi because he's being a jerk and deserves to be put in his place. -> 19.21 (mad)]]
[[Force yourself to calm down and try to reason with Levi. -> 19.22 (friends)]]“What happened to the food that the Lord of Fools sent the Lord of Flies?” Beel asks the next morning as you wait for class to start. After you had explained the reason why you were watching TSL, he offered to help you study in return for the popcorn you provided him.
“It ended up getting spoiled and caused disease,” you answer.
"Right. Good, you've been getting all the questions right so far," Beel says, giving you an appraising nod.
"I hopefully know enough about TSL now for Levi to be happy," you say, crossing your fingers.
“Yeah. Let’s hope you can convince him that you know your stuff at this point.
“Hey, human,” a familiar voice says, and you turn to see Levi striding down the hall with a disapproving expression on his face.
“Speak of the devil,” you say under your breath.
“I heard what you’re up to,” Levi says, looking down at you and crossing his arms. “Seems that you’re trying to suck up to me so I’ll like you.”
“Excuse me?” you exclaim. Levi really woke up today and chose violence, huh? “I'm not sucking up to anyone! You were the one who told me to watch TSL, remember? And my name is $name, not human!."
“Hey.” Beel shoots you a look, leaning down to whisper lowly, “You're brave, but making him angry probably isn't a good idea."
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[[Ignore Beel and go off at Levi because he's being a jerk and deserves to be put in his place. -> 19.23 (mad)]]
[[Force yourself to calm down and try to reason with Levi. -> 19.24 (friends)]]“Whatever,” Levi scoffs. “I don’t know what it is you’re plotting, but I’m not about to get all buddy-buddy with some human normie. Understand?”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself to calm down. Normally your temper doesn't get the best of you, but you're fed up with all these demons' insults and running too low on sleep to make rational decisions.
“Okay first off, ouch. I thought maybe after the whole scheme of getting Mammon to pay you back made you hate me less, but guess I was wrong. And second, why don’t you call //Solomon// a human normie? Like seriously, I never even did anything to you, so why the hell are you so rude?”
Levi looks positively offended. “Are you kidding? You know nothing about TSL!” You just stare at the demon for a second, incredulous.
“You base your entire perception of a person on //whether or not they know anything about your favorite TV show//?!”
“Typical Levi for ya,” Mammon snorts. “His priorities are so messed up.”
“Shut up, Mammon! You’re an idiot!” Levi fires back.
“Like YOU’RE any better!”
“You know what? Levi, I challenge you to a TSL competition for who knows more about the series,” you announce on a spur-of-the-moment decision. The two brothers immediately clamp their mouths shut and look wide-eyed at you until Levi barks out a laugh.
“Ahaha! Do you seriously think you could beat me in a competition involving TSL?? LMAO! As if I’d actually accept that challenge like that. I mean, I already know what the outcome would be.”
“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow. “Afraid of losing?” Mammon looks at you, mouthing //what the hell are ya doin’?//, but you just shake your head subtly.
“Excuse me? Where are you even getting the idea that I might lose to you?! I’m the biggest fan of TSL there is! Of course I'll win! And I'll show you just that!” Levi glares at you, hard. "We’ll compete to see which one of us loves TSL more, you or me. Just one thing, though. If you lose, you might ''never make it back to the human world alive''.”
“...Deal.”
Are you making a stupid decision? Probably? Will you regret it? Most likely. But are you going to do it anyway? Yes.
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[[Face the consequences for your actions. -> 20.21]] Your glare stays in place, but you let out a breath. As much as you hate to admit it, Mammon is right.
"Look," you begin, leveling your gaze at Levi. "I think {(if: $gamer is true)[we have a lot in common,](else:)[you're a really interesting demon,]} and it would be nice to have you as a friend. I know you've got this whole 'no humans or normies' thing going on, but I binged TSL just for you, so can't you just give me a chance?"
Levi just stares at you for a second, processing what you said, while a blush slowly creeps up his cheeks.
"...What? If this is a joke, it isn't funny!" he argues weakly, as if in disbelief.
"It's not," you say, holding your breath and hoping he listens. "I really would like to get to know you, if that's fine. Henry and the Lord of Shadow were able to look past their different races and form a bond, so why can't we?"
"Henry and the Lord of Shadow...a human and demon..." Levi mumbles, looking torn. "But you're a normie..."
You cross your arms and wait for him to decide, shooting a look at Mammon to make sure he doesn't say anything to tarnish your reputation in front of Levi.
"...Fine," Levi says, and your head snaps towards him in in surprise. He agreed?! "...But on one condition. You have to be in a TSL competition with me."
"Huh?!" Where'd //that// come from?!
"I want to test your knowledge to make sure that you're actually dedicated," Levi says simply, seemingly making up his mind. "If you win, we can be friends."
"...Really?" your eyes grow wide as saucers, though doubt still lingers. Can you even win a competition centered around his favorite show? You don't know //nearly// as much as Levi does.
"Yeah. Don't disappoint me, normie," he says, then turns and walks away.
"He did NOT just..." Mammon gaps at Levi's retreating back, then at you. "Ya really just asked him to be friends?! And he LISTENED?!"
"I don't know, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing!" you say. "Though yeah, I wasn't lying about what I said." The two of you begin walking towards class when you notice that the bell is about to ring.
"...Huh." Mammon goes quiet for a second, deep in thought, then realizes something and shakes his head. "That ass trapped ya, though. You’re never gonna win in a nerd competition against the mega-nerdest of ‘em all!"
"Yeahh, I was worried about that..." you admit, sitting down at your desk, "but there's gotta be //some// way right? If I beat Levi, I could make my reward be that he has to give me the vinyl record, and he'd have to do it no matter what."
“Well…that’s true, I guess. But still! How the hell are ya gonna become more of an expert at him before this weekend?!”
“Hello $name, Mammon,” a melodious voice greets, interrupting the two of you, and Satan walks up to you, with Beel trailing behind him. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
“Are you hoping to find out what’s in the attic? Is that it?” Beel asks.
“Wha- how’d you know??”
“That’s not important,” Beel says. “I’ll let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit.”
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “I want him to have a friend.” You look at him with a renewed gaze, surprised at his concern, and Satan appears thoughtful for a second before turning to you.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, too,” he states. “The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
“...Okay,” you reply, ridiculously confused about how these demons are suddenly being so nice to you. Sure, Satan and Beel are the nicest by far of all the brothers (other than Asmo), but they still aren’t exactly //amicable//. “Thanks. Why would Simeon know about what happens, though?”
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true. Well then, we’ll be on our way. Good luck,” the Avatar of Wrath smiles, then leaves alongside Beel.
“...What was //that//?” you question out loud, turning to Mammon, who’s been silent this entire time.
“I dunno,” he answers, a strange look on his face. “Beel and Satan BOTH givin’ ya hints…weird. But Beel was right - if you can make Levi jealous, he’s bound to lose his cool, though there’s no guarantee he won’t kill ya if that happens.”
You sigh. “Great. So either I lose to Levi and get humiliated after all that "friend" talk - there's no way he's going to give me the record if I do - or win but at the cost of my life. I suppose you aren’t going to protect me either, huh?”
“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna beat Levi fair and square at who’s the biggest TSL nerd. You’d better face up to the fact that this is gonna involve a little risk,” Mammon says.
“A //little// risk called my life, yeah,” you deadpan. "But anyway. How are we going to make him jealous?”
“Ugh…that’s hard to figure out. He may be called the Avatar of Envy, but it’s hard to make him give in to it. Instead of gettin’ super jealous of ya, he’ll get all negative about his own situation. He’ll start talkin’ about how it’s ‘not fair’ and you’re ‘lucky’ and stuff. You’re not gonna make him lose his cool just by doin’ a little braggin’...No, you’re gonna have to do somethin’ to make him REAL jealous. So jealous he nearly pops a blood vessel.”
“Is that really necessary, though? Don't you think he'd hate me even more if I do resort to these methods?" you ask, unsure.
"Well, it's not like losin' is gonna do ya any good," Mammon points out. "And besides, Levi's a demon of his word. If ya win, he's gonna do what you ask."
"If you say so...What will make him jealous, then?”
“Hmm…” Mammon looks deep in thought. “Maybe we oughta ask someone for help.”
You shrug, “Alright then. Come on, let’s go pay Purgatory Hall a visit again this evening.”
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[[Go to Purgatory Hall. -> 21.22]]“Whatever,” Levi scoffs. “I don’t know what it is you’re plotting, but I’m not about to get all buddy-buddy with some human normie. Understand?”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself to calm down. Normally your temper doesn't get the best of you, but you're fed up with all these demons' insults and running too low on sleep to make rational decisions.
“Okay first off, ouch. I thought maybe after the whole scheme of getting Mammon to pay you back made you hate me less, but guess I was wrong. And second, why don’t you call //Solomon// a human normie? Like seriously, I never even did anything to you, so why the hell are you so rude?”
Levi looks positively offended. “Are you kidding? You know nothing about TSL!” You just stare at the demon for a second, incredulous.
“You base your entire perception of a person on //whether or not they know anything about your favorite TV show//?!”
Beel grimaces, looking at you and Levi with a disappointed expression. You feel guilty for doing exactly what he hold you //not// to do, but your anger overpowers all other emotions.
“You know what? Levi, I challenge you to a TSL competition for who knows more about the series,” you announce on a spur-of-the-moment decision. The two brothers immediately swivel their heads to look wide-eyed at you until Levi barks out a laugh.
“Ahaha! Do you seriously think you could beat me in a competition involving TSL?? LMAO! As if I’d actually accept that challenge like that. I mean, I already know what the outcome would be.”
“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow. “Afraid of losing?” Beel looks at you, mouthing //$name, are you okay?//, but you just shake your head subtly.
“Excuse me? Where are you even getting the idea that I might lose to you?! I’m the biggest fan of TSL there is! Of course I'll win! And I'll show you just that!” Levi glares at you, hard. "We’ll compete to see which one of us loves TSL more, you or me. Just one thing, though. If you lose, you might ''never make it back to the human world alive''.”
“...Deal.”
Are you making a stupid decision? Probably? Will you regret it? Most likely. But are you going to do it anyway? Yes.
You need to find out what's in that attic, and you'll need Levi's record to do it.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Face the consequences for your actions. -> 20.22]]Your glare stays in place, but you let out a breath. Beel's right; fighting with Levi will get you nowhere.
"Look," you begin, leveling your gaze at Levi. "I think {(if: $gamer is true)[we have a lot in common,](else:)[you're a really interesting demon,]} and it would be nice to have you as a friend. I know you've got this whole 'no humans or normies' thing going on, but I binged TSL just for you, so can't you just give me a chance?"
Levi just stares at you for a second, processing what you said, while a blush slowly creeps up his cheeks.
"...What? If this is a joke, it isn't funny!" he argues weakly, as if in disbelief.
"It's not," you say, holding your breath and hoping he listens. "I really would like to get to know you, if that's fine. Henry and the Lord of Shadow were able to look past their different races and form a bond, so why can't we?"
"Henry and the Lord of Shadow...a human and demon..." Levi mumbles, looking torn. "But you're a normie..."
You cross your arms and wait for him to decide, anxiously tapping your foot.
"...Fine," Levi says eventually, and your head snaps towards him in in surprise. He agreed?! "...But on one condition. You have to be in a TSL competition with me."
"Huh?!" Where'd //that// come from?!
"I want to test your knowledge to make sure that you're actually dedicated," Levi says simply, seemingly making up his mind. "If you win, we can be friends."
"...Really?" your eyes grow wide as saucers, though doubt still lingers. Can you even win a competition centered around his favorite show? You don't know //nearly// as much as Levi does.
"Yeah. Don't disappoint me, normie," he says, then turns and walks away.
Beel watches his brother go, eyebrows raised in surprise, then turns and looks at you. "You actually got him to agree...I'm impressed."
"Thank you," you say sheepishly, and the two of you begin walking towards class when you realize the bell is about to ring. "I don't even know if I can beat him in a competition about his favorite series, though."
“Well, I can let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit," Beel says as you sit down at your desk.
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “I want him to have a friend.” You look at him with a renewed gaze, surprised at his concern, but a melodious voice interrupts the two of you before you can respond.
“Hello $name, Beel." Satan walks up to you. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
"How did you hear about that?" you ask, surprised.
"Levi is almost as much of a loudmouth as Mammon is," he replies, shaking his head. "Anyway, I'm here to give you a piece of advice. The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
"Simeon? Why would //he// know what happens?" you ask, confused.
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true." Satan pauses for a moment, then smiles indulgently and lowers his voice like he's letting you in on a secret. "$name. This is all for the vinyl record, isn't it? I'm assuming he didn't simply hand it over to you?"
"Yep." Spot on, as usual. "I had to rope him in some other way."
"I'd assumed as such, hence my advice. Do use it well."
"Will do; thank you," you say gratefully. Having a demon as smart as Satan on your side is proving to be quite useful.
"Be confident and win that competition, alright? I want to see the look on Lucifer's face when you meddle in his scheme. Heh." With that, he leaves, and Beel looks at you, brows furrowed.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing," you say, "just, uh...a project, of sorts, that Satan and I are doing."
"Oh, ok." He looks unconvinced, but lets it go. "You should visit Simeon later today, then, like Satan said. There's no way you'll be able to beat Levi fair and square."
"Alright," you say, nodding. "...And hey, Beel? Thanks. I really appreciate that you helped me even though we don't know each other that well."
Beel merely nods, a small smile gracing his features for a fraction of a second. "It's no problem." {(set: $beel to it +1)}//(text-colour:#f36325)[(Your intimacy level with Beel has increased to $beel.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Purgatory Hall. ->21.24]]“Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.” You'd planned on just going alone, but Mammon's curiosity had been piqued, so he insisted on coming with you. Either that or he just wanted an excuse not to do the pile of missing homework that Lucifer slapped onto his desk this morning.
“Shut up,” you shoot back, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…you challenged Leviathan to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I'm doing it.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.1]]“What were ya thinkin’?!” Mammon exclaims incredulously that afternoon, cornering you at your desk when classes are over for the day. “You’re never gonna win in a nerd competition against the mega-nerdest of ‘em all!”
“There has to be //some// way,” you say, picking up your books. “If I beat Levi, I could make my reward be that he has to give me the vinyl record, and he’d have to do it no matter what.”
“Well…that’s true, I guess. But still! How the hell are ya gonna become more of an expert at him before this weekend?!”
“Hello $name, Mammon,” a melodious voice greets, interrupting the two of you, and Satan walks up to you, with Beel trailing behind him. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
“Are you hoping to find out what’s in the attic? Is that it?” Beel asks.
“Wha- how’d you know??”
“That’s not important,” Beel says. “I’ll let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit.”
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “No reason. Just felt like it.” You look at him quizzically, and Satan appears thoughtful for a second before turning to you.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, too,” he states. “The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
“...Okay,” you reply, ridiculously confused about how these demons are suddenly being so nice to him. Sure, Satan and Beel are the nicest by far of all the brothers, but they still aren’t exactly //amicable//. “Thanks. Why would Simeon know about what happens, though?”
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true. Well then, we’ll be on our way. Good luck,” the Avatar of Wrath smiles, then leaves alongside Beel.
“...What was //that//?” you question out loud, turning to Mammon, who’s been silent this entire time.
“I dunno,” he answers, a strange look on his face. “Beel and Satan BOTH givin’ ya hints…weird. But Beel was right - if you can make Levi jealous, he’s bound to lose his cool, though there’s no guarantee he won’t kill ya if that happens.”
You sigh. “Great. So either I lose to Levi in this stupid competition and have him laugh in my face about it, or win but at the cost of my life. I suppose you aren’t going to protect me either, huh?”
“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna beat Levi fair and square at who’s the biggest TSL nerd. You’d better face up to the fact that this is gonna involve a little risk,” Mammon says.
“A //little// risk of my life, yeah,” you deadpan. “Anyway, how are we going to make him jealous?”
“Ugh…that’s hard to figure out. He may be called the Avatar of Envy, but it’s hard to make him give in to it. Instead of gettin’ super jealous of ya, he’ll get all negative about his own situation. He’ll start talkin’ about how it’s ‘not fair’ and you’re ‘lucky’ and stuff. You’re not gonna make him lose his cool just by doin’ a little braggin’...No, you’re gonna have to do somethin’ to make him REAL jealous. So jealous he nearly pops a blood vessel.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm…” Mammon looks deep in thought. “Maybe we oughta ask someone for help.”
You shrug, “Alright then. Come on, let’s go pay Purgatory Hall a visit again this evening.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Purgatory Hall. -> 21.21]] “Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.”
“Don't mind him,” you say, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…Leviathan challenged you to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I agreed.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.2]]“Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.”
“Don't mind him,” you say, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…you challenged Leviathan to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I'm doing it.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.2]]“What were ya thinkin’?!” Mammon exclaims incredulously that afternoon, cornering you at your desk when classes are over for the day. Word must've gotten around about the competition, because he's completely worked up about it. “Why would ya challenge Levi like that?! You’re never gonna win in a nerd competition against the mega-nerdest of ‘em all!”
“There has to be //some// way,” you say, picking up your books.
“Still! How the hell are ya gonna become more of an expert at him before this weekend?!”
“Hello $name, Mammon,” a melodious voice greets, interrupting the two of you, and Satan walks up to you with Beel trailing behind him. “I’ve heard that you and Levi are going to have a little competition.”
“Are you hoping to find out what’s in the attic? Is that it?” Beel asks.
“Wha- how’d you know??”
“That’s not important,” Beel says. “I’ll let you in on a piece of information to help you win: Levi is the Avatar of Envy. If you can work him into a jealous frenzy, he’ll lose control of himself. Then he’ll be guaranteed to slip up somehow, giving you an opening you can exploit.”
“...I see.”
“Just one thing, though. If Levi does lose control of himself, your life will also be in danger.”
“Thanks for the help,” you say apprehensively, “but why did you decide to tell me that? I mean, technically I’m going against your own brother, so…”
Beel shrugs. “No reason. Just felt like it.” You look at him quizzically, and Satan appears thoughtful for a second before turning to you.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, too,” he states. “The DVD version of TSL is up to season 7 now - that’s the most recent release. The original book version, on the other hand, is up to volume 8 at this point. Volume 9 isn’t out yet, but if you want to know what’s going to happen in it, you should ask Simeon.”
“...Okay,” you reply, ridiculously confused about how these demons are suddenly being so nice to you. Sure, you and Satan are kind of like partners in crime now, but what does Beel gain from this? “Thanks. Why would Simeon know about what happens, though?”
“Simeon is the writer of TSL,” Satan replies. “You didn’t know?”
“Wha- really?!” you exclaim, surprised. “That’s…unexpected.”
“It’s still true." Satan pauses for a moment, then smiles indulgently and lowers his voice like he's letting you in on a secret. "$name. This is all for the vinyl record, isn't it? I'm assuming he didn't simply hand it over to you?"
"Yep." Spot on, as usual. "I had to rope him in some other way."
"I'd assumed as such, hence my advice. Do use it well."
"Will do; thank you," you say gratefully. Having a demon as smart as Satan on your side is proving to be quite useful.
"Be confident and win that competition, alright? I want to see the look on Lucifer's face when you meddle in his scheme. Heh." With that, he leaves, Beel following after bidding you good luck.
“...What the hell was //that//?” Mammon questions. He'd been silent this entire time but now turns to you with confusion written all over his face.
"Nothing..." you bluff, hoping he doesn't get suspicious of what you and Satan were whispering about. "I don't know why they would both help me."
“Beel and Satan BOTH givin’ ya hints…weird. But Beel was right - if you can make Levi jealous, he’s bound to lose his cool, though there’s no guarantee he won’t kill ya if that happens.”
You sigh. “Great. So either I lose to Levi in this stupid competition and have him laugh in my face about it, or win but at the cost of my life. I suppose you aren’t going to protect me either, huh?”
“Well, there’s no way you’re gonna beat Levi fair and square at who’s the biggest TSL nerd. You’d better face up to the fact that this is gonna involve a little risk,” Mammon says.
“A //little// risk of my life, yeah,” you deadpan. “Anyway, how are we going to make him jealous?”
“Ugh…that’s hard to figure out. He may be called the Avatar of Envy, but it’s hard to make him give in to it. Instead of gettin’ super jealous of ya, he’ll get all negative about his own situation. He’ll start talkin’ about how it’s ‘not fair’ and you’re ‘lucky’ and stuff. You’re not gonna make him lose his cool just by doin’ a little braggin’...No, you’re gonna have to do somethin’ to make him REAL jealous. So jealous he nearly pops a blood vessel.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm…” Mammon looks deep in thought. “Maybe we outta ask someone else for help.”
You shrug, “Alright then. I'll go pay Purgatory Hall a visit again this evening.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Go to Purgatory Hall. -> 21.23]]“Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.” You'd planned on just going alone, but Mammon's curiosity had been piqued, so he insisted on coming with you. Either that or he just wanted an excuse not to do the pile of missing homework that Lucifer slapped onto his desk this morning.
“Don't mind him,” you say, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…Leviathan challenged you to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I agreed.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.2]]“Hello again,” Simeon smiles warmly when he opens the door to find you and Mammon on the other side. “What brings you here?”
“My peabrain of a brother,” Mammon huffs. “And this peabrain of a human.” You'd planned on just going alone, but Mammon's curiosity had been piqued, so he insisted on coming with you. Either that or he just wanted an excuse not to do the pile of missing homework that Lucifer slapped onto his desk this morning.
“Don't mind him,” you say, then turn to Simeon once you and Mammon sit down on the sofa inside. “So, I sort of have a problem…”
You relay what’s been happening the past few days, and Simeon listens intently, his ocean blue eyes trained on you.
“So…you challenged Leviathan to a contest that you can’t win? And he might kill you if you //do// win?” he summarizes when you're done, brow furrowed.
“....Yeah,” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Now that you say it like that, it sounds pretty stupid. I need him to owe me, though, which is why I'm doing it.”
“So that’s why we came here to ask ya for help,” Mammon adds. “Satan said you’re the writer of TSL, and that you could tell us what happens in book 9.”
“That I could,” the angel nods. “Normally, I’d say that isn’t the right way to go about winning a competition, but if $name’s life is truly on the line here, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“Thank you so much,” you breathe, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem,” Simeon smiles. Now, about what happens in book 9…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Listen to the TSL book 9 spoilers. -> 22.2]]“WHAT?!” Mammon exclaims loudly when Simeon finishes his story. “It can’t just end there! Dammit!”
Simeon only laughs good-naturedly. “Don’t worry, I’ll try and speed up my writing process so book 10 can come out soon as well. Now onto more important matters; when is your competition?"
“This Saturday,” you answer. “So…we have a little less than a week to prepare.”
“Right, of course, because you’re going have to actually pass the rounds about the first 8 books before you pull out your trump card,” he concludes, and you nod.
“Yep.”
“Well, me and $name already binged those and $he got it, so I say we take a break from all this nerd business,” Mammon announces, leaning back in his chair and stretching.
“What do you have in mind?” Simeon asks.
“I dunno,” the demon shrugs. “Maybe-” The door opening cuts him off, however, and two figures crowd into the room.
“Oh, hey you two,” Solomon smiles, Luke by his side. They’re both carrying shopping bags, which Solomon takes into the kitchen.
“What are YOU doing here?!” Luke exclaims, shooting a glare at Mammon, but you answer before they can start fighting like usual (they’re like bombs, these two).
“I got into a little pickle, but Simeon helped us so it’s all good. And anyway, is it really such a bad thing to want to visit my fellow exchange students?"
“I guess not…” Luke says, pacifying a little. “But why’d you have to bring HIM with you?” He jabs a finger at the demon sitting beside you.
“He's helping me too,” you answer, shrugging.
“Come on, Luke, don’t worry about it. He won’t bite,” Simeon laughs, getting up. “Now, what did you and Solomon bring from the store?”
“Baking supplies,” Solomon calls from the kitchen. “Barbatos showed Luke a new recipe, and he wanted to try it out.”
“Aw, I’m so glad to see you making connections with someone other than me and Solomon,” Simeon says, looking down at Luke affectionately. The little angel’s cheeks heat up in response, and he crosses his arms.
“Don’t treat me like a child! I could never like a demon! He’s just teaching me a few things, that’s all.”
“Uh…sorry to interrupt, but who’s Barbatos?” you ask.
“You know Lord Diavolo, right?” Simeon asks, and you nod. “Barbatos is his butler.”
“Ohhh.”
“Mhm! Actually, I have an idea,” he continues. “You wanted a break, right, Mammon? We should all bake!”
“Aw yeah, sounds good!” Mammon says, nodding. “I’ve heard Beel say that Luke makes real good stuff.”
“H-he did?” the angel in question asks, surprised.
“Luke’s baking is the best,” Solomon agrees, finally walking out of the kitchen. “I’d like to try out a few recipes myself, so group baking would be fun!”
{(if: $mammon is >= 2)}[All the happiness immediately drains out of Mammon’s face at this, and something haunts his eyes when he turns to look at Solomon. “Uh…on the other hand, $name and I gotta go! Bye!”
“Wha- huh??” you protest, confused, as Mammon tries to drag you out the door. “We didn’t even start yet!”
“Solomon’s gonna make us taste his food!” he whispers to you urgently. “I don’t wanna die today, thanks!”
A laugh bubbles out of you at this. “Is his cooking really that bad?”
“//Worse//!”
Simeon, bless him, seems to realize what you and Mammon are whispering about and shares the same concerns because his smile becomes a little strained as he turns to regard Solomon.
“Solomon, actually, I just realized that I also needed some ground cinnamon! Silly me, I totally forgot…would you mind getting some? I promise we’ll all bake together some other time!”
“Oh. Is that so?” Solomon looks a little confused, but he shrugs. “All right then. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?” With a playful smile, he leaves once again, galaxy cape fluttering behind him.
“Phew.” Mammon breathes out a visible sigh of relief, letting go of your sleeve, and Simeon chuckles in amusement.]
{(else:)}[
All the happiness immediately drains out of Mammon’s face at this, and something haunts his eyes when he turns to look at Solomon. “Uh…on the other hand, I gotta go! Bye!”
“Wha- huh??” you protest, confused, as Mammon tries to run out the door. “We didn’t even start yet!”
“Solomon’s gonna make us taste his food!” he whispers to you urgently. “I don’t wanna die today, thanks!”
A laugh bubbles out of you at this. “Is his cooking really that bad?”
“//Worse//!”
Simeon, bless him, seems to realize what you and Mammon are whispering about and shares the same concerns because his smile becomes a little strained as he turns to regard Solomon.
“Solomon, actually, I just realized that I also needed some ground cinnamon! Silly me, I totally forgot…would you mind getting some? I promise we’ll all bake together some other time!”
“Oh. Is that so?” Solomon looks a little confused, but he shrugs. “All right then. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?” With a playful smile, he leaves once again, galaxy cape fluttering behind him.
“Phew.” Mammon breathes out a visible sigh of relief, dropping his hand from the doorknob, and Simeon chuckles in amusement.]
“Well then, shall we get started?”
“Do I have to?” Luke complains. “I don’t want a demon messing up my baking!”
“Oh come on, I didn’t even do anythin’ yet!” Mammon argues. “Like Simeon said, I’m not gonna bite ya, alright?!”
“Don’t worry, Luke,” Simeon reassures, and Luke sighs, realizing he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.
“Fine. Let’s make Angel Food Cake, then.”
“Good idea,” Simeon smiles. “What are the ingredients?”
After gathering all the necessary materials and equipment, you, Simeon, Luke, and Mammon crowd around the counter as Luke pulls out his recipe book.
“Damn, I’m not a foodie like Beel but that sure looks delicious,” Mammon comments.
"It is. Now come on, let's get to work," Luke orders.
With everyone working together (even Mammon, surprise surprise), the cake goes into the oven in no time, and you decide to mold the fondue into little shapes for decoration.
"Omg, they're so cute!" Luke squeals.
“You’re pretty cute too when you’re not runnin’ your mouth, yanno,” Mammon chuckles, a strange fondness in his voice as he ruffles Luke’s blonde hair. “You should smile more often.”
“H-hey!” Luke immediately frowns, pink dusting his cheeks. “I’m not a little kid!”
“Yeah yeah,” the demon shrugs, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. “Anyway, is it ready yet?”
“Mammon, we literally JUST put it into the oven,” you deadpan.
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s going to take a while to cook,” Simeon chuckles, leaning against the counter.
“Can’t we just make the oven hotter?” Mammon argues. “Like, if we set it to a few hundred degrees then the cake should cook faster, right??”
“That’s…not how it works,” you facepalm, but an amused smile still makes its way onto your face.
“How about we play a game to pass the time?” Simeon suggests, and Mammon immediately brightens.
“Yeah! Let’s play cards!”
“Hell yes!” you agree, and everyone follows Simeon into the living room, where he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a pack of Uno cards.
“I love Uno!” Luke cheers, looking happier, and you all sit in a circle on the plush carpet. Simeon deals the cards after explaining the game to everyone, and so it begins.
It’s…competitive, to say the least. Pretty soon, Luke and Mammon are yelling insults at each other and trying to win, {(if: $mammon is >= 2)[though your words are less biting than usual. ]}you're restraining yourself from banging your head against the able because you have to is banging his fists on the table because he has to pick up 24 cards, and Simeon is simply watching everything unfold with an incredibly amused look on his face - who needs reality TV when it’s right in front of him?
You’re so into the game that you don’t even look up when the door opens and Solomon comes striding through with Asmo behind him.
“My my, you all seem to be having fun~” the Avatar of Lust singsongs, and Mammon’s head snaps up.
“Asmo? The hell are YOU doin’ here?”
“Aww, is that really a way to greet your brother?” Asmo pouts.
“He found me at the store and wouldn’t leave me alone,” Solomon sighs, ignoring the demon.
"What? I couldn't just miss a chance to spend time with my favorite human! Anyway, Mammon, we actually have to go home. Lucifer’s all worked up trying to figure out where you two are,” Asmo replies.
“...Crap,” you and Mammon say at the same time, looking at each other with panicked expressions.
“That’s a shame,” Simeon says. “Perhaps you could bring him some cake to calm him down? It should be done by now.”
“Yeah, lemme check!” Luke leaps up and goes into the kitchen, where the sweet fragrance of Angel’s Food Cake drifts out as soon as he opens the oven. “It’s ready!” he calls.
“Wonderful. I’ll pack some for you two,” Simeon says, standing up. By the time he comes back with two boxes, you and Mammon have stuffed the Uno cards back into the drawer.
“Well then, thanks for the help and all the fun too!” you say, taking the boxes from Simeon.
“Of course. It was a pleasure to spend time with you two,” Simeon smiles. "Come back soon, okay?"
“And next time, bring me with you!” Asmo declares, putting his hands on his hips.
“Please don’t,” Solomon deadpans at this, and you laugh.
“Alright then, see ya guys!”
With a wave, you, Mammon, and Asmo set off for the House of Lamentation.
You’re definitely going to get yelled at by Lucifer, but hey. It was worth it.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Return home and go to bed -> 23.2]]The next day, you're catching up on all the schoolwork you missed because of yesterday's excursion when your D.D.D. pings.
(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''Mammon'']]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: hey $name, can i see ur math hw?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: yanno, the one with the algebra and equations and stuff]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''...'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: pls, u gotta help me!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: if i dont turn it in tmrw, the teachers gonna fail me and make me repeat a year!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''srsly?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[Mammon: yea so dont go anywhere!! im coming over to copy it ok?]
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Just let him copy the homework, letting him off with a warning. It's the least you can do in return for his help. -> 24.21 (copy)]]
[[Refuse and tell him to do it himself, but bait him with a reward. -> 24.22 (no help)]]
[[Refuse, but offer to tutor him so he doesn't bother you again. -> 24.23 (tutor)]]Sure enough, a few minutes later, Mammon barges in through your door, and you look up with a raised eyebrow.
“Mammon, you should do your homework yourself, not copy off of unsuspecting humans.”
“Whaaaat?! C’mon, man!” Mammon pleads. “I don’t wanna repeat another year!”
"Ok//ayy//, here. I don't mind right now, but you'd better not ask to copy //every// assignment, alright? Then you won't be able to pass the tests because you didn't learn anything."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now show me the work!" You hand your papers over to him after fishing them out from your bag, and he eagerly scribbles onto his own before handing them back.
For a second he just stands there and shuffles around a bit, looking down at his feet. "Hey, uh...thanks. Yeah."
You smile at his sudden seriousness. "You're welcome. Don't fail class."
{(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon >= 3)[[[Go to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.21 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.22 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.23 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.24 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}Sure enough, a few minutes later, Mammon barges in through your door, and you look up, your lips pressed into a thin line.
“Mammon, you should do your homework yourself, not copy off of unsuspecting humans.”
“Whaaaat?! C’mon, man!” Mammon pleads. “I don’t wanna repeat another year!”
"Which is why you should work hard."
"Come //on//, man!" Mammon complains, pouting, and you feel a little bad.
Not bad enough to let him copy your hard work, though.
"Fine, how about this? If you do your work, I'll give you a reward," you offer.
The Avatar of Greed immediately perks up, the gold in his eyes flashing. "A reward? What reward?"
"I don't know, I'll think of something. Just do the work," you say, shooing him away, and he rushes out the door to finish his assignment.
When he comes back around an hour later, Mammon proudly shows off his completed homework assignment, and you give him a big smile.
"Good job!" He practically glows at the praise, cheeks reddening in happiness. "Now, I promised you a reward, right?" you mention.
"Right, yeah, yes, money?" he asks hopefully, then deflates when you shake your head.
"I'm not rich enough to give you money just because you finished your work, Mammon," you chuckle. "I bought this new game recently, though, so we could play it together?"
He pauses for a moment as if comptemplating his actions, then shrugs. "Alright fine, why not. A reward is a reward."
“You said you liked action games the other day, right?” When Mammon nods vigorously, you smile and drag your mini gaming console to your bed, motioning for him to join you. “You’ll love this one.”
Indeed he does, and the two of you spend the rest of the night gaming competitively, probably disrupting the rest of the brothers with all your yelling and laughing, but hey. At feels it like the animosity between you and your caretaker has at least gone down a notch, given you helped him out. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon >= 3)[[[Go to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.21 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.22 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.23 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.24 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}Sure enough, a few minutes later, Mammon barges in through your door, and you look up with your lips pressed into a thin line.
“Mammon, you should do your homework yourself, not copy off of unsuspecting humans.”
“Whaaaat?! C’mon, man!” Mammon pleads. “I don’t wanna repeat another year!”
“Better get to work then,” you say, going back to your book{(if: $satan is >= 2)[ - the one Satan recommended to you the other day]}. “It’s your fault for never doing your work on time or listening in class.”
Mammon looks offended as hell, crossing his arms and stomping over to the human. “I’ve been helpin’ ya so much these day; least you can do is pay me back! I ain’t even askin’ for money!”
You sigh, reluctantly putting down your book. Mammon DOES have a point, and you’d feel terrible to stay indebted to the demon. “Fine.”
Mammon’s ocean blue eyes light up, but before he can gush thanks, you hold up a finger. “On one condition. I’m not letting you copy my answers, but I’ll tutor you so you can do the work yourself.”
The Avatar of Greed’s expression turns confused, and he seems at a loss for words. “Why?”
“Because if you copy my work, not only are you taking credit for my hard work, you also aren’t learning anything yourself. Then you’ll just come back for the next assignment and ask to copy that too because you still don’t know how to do it. Instead of that, I can just nip the problem in the bud by teaching you now.”
Mammon grimaces, running a hand through his fluffy white hair. “Fine, if ya //really// wanna…lemme get my book.”
“Good,” you smile. When Mammon returns, you pull up another chair so you can both sit comfortably at your desk, placing the assignment in front of him. “What are you having trouble with?”
“This,” he mumbles, jabbing a finger at one of the problems.
“Okay, what's so difficult about it?"
"Hey, don't go makin' fun of me for not knowin' that stupid question!" Mammon defends. "Ya sound an awful lot like Satan right now."
"Huh? I'm not making fun of you, Mammon," you say, confused as to what gave him that idea. "I'm just asking what’s difficult so I can help explain it in a way that you can understand.”
“Oh.” Is it just you, or does he look almost…//vulnerable// right now?
Huh. It must be your imagination.
“Just…I don’t get how the hell I’m s’posed to get this stupid square root off of the x and solve,” Mammon says begrudgingly.
“Well, let’s say you’re subtracting a number from x,” you begin. “How would you get it off?”
“By addin’ it to both sides, obviously,” he answers. “What’s that gotta do with the square root?”
“Be patient; I’m getting there. So basically, you use the opposite of subtraction to get rid of the number, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, it’s the same strategy for every possible thing surrounding x. If it’s adding, you subtract. If it’s multiplying, you divide, and vice versa. Does that make sense?”
Mammon nods, brows furrowed, and you go on. “So, what’s the opposite of taking a square root of something?”
“...Squarin’ it?” he guesses, and you smile.
“Yeah! Don’t look so doubtful; that’s right. So to get rid of the square root, just square both sides of the question and boom, it’s gone. Just remember that you have to get the square root alone.”
Scribbling away on his paper, Mammon manages to solve the problem and shows it to you, and you nod appreciatively.
“That’s correct! Good job.”
Mammon looks surprised at the praise, a blush darkening his cheeks, but his face lights up all the same. “I did it!”
“Yep. See, it’s not that hard. What else were you having trouble with?”
Working like this, Mammon points out what confuses him, and you calmly explain it as thoroughly as possible to make sure he understands. Surprisingly, he listens intently, and contrary to how dumb the brothers make him out to be, he’s a quick learner.
Soon, the entire worksheet is done, and by Mammon’s work alone - you refuse to solve anything for him, even when he pouts and pleads after struggling with a calculation. It’s annoying as hell for the demon, but even he has to begrudgingly admit that the teaching tactic is effective because he now knows how to do every type of problem in the subject. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
“Done!” you cheer. “You did good today. I'm glad you were actually dedicated to learning.”
“It was nothin’,” Mammon replies, looking everywhere but at you. “Um…hey, thanks. For…takin’ the time to, yanno, help me. Yeah.”
“No problem. If you need help again, just tell me, okay?”
“...’Kay. Not that the Great Mammon will need more help, mind you!”
“Uh huh, sure.”
You both just stand like that awkwardly for a second, not used to being this nice to each other, before Mammon shuffles around. “Uh…yeah, I’ll just get goin’ now-”
“Wait.” He stops in his tracks, looking questioningly back at you, and this time you're the one who turns pink. “Want to just hang out for a bit? I bought this new game recently, and you deserve something nice after putting in all that hard work, so…”
The gold in Mammon’s eyes flashes as his features contort into surprise, then happiness. “A reward?”
“You could call it that,” you say sheepishly. “You said you liked action games the other day, right?” When Mammon nods vigorously, you smile and drag your mini gaming console to your bed, motioning for him to join you. “You’ll love this one.”
Indeed he does, and the two of you spend the rest of the night gaming competitively, probably disrupting the rest of the brothers with all your yelling and laughing, but hey. It’s a nice prize for a job well done, and it feels like the animosity between you and your caretaker has at least gone down a notch. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon >= 3)[[[Go to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.21 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.22 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.23 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.24 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}//''Special scene'' - (text-colour:#ddc551)[Congratulations on reaching intimacy level $mammon with Mammon!]//
//Two days later//
Waking up at 5am to be Mammon's alarm clock is just about the craziest, most painful thing you have ever done, but you suppose it’s the least you can do to thank him for helping you out with the whole attic-and-Levi business. {(if: $mammon is >= 4)[Aaand because you’re almost like friends now. Kind of. Maybe.]}
“Come on Mammon, get up,” you grumble, shaking Mammon while still half asleep yourself.
“5 more minutes…” he mumbles, and you sigh.
“What was the point of calling me at god-knows-what hour last night just to make sure I wake you up today to make breakfast, huh?”
Mammon’s only response is a snore, and you sigh again. Looks like it’s time for more drastic measures.
You take Mammon’s covers and fling them away, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and literally dragging him off the bed.
“Ow ow ow hey!” he yelps, flailing around, but you don't relent.
“Ready to get up now?”
“Ugh, fine!” You let go of Mammon, who sags onto the floor. “Man, did ya really hafta go ‘n…”
“Why were you even up so late if you had to get up this morning?”
“Well, I found some business opportunities to get some real mad cheddar…” The gold in Mammon’s eyes shines brighter, overtaking the blue as he thinks back on it.
“Business opportunities?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“A few casinos here and there, yanno…”
“Sooo…you snuck out late even though you weren’t supposed to and then would’ve shirked your duties this morning too if not for me,” you deadpan.
This summary wakes up Mammon completely, because he scrambles up frantically and puts his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t tell Lucifer!”
You sigh for the thousanth time in the past ten minutes. “Okay, but only if you actually make breakfast. I’m going back to sleep.” Removing his hands, you start walking towards the door.
“Wha- you aren’t gonna help me??” Mammon yelps, sounding offended, and you turn around.
“...Why would I? It’s your job, not mine.”
“Cmon, you’re awake already, right? Ya might as well…” You throw a disgruntled look at Mammon, crossing your arms.
“I’ve helped ya so many times!” he adds.
“Yeah, because that’s what you’re //supposed// to be doing??” you counter, bracing yourself for another one of your arguments, but then Mammon whips out a wild card and gives you //puppy eyes//.
//What//.
“Pleeeeeaaaassseee…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reluctantly agree to help him despite being sleep deprived as hell. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1.1 (cook)]]
[[Go back to bed. He should learn to be more responsible. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1.2 (sleep)]]Type the contact name you'd like to set for each person into the textboxes. If you don't want to change someone's contact name, just leave it blank.
Lucifer:
<input type="text" data-varname="luciferName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $luciferName is 0)
[(set: $luciferName to $luciferName)]]
Mammon:
<input type="text" data-varname="mammonName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $mammonName is 0)
[(set: $mammonName to $mammonName)]]
Levi:
<input type="text" data-varname="leviName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $leviName is 0)
[(set: $leviName to $leviName)]]
Satan:
<input type="text" data-varname="satanName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $satanName is 0)
[(set: $satanName to $satanName)]]
Asmo:
<input type="text" data-varname="asmoName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $asmoName is 0)
[(set: $asmoName to $asmoName)]]
Beel:
<input type="text" data-varname="beelName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $beelName is 0)
[(set: $beelName to $beelName)]]
Belphie:
<input type="text" data-varname="belphieName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $belphieName is 0)
[(set: $belphieName to $belphieName)]]
Diavolo:
<input type="text" data-varname="diavoloName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $diavoloName is 0)
[(set: $diavoloName to $diavoloName)]]
Barbatos:
<input type="text" data-varname="barbatosName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $barbatosName is 0)
[(set: $barbatosName to $barbatosName)]]
Solomon:
<input type="text" data-varname="solomonName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $solomonName is 0)
[(set: $solomonName to $solomonName)]]
Simeon:
<input type="text" data-varname="simeonName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $simeonName is 0)
[(set: $simeonName to $simeonName)]]
Luke:
<input type="text" data-varname="lukeName">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $lukeName is 0)
[(set: $lukeName to $lukeName)]]
[[Done->D.D.D.]]{(set: $texts to false)}Welcome to your D.D.D.! Here is where all your contacts, texts, and calls are displayed.
(text-style:"underline")[''Contacts:'']
$diavoloName
$barbatosName
$luciferName
$mammonName
$leviName
$satanName
$asmoName
$beelName
$belphieName
$solomonName
$simeonName
$lukeName
[[Change contact names->Contact Names]]
(text-style:"underline")[''Texts:'']
{(if: (history:) contains " 6.1" and it does not contain " Text 2.1")[{(set: $texts to true)}''$leviName'' || oi, normie! ([[open-> Text 2.1]])](else-if: (history:) contains " 6.2" and it does not contain " Text 2.2")[$leviName || oi, normie! ([[open-> Text 2.2]])]
(if: (history:) contains " 8.11" or " 8.12" and it does not contain "Text 3")[{(set: $texts to true)}''$satanName'' || $name, are you awake? ([[open->Text 3]])](else-if: (history:) contains " 8.21" or " 8.22" and it does not contain "Text 3-2")[''$satanName'' || $name, are you awake? ([[open->Text 3-2]])]<br>
(if: (history:) contains "7.1" or "7.2" and it does not contain "Chef Pet 2")[{(set: $texts to true)}''$beelName'' || $name can i ask you a question? ([[open->Chef Pet 1]])]<br>
(if: (history:) contains "10.1" or " 10.2" and it does not contain "Movie Night 2.12 (creepy)" or "Movie Night 2.13 (meh)" or "Movie Night 2.14 (violent)" or "Movie Night 3.11 (loved it)" or "Movie Night 3.12 (it was ok)" or "Movie Night 3.13 (will see it)")[{(set: $texts to true)}''House of Lamentation (7)'' || REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!! ([[open->Movie Night (HoL)]])]<br>
(if: (history:) contains "Movie Night 2.12 (creepy)" or "Movie Night 2.13 (meh)" or "Movie Night 2.14 (violent)" or "Movie Night 3.11 (loved it)" or "Movie Night 3.12 (it was ok)" or "Movie Night 3.13 (will see it)" and it does not contain "Mammon Movies 1 (kind)" or "Mammon Movies 2 (bruh chill)")[{(set: $texts to true)}''$mammonName'' || oi, $name! ([[open->Mammon Movies]])]<br>
(if: $texts is not true)[//You have no unread messages.//]
}
(text-style:"underline")[''Missed calls:'']
//You have no missed calls.//
(link-goto: "Done", $passage)(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[$leviName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: oi, normie!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: did u get the answers from lucifer??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: OMG]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: what did he say????]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''he said that its frozen'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: rly? ur absolutely sure thats what he said??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yep'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''im thinking we should check the freezer, maybe…? surely his choice of wording isnt a coincidence right?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: thats what i was thinking too…]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: ok, come down to the kitchen.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: rn.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: and dont let anyone see you!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ok coming'']}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$satanName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: $name, are you awake?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah, why?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’m planning to go for a walk. Would you like to come along? I’ll show you around town. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: There must be so many places you haven’t been to yet.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg, you'd really do that?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Of course.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you so much! i'll be right out :)'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: No problem. I’ll be waiting at the front gate, so hurry up.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Also, be sure not to let the others know you’re leaving.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[why not?]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: It’ll attract too much unwanted attention.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[alright then
see you in 5!]''}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$satanName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: $name, are you awake?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah, why?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’m planning to go for a walk. Would you like to come along? I’ll show you around town. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: There must be so many places you haven’t been to yet.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg, you'd really do that?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Of course.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you so much! i really appreciate the offer'']
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[however, i'll have to decline...im really tired, sorry :(]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: It's no problem. You should rest up.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Maybe another time.]
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[yeah]''
''(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[good night!]''
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Good night.]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''$satanName'']]
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thanks for the tour! looking forward to pt 2 haha'')]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Same here. Good night, $name.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''good night!'']}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]}
[[yeah horror movies are scary af->Movie Night 1.1 (scary)]]
[[they're meh->Movie Night 1.2 (meh)]]
[[omg i love horror movies->Movie Night 1.3 (love)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah horror movies are scary af'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]}
[[agreed. psychological horror>>>->Movie Night 2.11 (psych horror>>>)]]
[[ehhh they're still creepy tho->Movie Night 2.12 (creepy)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''they're meh'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: :000 disrespecttt]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]}
[[yess exactly, those are better->Movie Night 2.11 (psych horror>>>)]]
[[still meh lmao->Movie Night 2.13 (meh)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg i love horror movies'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]}
[[agreed. psychological horror>>>->Movie Night 2.11 (psych horror>>>)]]
[[no wayy the violent ones are the best->Movie Night 2.14 (violent)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, you get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]}
[[OH IVE SEEN THAT ITS SO GOOD->Movie Night 3.11 (loved it)]]
[[oh i saw that one->Movie Night 3.12 (it was ok)]]
[[ooo okay->Movie Night 3.13 (will see it)]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ehhh they're still creepy tho'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: The ones that mess with your brain are so much fun tho!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yep ive seen it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: It was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[End->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''still meh lmao'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: The ones that mess with your brain are so much fun tho!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yep ive seen it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: It was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[End->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''no wayy the violent ones are the best'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: yeah]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: The ones that mess with your brain are so much fun tho!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yep ive seen it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: It was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[End->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''OH IVE SEEN THAT ITS SO GOOD'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes.'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[End->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''oh i saw that one'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''i mean there are better'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[End->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ooo okay'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Mhm it was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[End->D.D.D.]]Double-click this passage to edit it.(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah horror movies are scary af'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, u get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''OH IVE SEEN THAT ITS SO GOOD'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes.'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah horror movies are scary af'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, you get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''oh i saw that one'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''i mean there are better'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah horror movies are scary af'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, you get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ooo okay'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Mhm it was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''they're meh'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: :000 disrespecttt]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, u get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''OH IVE SEEN THAT ITS SO GOOD'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes.'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''they're meh'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: :000 disrespecttt]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, you get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''oh i saw that one'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''i mean there are better'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''they're meh'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: :000 disrespecttt]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''agreed. psychological horror>>>'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, you get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ooo okay'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Mhm it was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg i love horror movies'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yess exactly!'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, u get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''OH IVE SEEN THAT ITS SO GOOD'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yes.'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg i love horror movies'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yess exactly!'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, u get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''oh i saw that one'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: best of all time tbh]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''i mean there are better'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg i love horror movies'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yess exactly!'']
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''the ones that mess with your brain are so much fun to watch'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Right? See, u get it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ooo okay'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Mhm it was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''yeah horror movies are scary af'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''ehhh they're still creepy tho'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: The ones that mess with your brain are so much fun tho!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yep ive seen it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: It was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''they're meh'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: :000 disrespecttt]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''still meh lmao'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: The ones that mess with your brain are so much fun tho!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yep ive seen it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: It was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]](align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[''(text-style:"underline")[House of Lamentation (7)]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: REMINDER: tonight at 9pm, red devil network is airing the classic horror masterpiece House of the Devil!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: you all should def come see it]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: A horror movie? Pass 🤚]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''omg i love horror movies'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: but thats what makes them fun!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: whatever. im way too busy to watch some movie]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and way too important!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The truth is that horror movies scare you. Isn’t that right, Mammon?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: what?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: WHAT?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: are ya crazy?!?!?!???????!?!???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Aww, look how much that bothered him]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Guess its the truth~! 😉]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: NO IT AINT!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: im a demon and horror movies dont scare demons!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: everyone knows that!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Well, i personally dont like watching the violent ones :/]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: But ive got no problem at all w psychological horror!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''no wayy the violent ones are the best'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: yeah]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: The ones that mess with your brain are so much fun tho!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: well if u like THAT kinda stuff, u should totally check out “knives out”]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: its the best of all time tbh]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yep ive seen it!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: It was soo good 💖]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well, ive seen that one too! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and it didnt scare me!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: not even a little!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i almost fell asleep, even!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''is it just me or does Mammon sound like he's in denial'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAOOO]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: You took the words right out of my mouth.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: I AINT IN DENIAL!!!!!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: <img src = "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034305673158217788/unknown.png"\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1034305075402776576/1034307347608240158/unknown.png\>]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: oh??? OH???]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: now thats what i call i priceless image!! looool]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''HAHAHAHA'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: The pictures are from after we watched that scene in “Knives Out” where the man slashes his throat with a knife in front of the protagonist. ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: For a demon, you really do scare easily, Mammon.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''pff that's hilariously adorable'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: we rly should have a horror movie night tho]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Yeah we should all watch them together!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: But not the violent ones]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I’ll be there if there’s popcorn]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: I’ll go if it means I’ll get to see how cute Mammon gets when he’s all scared.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''hahaha same'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okie then, its a plan! 😄]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer youre coming too right?]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Lucifer??]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Sorry.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Mammon came running into the room and attacked me with a three-pronged pitchfork.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: But not to worry, he’s been taken care of.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- idk if I should laugh or feel bad for him 😭🤚'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$satanName: Definitely laugh.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what happened to him tho-?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Nothing, really.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: I just wrapped him up in a bamboo mat so he couldn’t move and then hung him from the chandelier.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: He has quit trying to break free and is now just hanging there, much like a Halloween decoration.]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I-'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: LMAO serves him right]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Well then, I’ll make sure to notify everyone once the date for the Inaugural House of Lamentation Horror Movie Night is set.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$luciferName: Asmo, you’ll be in charge of setting the date. Levi, you’ll select the films. And Beel, I’d like you to look into what flavors of popcorn we should have.]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Understood]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$asmoName: Okayy!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$leviName: roger that]}
[[Back->D.D.D.]]{(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''$mammonName'']]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: oi, $name!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: just so we’re clear, i aint afraid of horror movies!! Not even a teensy bit!! ok??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what's with the pics Lucifer showed, then? :))'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well that was just…ya know…]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: …idk, i just felt like doin that at the time]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''riiight, sure'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: shaddap! anyway, im gonna prove to you that this horror movie night thing doesnt scare me one bit!! your gonna see just how manly man of a demon i am!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: so get ready!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i aint scared, and thats that!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''o...kay?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and dont you dare save that pic of me on your ddd or i swear ill put a curse on ya!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: Mammon: ill make sure ya never find money lyin on the street ever again!!]
}
[[okayokay i won't->Mammon Movies 1 (kind)]]
[[chill, i won't. your face isn't even that important to me->Mammon Movies 2 (bruh chill)]]{(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''$mammonName'']]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: oi, $name!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: just so we’re clear, i aint afraid of horror movies!! Not even a teensy bit!! ok??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what's with the pics Lucifer showed, then? :))'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well that was just…ya know…]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: …idk, i just felt like doin that at the time]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''riiight, sure'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: shaddap! anyway, im gonna prove to you that this horror movie night thing doesnt scare me one bit!! your gonna see just how manly man of a demon i am!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: so get ready!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i aint scared, and thats that!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''o...kay?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and dont you dare save that pic of me on your ddd or i swear ill put a curse on ya!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: Mammon: ill make sure ya never find money lyin on the street ever again!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''okok i won't'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: good!! 😒]
}
[[End->D.D.D.]]{(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[(text-style:"underline")[''$mammonName'']]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: oi, $name!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: just so we’re clear, i aint afraid of horror movies!! Not even a teensy bit!! ok??]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what's with the pics Lucifer showed, then? :))'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: well that was just…ya know…]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: …idk, i just felt like doin that at the time]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''riiight, sure'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: shaddap! anyway, im gonna prove to you that this horror movie night thing doesnt scare me one bit!! your gonna see just how manly man of a demon i am!! ]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: so get ready!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: i aint scared, and thats that!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''o...kay?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: and dont you dare save that pic of me on your ddd or i swear ill put a curse on ya!!]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: Mammon: ill make sure ya never find money lyin on the street ever again!!]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''chill, i won't. your face isn't even that important to me'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$mammonName: good!! 😒]
}
[[End->D.D.D.]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$beelName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: $name can i ask you a question?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''sure, what's up?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: How far is the future for a demon?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''uhhh maybe like…1000 years?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Huh, I guess so]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''why are you asking?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Lucifer just asked me what my dream for the future was so I was curious]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what did you tell him?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I said i wanted to own a chef as a pet someday]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- own? not like...hire?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: 🤤]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Whats your dream for the future, $name?]
}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
<input type="text" data-varname="dream">\
<script>processInputElements();</script>
[(if: $dream is 0)
[(set: $dream to "i haven't thought about it tbh")]]
[[Submit->Chef Pet 2]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$beelName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: $name, can i ask you a question?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''sure, what's up?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: How far is the future for a demon?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''uhhh maybe like…1000 years?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Huh, I guess so]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''why are you asking?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Lucifer just asked me what my dream for the future was so I was curious]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what did you tell him?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I said i wanted to own a chef as a pet someday]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- own? not like...hire?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: 🤤]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Whats your dream for the future, $name?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''$dream'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Oh I see]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I hope you achieve your dream some day, $name]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you, and uh...you too? lmao'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: (:]
}
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[End->D.D.D.]](text-style:"underline")[''(align:"=><=")+(box:"X=")[$beelName]'']
{(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: $name can i ask you a question?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''sure, what's up?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: How far is the future for a demon?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''uhhh maybe like…1000 years?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Huh, I guess so]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''why are you asking?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Lucifer just asked me what my dream for the future was so I was curious]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''what did you tell him?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I said i wanted to own a chef as a pet someday]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''I- own? not like...hire?'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: 🤤]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Whats your dream for the future, $name?]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''$dream'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: Oh I see]
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: I hope you achieve your dream some day, $name]
(align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[''thank you, and uh...you too? lmao'']
(align:"<==")+(box:"X=")[$beelName: (:]
}
[[Back->D.D.D.]]movie night doesn't disappear after it's read
mammon movie night followup doesn't disappear after it's read(text-style:"underline")[''Chat history:'']
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Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“Good luck,” Levi says, turning to you. "You'll need it."
Before you can figure out if he's being nice or just mocking you, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement, laughing.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]}
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers.
“Oh come on. That's the literal basics of TSL,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “You need better to think of better questions, Asmo.” He pauses for a moment, then turns to you, looking conflicted. "I guess it's good you got it right though. Not that's you'll win! But. Yeah."
You raise an eyebrow, confused. It seems like he's in a dilemma with himself over whether or not he wants you to win...Maybe he wants the friendship, but has too much pride to let you beat him? Huh.
Asmo ignores his comment, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi grins, stealing a prideful look at you that bears semblance to a kid wanting approval from their parents.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles from the audience, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies, curt as ever.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says as you stifle a laugh. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“And anyway, how long will this go on? I have a Destiny 2 raid starting soon and I promised my guild I'd join.”
Mammon jumps up from his seat in the audience, motioning to you. “Alright $name, it’s time to pull out the big guns! Let’s see how Levi here likes your trump card!”
Levi looks questioningly between the two of you. “What is he going on about now?”
“Levi, you’re way too full o’ yourself. That’s why we’re boutta reach inside ya, yank out that pride, and crush it like a bug!” Mammon declares.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“LMAO! There's nothing $he could know that I don't," Levi says confidently.
“Well, in any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
"Hey, I'm sorry..." you wince, feeling guilty at Levi's disraught expression. "I didn't intend to make you feel bad. I just wanted a shot at winning, because otherwise there's no way I could compare to you."
“Huh, so all that stuff Simeon told you was true then?” Mammon says, surprised.
“Oh? Did you doubt my credentials, Mammon?” Simeon asks, placing his chin on his hand and looking at the Avatar of Greed with an amused glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Uh…”
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Woah woah woah, calm down there, Levi!” Mammon exclaims from the audience, jumping back up.
You step back, putting your hands up in surrender. "Hey, no, I'm not! It's just-"
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, clearly not listening to anything you're saying, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
{(if: $mammon >= 5)[As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Mammon rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Mammon calls, gritting his teeth. “Dammit, I’m not gonna make it in time…!”
Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.]
(else:)[Levi lunges forward before you can run away, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.]}
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >=4)[[[Leave the council room.->27.11 (sweet Mams)]]]
(else:)[[Leave the council room.->27.12]]}Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“You know, I don’t even care about this whole competition thing, honestly,” Levi interjects, looking at you. “I mean, I already know how this is going to end. I’m only doing this because it gives me a chance to show off my encyclopedic knowledge of TSL to everyone!”
Before you can reply, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
You smile at Beel from your position on the stage and he flashes you a thumbs up. After all his help in preparing for the competition, as well as his wish of good luck to you before you came here, it almost seems like you might be friends. Maybe.
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]}
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers. Beel claps supportively from this audience, as do the exchange sudents.
“Oh come on. Anyone could’ve gotten that right,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “It’s, like, the literal basics of TSL.”
Asmo ignores him, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi gloats, stealing a smug glance at you.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies, curt as ever.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself. It was Beel who had told you this fact, actually, since he mentioned they were delicious and tasted much like cheeseburgers. Seeing him munching on them in the corner helped you remember the answer.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says, annoyance flashing on his face. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“Whatever, they’re still so easy for me that I’m ready to fall asleep here. How long are we gonna keep this charade up? This is getting boring…”
Beel locks eyes with you from across the room, nodding his head to let you know that it's time.
"Levi, you may think you know so much more than me about TSL, but I can still say that I have knowledge you don't," you say as confidently as possible.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“ROLFMAO! loooooooooool!” Levi laughs.
“Right, um, okay…I have no idea what you’re saying, but clearly you don’t see this as a threat…well! In any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine, ending with “That’s why I know more about TSL than you”. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Levi, calm down!" Beel says, abandoning his burgers and standing up in alarm.
"Deep breaths," Satan calls. Tension flits briefly across his normally impassive face, but it's gone as quick as it came.
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts from the audience as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Beel rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Beel calls, sounding more worried than you've ever heard him.
Before he can reach you, Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
[[Leave the council room.->27.13]]Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“Good luck,” Levi says, turning to you. "You'll need it."
Before you can figure out if he's being nice or just mocking you, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
You smile at Beel from your position on the stage and he flashes you a thumbs up. After all his help in preparing for the competition, as well as his wish of good luck to you before you came here, it almost seems like you might be friends. Maybe.
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement, laughing.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers. Beel claps supportively from the audience, as do the exchange students.
“Oh come on. That's the literal basics of TSL,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “You need better to think of better questions, Asmo.” He pauses for a moment, then turns to you, looking conflicted. "I guess it's good you got it right though. Not that's you'll win! But. Yeah."
You raise an eyebrow, confused. It seems like he's in a dilemma with himself over whether or not he wants you to win...Maybe he wants the friendship, but has too much pride to let you beat him? Huh.
Asmo ignores his comment, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi grins, stealing a prideful look at you that bears semblance to a kid wanting approval from their parents.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles from the audience, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies, curt as ever.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself. It was Beel who had told you this fact, actually, since he mentioned they were delicious and tasted much like cheeseburgers. Seeing him munching on them in the corner helped you remember the answer.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says as you stifle a laugh. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“And anyway, how long will this go on? I have a Destiny 2 raid starting soon and I promised my guild I'd join.”
Beel locks eyes with you from across the room, nodding his head to let you know that it's time.
"Levi, you may think you know so much more than me about TSL, but I can still say that I have knowledge you don't," you say as confidently as possible.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“LMAO! There's nothing $he could know that I don't," Levi says confidently.
“Well, in any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
"Hey, I'm sorry..." you wince, feeling guilty at Levi's disraught expression. "I didn't intend to make you feel bad. I just wanted a shot at winning, because otherwise there's no way I could compare to you."
“Huh, so all that stuff Simeon told you was true then?” Mammon says, surprised.
“Oh? Did you doubt my credentials, Mammon?” Simeon asks, placing his chin on his hand and looking at the Avatar of Greed with an amused glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Uh…”
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Woah woah woah, calm down there, Levi!” Mammon exclaims from the audience, jumping back up.
You step back, putting your hands up in surrender. "Hey, no, I'm not! It's just-"
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, clearly not listening to anything you're saying, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Beel rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Beel calls, sounding more worried than you've ever heard him.
Before he can reach you, Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
[[Leave the council room. ->27.13]]“All ya had to do was run away from my idiot of a brother, but ya couldn’t even do THAT fast enough,” Mammon scolds, holding your wrist up to inspect it. The two of you are sitting on your bed now since he followed you after the competition ended.
“Excuse me for not being able to outrun a literal demon lord,” you shoot back, wincing as Mammon tries to clean the cut from Levi’s tail. “Why are you even here if you’re just gonna lecture me?”
“Well, //someone’s// gotta look after ya,” the Avatar of Greed grumbles, clumsily wrapping bandages around your wrist.
“You’re not doing a very good job of it, though,” you say, a corner of your mouth lifting as Mammon struggles to secure the bandages in place.
“Shaddap! I’ve never had to wrap someone’s wrist with bandages, okay?! I’ve got no idea how it works!”
“Then why’d you come here?” you ask quizzically. “I could’ve just taken care of this myself, you know. The cut isn’t that bad.”
“'Cause…um…” Mammon hesitates for a second, hands pausing. “There’s somethin’ I want ya to know.” You look at him questioningly, and he goes on, cheeks growing a darker shade of red with every word. “...Listen. The next time your life’s in danger, I’m gonna be the one to save ya, alright? Don’t you forget that…and if I can’t manage to save ya, then make sure ya die, got it?!”
You just stare at the demon for a second, then burst out laughing.
“Wh- why the fuck are ya laughin’?!” Mammon sputters.
“Nothing, nothing, sorry,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I actually die next time.”
“Hey, that’s not the point, ya dummy! I’m serious! I don’t want no one else steppin’ in and savin’ you, alright?! ''It’s me or no one'', understand?!”
The smile on your face softens. “Okay, okay, got it. But why? Weren’t you just saying a few weeks ago how if I got eaten or something, you don’t care?”
“That’s- that doesn’t matter!” Mammon argues, looking away. “It’s my job, that’s the only reason why I said that…”
“Uh huh. You could just admit I’ve grown on you,” you tease, causing the tips of Mammon’s ears to go pink.
“Yeah right!” Before either of you can say more, however, your D.D.D. pings, and you pick it up to see the one contact you expect the least:
//$leviName//.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reply to his message and meet up. ->28.1]]“Finally,” Levi says when you step through the door of the planetarium. “I’ve been waiting for you to show up.” He seems to have calmed down and is back in his human form, no longer sporting the tail and horns.
“...Hey,” you say cautiously. “You okay now? They called it a draw, you know.”
“I know,” Levi says, mouth set in a thin line. “That’s not the point, though. Do you know why I called you here?”
“Uh…no? Why?”
“Well, you remember why we had that TSL competition in the first place, right? And I told you that if I won, I’d enter a pact with you,” Levi says.
“Wait wha-” You most certainly do not remember him agreeing to make a pact with you, but the demon plows on.
“That little trump card of yours was a real dirty trick you played, but a promise is a promise, after all. It really pains me to say this, but…I’ll do it. I’ll make a pact with you.”
“Oh, uh…thanks,” you say, taken aback, and as soon as the words leave your mouth, a searing pain erupts across the inside of your right wrist - the envy symbol.
Well, that...was easy. Surprisingly. But now what?
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Befriend Levi.->End]]Your hands are shaking when you finally get to your room and sink down onto your bed.
That...was scary. You admit it.
You're well aware of the situation down here, the danger you face living with demon lords, but it never truly intimidated you til now. The brothers look so //human// and act so normal too, just like people back in the human world.
To think that they actually have demon //forms// and tails and horns and-
Why is that even a surprise to you?
Still, you're just glad you made it out alive. Levi was seriously angry, and that could have gone VERY badly. Thank goodness it only resulted in your side being bruised and your wrist cut slightly.
You reach over and get a first aid kit from your nightstand, carefully wrapping bandages around your wrist as you think back on the events of the day. How will you even face Levi now, much less //live// with him?
Before you can agonize more over this, though, your D.D.D. pings, and you pick it up to see the one contact you expect the least:
//$leviName//.
Well, speak of the devil. Literally.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reply to his message and meet up. ->28.1]]Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“You know, I don’t even care about this whole competition thing, honestly,” Levi interjects, looking at you. “I mean, I already know how this is going to end. I’m only doing this because it gives me a chance to show off my encyclopedic knowledge of TSL to everyone!”
Before you can reply, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers.
“Oh come on. Anyone could’ve gotten that right,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “It’s, like, the literal basics of TSL.”
Asmo ignores him, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi gloats, stealing a smug glance at you.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
you
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says, annoyance flashing on his face. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“Whatever, they’re still so easy for me that I’m ready to fall asleep here. How long are we gonna keep this charade up? This is getting boring…”
Mammon jumps up from his seat in the audience, motioning to you. “Alright $name, it’s time to pull out the big guns! Let’s see how Levi here likes your trump card!”
Levi looks questioningly between the two of you. “What is he going on about now?”
“Levi, you’re way too full o’ yourself. That’s why we’re boutta reach inside ya, yank out that pride, and crush it like a bug!” Mammon declares.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“ROLFMAO! loooooooooool!” Levi laughs.
“Right, um, okay…I have no idea what you’re saying, but clearly you don’t see this as a threat…well! In any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine, ending with “That’s why I know more about TSL than you”. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
“Huh, so all that stuff Simeon told you was true then?” Mammon says, surprised.
“Oh? Did you doubt my credentials, Mammon?” Simeon asks, placing his chin on his hand and looking at the Avatar of Greed with an amused glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Uh…”
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Woah woah woah, calm down there, Levi!” Mammon exclaims from the audience, jumping back up.
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Mammon rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Mammon calls, gritting his teeth. “Dammit, I’m not gonna make it in time…!”
Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >=4)[[[Leave the council room.->27.21 (sweet Mams)]]]
(else:)[[Leave the council room.->27.22]]}Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“Good luck,” Levi says, turning to you. "You'll need it."
Before you can figure out if he's being nice or just mocking you, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement, laughing.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers.
“Oh come on. That's the literal basics of TSL,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “You need better to think of better questions, Asmo.” He pauses for a moment, then turns to you, looking conflicted. "I guess it's good you got it right though. Not that's you'll win! But. Yeah."
You raise an eyebrow, confused. It seems like he's in a dilemma with himself over whether or not he wants you to win...Maybe he wants the friendship, but has too much pride to let you beat him? Huh.
Asmo ignores his comment, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi grins, stealing a prideful look at you that bears semblance to a kid wanting approval from their parents.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles from the audience, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies, curt as ever.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says as you stifle a laugh. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“And anyway, how long will this go on? I have a Destiny 2 raid starting soon and I promised my guild I'd join.”
Mammon jumps up from his seat in the audience, motioning to you. “Alright $name, it’s time to pull out the big guns! Let’s see how Levi here likes your trump card!”
Levi looks questioningly between the two of you. “What is he going on about now?”
“Levi, you’re way too full o’ yourself. That’s why we’re boutta reach inside ya, yank out that pride, and crush it like a bug!” Mammon declares.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“LMAO! There's nothing $he could know that I don't," Levi says confidently.
“Well, in any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
"Hey, I'm sorry..." you wince, feeling guilty at Levi's disraught expression. "I didn't intend to make you feel bad. I just wanted a shot at winning, because otherwise there's no way I could compare to you."
“Huh, so all that stuff Simeon told you was true then?” Mammon says, surprised.
“Oh? Did you doubt my credentials, Mammon?” Simeon asks, placing his chin on his hand and looking at the Avatar of Greed with an amused glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Uh…”
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Woah woah woah, calm down there, Levi!” Mammon exclaims from the audience, jumping back up.
You step back, putting your hands up in surrender. "Hey, no, I'm not! It's just-"
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, clearly not listening to anything you're saying, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
{(if: $mammon >= 5)[As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Mammon rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Mammon calls, gritting his teeth. “Dammit, I’m not gonna make it in time…!”
Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.]
(else:)[Levi lunges forward before you can run away, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.]}
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >=4)[[[Leave the council room.->27.21 (sweet Mams)]]]
(else:)[[Leave the council room.->27.22]]}Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“You know, I don’t even care about this whole competition thing, honestly,” Levi interjects, looking at you. “I mean, I already know how this is going to end. I’m only doing this because it gives me a chance to show off my encyclopedic knowledge of TSL to everyone!”
Before you can reply, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
You smile at Beel from your position on the stage and he flashes you a thumbs up. After all his help in preparing for the competition, as well as his wish of good luck to you before you came here, it almost seems like you might be friends. Maybe.
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers. Beel claps supportively from this audience, as do the exchange sudents.
“Oh come on. Anyone could’ve gotten that right,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “It’s, like, the literal basics of TSL.”
Asmo ignores him, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi gloats, stealing a smug glance at you.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies, curt as ever.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself. It was Beel who had told you this fact, actually, since he mentioned they were delicious and tasted much like cheeseburgers. Seeing him munching on them in the corner helped you remember the answer.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says, annoyance flashing on his face. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“Whatever, they’re still so easy for me that I’m ready to fall asleep here. How long are we gonna keep this charade up? This is getting boring…”
Beel locks eyes with you from across the room, nodding his head to let you know that it's time.
"Levi, you may think you know so much more than me about TSL, but I can still say that I have knowledge you don't," you say as confidently as possible.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“ROLFMAO! loooooooooool!” Levi laughs.
“Right, um, okay…I have no idea what you’re saying, but clearly you don’t see this as a threat…well! In any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine, ending with “That’s why I know more about TSL than you”. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Levi, calm down!" Beel says, abandoning his burgers and standing up in alarm.
"Deep breaths," Satan calls. Tension flits briefly across his normally impassive face, but it's gone as quick as it came.
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts from the audience as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Beel rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Beel calls, sounding more worried than you've ever heard him.
Before he can reach you, Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
[[Leave the council room->27.23]]Saturday morning comes too soon, and everyone gathers in the student councel where you had first shown up in the Devildom.
“Alright, everyone!” Asmo announces, standing on the stage with you and Levi. “Finally, the wait is over! It’s time for Devil’s Trivia Showdown, the quiz that pits demon against human!”
Clapping and whoops sound out through the room.
“Today, our competitors will be testing their knowledge regarding a super-famous, super-popular fantasy series, one that’s known by young and old alike…The Tale of the Seven Lords! Now, it’s time to introduce our two competitors. First, he’s a demon who freely admits to being a giant TSL nerd…meet Leviathan!”
Levi steps forward, raising his hands into the air. “I am the G. O. A. T. None can oppose me!”
“And his challenger claims to have been introduced to TSL only very recently after binge-watching the DVDs! Say hello to $name!”
This time it’s you who steps forward and waves. “Hey.”
You smile when you see that Simeon and Solomon came out to support you, clapping and giving you a thumbs up.
“Good luck,” Levi says, turning to you. "You'll need it."
Before you can figure out if he's being nice or just mocking you, Asmo continues his introductions. “Serving as judge for today’s competition is our very own Demon Lord himself, Diavolo!”
“Hello there, everyone. Good to see you,” Diavolo smiles from the chancellor’s seat.
“Color commentary will be provided by Satan, Avatar of Wrath, but a good commentator needs to keep a cool head. I wonder, is he really up to the task?” Asmo says dramatically, and Satan rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Now, say hello to our guest demon, the always-famished Beelzebub! For his appearance fee, he requested to be compensated in cheeseburgers,” Asmo says, wincing. “How very…//Beel// of him.”
“Nothing beats one of Hell Kitchen’s special cheeseburgers,” Beel says happily around a mouthful of burger. “They age the cheese 4000 years for maximum flavor.”
You smile at Beel from your position on the stage and he flashes you a thumbs up. After all his help in preparing for the competition, as well as his wish of good luck to you before you came here, it almost seems like you might be friends. Maybe.
“Aaaand your host for today is none other than yours truly, Asmodeus!” Asmo finalizes, blowing a kiss to the “audience” (which is literally just the brothers, Diavolo, his butler, and the other exchange students). “The demon who can make you swoon simply by whispering into your ear~ You all know me, and you all love me!”
You and Levi both facepalm. “I don’t even know how he can be so full of himself all the time,” the Avatar of Envy grumbles, and you nod in agreement, laughing.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)}[“Alright, alright, this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Mammon calls from the audience, annoyed. “Just get the show on the road already!”
“I thought you hated wasting your time at events like these, Mammon, yet here you are,” Lucifer smirks beside him. “Truly, wonders never cease.”
“Shaddup!” he shoots back, red creeping up his cheeks. “I’ve just got some free time, that’s all.”
“Or perhaps you came to root for $name?” Lucifer’s smirk grows bigger, and Mammon’s cheeks grow redder as he sputters an excuse.
“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo interrupts, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
{(else:)}[“Well then, we’ll start with you, $name!” Asmo announces, turning to face you. “First question! The seven lords are all brothers, and each has a specific name that people know them by. In birth order, name the oldest, second-oldest, and third-oldest lords.”]
“Lord of Corruption, Lord of Fools, and Lord of Shadow,” you answer easily.
“Well, how about that - you’re absolutely correct! Way to start the game off on the right foot, $name!” he cheers. Beel claps supportively from the audience, as do the exchange students.
“Oh come on. That's the literal basics of TSL,” Levi scoffs, crossing his arms. “You need better to think of better questions, Asmo.” He pauses for a moment, then turns to you, looking conflicted. "I guess it's good you got it right though. Not that's you'll win! But. Yeah."
You raise an eyebrow, confused. It seems like he's in a dilemma with himself over whether or not he wants you to win...Maybe he wants the friendship, but has too much pride to let you beat him? Huh.
Asmo ignores his comment, smile still present on his face. “Alright Levi, now it’s your turn! In what year did the Lord of Shadow build the Blue Palace for his imaginary mistress?”
“Year 693 of the ancient era,” he answers almost immediately.
“Correct! What an impressive showing from the self-proclaimed TSL nerd!” Asmo praises.
“In me you bear witness to a legend!” Levi grins, stealing a prideful look at you that bears semblance to a kid wanting approval from their parents.
“Even so, is it just me or was that question a little TOO specific?” Satan cuts in, wincing. “Only a //mega// nerd would know that.”
Diavolo chuckles from the audience, “Hehe. This is shaping up to be quite entertaining, isn’t it, Lucifer?” Huh, looks like he ditched his high pedestal to go sit next to the Avatar of Pride instead…weird.
“I’m glad you find it to your liking, Diavolo,” Lucifer replies, curt as ever.
“Alright, back to you now, $name! Get ready for question number two!” Asmo announces. “The sixth lord is the Lord of Flies. What does he love to eat more than anything else?”
“A cursed goat tartare sandwich with cheese,” you say after stopping to think for a moment. “I think.”
“Correct!” the Avatar of Lust says, looking surprised. “Very impressive! That was a tough one - you really //do// know your stuff, don’t you?!”
“Somewhat,” you smile, pleased with yourself. It was Beel who had told you this fact, actually, since he mentioned they were delicious and tasted much like cheeseburgers. Seeing him munching on them in the corner helped you remember the answer.
“Now, back to Mr. Reliable himself, Levi! In the Tale of the Seven Lords volume 3, page 724, what does the Lord of Fools say in the fifth line from the top?”
Levi pauses for a second as if imagining the page, then replies, “Money is my dearest friend and closest companion. It is everything to me. The blood bonds I share with my brothers are like the weak, wispy threads of a spider by comparison.”
Your jaw drops at this, along with practically everyone else’s. How the hell did he know that?! There are 8 huge books in this series but he still has that memorized?!?!??
“Amazing! That’s correct, an exact match word for word!” Asmo gushes after regaining his composure.
…Why does it feel more and more like these lords are based on the brothers, though? First the credit card incident, then the Lord of Flies having insanely gluttonous tendencies, and now the Lord of Fools being in love with money…
Wait. Then…the Lord of Emptiness and his rebellion might be…
“Alright, moving on..it’s your turn now, $name!” Asmo calls, interrupting your thoughts. “Say hello to question number three! This is regarding the fifth brother, the Lord of Lechery. Who does he love more than anyone else?”
“Himself,” you answer right away - that lord is an utter narcissist.
“Well, well, well! Excellent! You are absolutely right!” the Avatar of Lust smiles. “So, the fifth lord loves himself above all else. I like that. He sounds like my type of guy.”
//…More like he IS you, not just your type of guy//, you can’t help but think. It’s all too much of a coincidence not to be true, especially considering that Simeon wrote the series and knew the brothers beforehand. The only question is how he predicted everything...The credit card fiasco only happened after you came into the Devildom, yet these books have been out for ages.
How utterly //mystifying//...
“Yeah okay, now hurry up! It’s my turn,” Levi butts in.
Asmo nods. “In volume 4 of the DVD series, at exactly 159 minutes and 35 seconds in, what is the Lord of Masks holding in his left hand?”
“He’s holding a flower from a carnivorous grodoodle plant grown by the Lord of Corruption,” Levi says.
The Avatar of Lust’s sunset eyes widen at this. “Excellent! That only flashed on screen for the briefest of moments, yet you still caught it! Amazing! Your knowledge is truly extensive! In fact, I’d even say it’s //creepy//!”
“Hey, shut up,” Levi says as you stifle a laugh. “Also, is it just me or have all of my questions been way harder than $name’s? Like, //suspiciously// harder.”
You gulp; you noticed that as well, but there’s no way you can compete with how good Levi is at this! Luckily, though, the Avatar of Envy moves on without waiting for an answer.
“And anyway, how long will this go on? I have a Destiny 2 raid starting soon and I promised my guild I'd join.”
Beel locks eyes with you from across the room, nodding his head to let you know that it's time.
"Levi, you may think you know so much more than me about TSL, but I can still say that I have knowledge you don't," you say as confidently as possible.
“Wow! It sounds to me like the gauntlet has just been thrown down - $name has some sort of trump card to use against Levi!” Asmo exclaims excitedly.
“Well well well, this is getting interesting…” Diavolo murmurs, leaning forward in his seat.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our color commentator,” Asmo says, raising his eyebrows at his brother. “Satan, what do you think this could be about?”
“Well, it’s not very surprising that $name would come into this with a secret weapon,” Satan says cooly, looking awfully satisfied with himself. “It seems that the advice I gave is about to pay some diamonds. Excellent.”
Asmo gasps theatrically. “Wait just a second…Satan, are you telling us that you provided aid to $name? How very wicked of you! Now $he actually might have a chance to win this competition…Levi, what’s running through your mind right now?!”
“LMAO! There's nothing $he could know that I don't," Levi says confidently.
“Well, in any case, let’s find out what this trump card of $name could be!”
With that, you proceed to summarize all the major plot developments of TSL’s unreleased volume nine. Levi’s face contorts from surprise to disbelief and then, finally, rage.
“Wh…what…? NO! That’s insane…the Lord of Masks would never do that to the Lord of Shadow! Lies, all of it! Pure hogwash! Don’t think you can fool me by making up random stuff like that!”
“Hmm…actually, $name doesn’t appear to be lying, as far as I can see,” Diavolo mentions, casting his gaze upon you, and Levi grows pale.
“Levi, you know as well as I do that Lord Diavolo has the ability to discern whether or not someone is telling the truth,” Satan smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“B-b-but…no…! Everyone online has been talking about how the Lord of Masks and Lord of Shadow are totally gonna make up…What you said CAN’T happen! It…it just can’t!” Levi wails, distraught.
"Hey, I'm sorry..." you wince, feeling guilty at Levi's disraught expression. "I didn't intend to make you feel bad. I just wanted a shot at winning, because otherwise there's no way I could compare to you."
“Huh, so all that stuff Simeon told you was true then?” Mammon says, surprised.
“Oh? Did you doubt my credentials, Mammon?” Simeon asks, placing his chin on his hand and looking at the Avatar of Greed with an amused glimmer in his blue eyes.
“Uh…”
“Woah, um…well, I guess that settles who the true TSL nerd is…” Asmo announces, eyes still wide as saucers.
“...I WON’T stand for this,” Levi interrupts, face darkening. The air surrounding him grows colder, and he turns to you. “All you did was stay up one night marathoning the DVDs. The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”
“Woah woah woah, calm down there, Levi!” Mammon exclaims from the audience, jumping back up.
You step back, putting your hands up in surrender. "Hey, no, I'm not! It's just-"
“No…no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIIIS!” Levi yells, clearly not listening to anything you're saying, and the air around him flashes bright orange. When he reappears, he is no longer wearing his oversized jacket and sweatpants - no, he looks much more demonic than before. Branched horns protrude from his head, and he’s wearing a black zipped hoodie with white scale patterns on it. Similar-shaped black-and-blue scales mark his neck, and a reptilian tail swings angrily behind him as he glares at you.
“Uh oh…$name, run! Get out of there!” Mammon shouts as your eyes widen. It’s the first time you have ever seen any of the brothers in demon form, and it confirms that they are definitely not as human as they appear to be at first.
As you frantically back away from Levi, stumbling over the stage boards, Beel rushes through the audience seats, trying to get to you before the Avatar of Envy does.
“$name!” Beel calls, sounding more worried than you've ever heard him.
Before he can reach you, Levi lunges forward, seizing your arm, and the world goes fuzzy for a second as his tail whips harshly against your side. Suddenly, though, dark blue erupts where you’re standing, and a cold voice rings through the air.
“That’s enough, Levi.”
You shake your head, regaining your bearings, and look up to see Lucifer, also in his demon form. Four enormous black feathered wings fan behind him, and horns sit atop his head as well. He’s wearing a sweeping black coat now and has a diamond mark on his forehead.
Yanking Levi off of you, Lucifer glares down at his brother. “I believe you were going to settle this via a QUIZ, were you not? Not through violence. You’re out of control, Levi.”
“L-Lucifer…” Levi lets out, going ghostly white.
“Unbelievable! Just as Levi was about to strike, who should step in but the one and only Lucifer himself! Simply incredible!” Asmo exclaims, still commentating, and Diavolo shakes his head, getting up.
“Asmodeus, I think it’s best if you cease the game show talk now. This has gotten much more serious than a simple showdown,” the demon price says gravely. “I am sorry, $name. I did not mean to put you in danger.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face. “You couldn't have foretold that this would happen.”
“He’s right,” Lucifer says firmly. “Levi, go back to your room and cool off.”
Levi pauses, looking as if he will defy the command, and Diavolo steps in, sounding more serious and regal than you have ever heard him sound. “Levi? You heard what he said, correct?”
“...Yeah,” the Avatar of Envy finally mumbles, looking down at his feet. He slinks off without saying anything else, fists clenched and tail drooping.
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[“What is it, Mammon?” Lucifer asks after helping you stand up. “You look like you want to say something.”
“...No. I don’t wanna say nothin’,” Mammon denies, but he has a strange, troubled look on his face.]
}
“So, what are we going to do now? How are we supposed to have our competition without Levi?” Asmo asks.
“Is that really your biggest concern?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I suppose this just means that the competition is a draw,” Diavolo answers instead. “Neither of them won.”
[[Leave the council room. ->27.23]]“If you insist,” you sigh, and Mammon beams.
“THAT’S more like it!” {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
Strangely enough, the Avatar of Greed seems to know his way around the kitchen. You watch him pull out ingredients with ease, surprised. Given how…//volatile// Mammon is, you honestly expected him to burn down the place after overboiling water or something.
“Oi, $name! Ya gonna just stand there or actually help me out?!”
“I will, I will,” you say. “But first, what are you even making?”
“Some ghoul waffles,” Mammon answers.
“Ghoul…waffles?”
“Yeah. Kinda like your human world waffles but they got a special ingredient - ghost wisps.”
“What the…that’s weird but pretty cool,” you comment, walking over to look over Mammon’s shoulder as he takes out a strange vial of what looks like fog.
“Ain’t seen nothin’ like it up in your world, huh? It’s good though, like eatin’ clouds,” he grins.
“Wow.” You head over and rummage around in cabinets until you find flour, then bring it towards Mammon to help out. There’s a weird, uneven floorboard, however, that you don’t see, and you stumble. Luckily no one’s hurt, but…there’s a huge white powdery spot on Mammon’s black shirt now. Oops.
“Oi!” the demon protests, grabbing a fistful of the flour inside the bag in your hands and throwing it at the your t-shirt. “There, now we’re even.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Roll your eyes and clean up. Lucifer's going to be pissed if you dirty the kitchen. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1.21 (responsible)]]
[[Throw flour back at Mammon in revenge. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1.22 (war)]]"I'm tired, Mammon," you sigh, and he pouts.
"Fine fine, whatever."
"I can make it up to you another time, though?" you offer, and he brightens a little.
"Ya better hold yourself to that!"
With a little smile, you reach out and entwine your pinkie finger with Mammon's for a second before letting his hand drop.
"Promise."
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[[[Go back to bed. ->Special Scene Mammon 2-2]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.21 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.22 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.23 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Go back to bed. ->26.24 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}You roll your eyes, swiping at your shirt to dust the flour off. "Really, Mammon? I didn't know you were this petty," you grin teasingly.
"Hey, I am NOT!" he huffs, crossing his arms. He looks so much like a pouty child that you can't help but let a little amused smile spread across your face as you stoop down and start cleaning the flour off the ground.
"A little help here?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at the demon who's just standing there for some reason.
He groans, "Fiiine..." You both work together to have the kitchen pristine again in no time, going back to making ghoul waffles again.
Only, Mammon trips over that same floorboard again and spills cinnamon everywhere this time.
"Mammonnnn!" you laugh, facepalming. The poor kitchen is not ready for you klutzes.
[[Finish making breakfast->Special Scene Mammon 1-1.3]]“Oh? Starting a war now, are we?” You raise your eyebrows challengingly.
“Ha, you bet!”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea…but when you’re half asleep at like 5:30 in the morning, the part of your brain that makes rational decisions isn’t functioning well.
And so, that’s how you and Mammon end up on the kitchen floor, covered in flour, eggs (his fault), and cinnamon (your fault). You’re both laughing your heads off, though, definitely awake now, even though breakfast is nowhere near ready. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[(Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.)]//
“...What in the world?” a voice asks, and your heads snap up to see a very confused Satan staring at the mess in front of him.
“...Uh,” you let out, looking at Mammon with wide eyes. “We can explain…?”
“Save it,” Satan sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t want to know.”
Mammon leaps up from the floor{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[, yanking you to your feet as well]}. “Wait wait, don’t tell Lucifer!” (Seems he says that a lot, apparently.)
Satan pauses for a moment, considering his options, before crossing his arms. “Fine, but you owe me one.”
“Thank you thank you,” you breathe, clasping your hands together.
“It’s nothing.”
“Alright, where do we even start with cleaning this,” you groan, looking at the mess after Satan leaves.
“I dunno, but Lucifer’s gonna have my head if breakfast ain’t ready when he comes down, so we should cook first.”
“Alright, if you say so…”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Cook breakfast. ->Special Scene Mammon 1-1.3]]//''Special scene'' - (text-colour:#ddc551)[Congratulations on reaching intimacy level $mammon with Mammon!]//
“I can’t believe Lucifer actually made us do that,” Mammon complains that night, flopping onto your bed after the two of you spend hours scrubbing bathroom floors. “I even TOLD him that we gotta review for Levi’s nerd showdown so ya don’t die, but he didn’t give a shit!”
“Seriously, it was terrible," you sigh, actually agreeing with the demon for once. "But still, why are you here?"
"I haven't got anythin' better to do," Mammon says, his words muffled because he has an arm flung over his face.
"Oh really? You could just say I'm fun to hang out with, you know," you grin, leaning back in your desk chair. It seems you're growing on Mammon...heh. He won't admit it, but it's obvious.
"Yeah right," Mammon scoffs. "Tell yourself that all ya want."
“Sure. Anyway, wanna watch a movie or something?” you offer, getting up and stretching. “We never did have that House of Lamentation movie night, huh.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about it.” Mammon yawns, rubbing his eyes. “Man, I’m tired as hell.”
“Then go to your room and sleep,” you say.
“But it’s so faaar…” he whines dramatically. “I’ll probably collapse on my way. C’mon $name, lemme sleep over.”
“Really? You can’t even walk five steps to your room?” you laugh, shaking your head. “Fine, do whatever, but I’m not giving up my bed.”
“Good. Turn on an action movie then,” Mammon gestures, scooting over to make room for you. You oblige, pulling up some random movie on DevilTube and settling down next to him. {(set: $mammon to it +1)}//(text-colour:#ddc551)[Your intimacy level with Mammon has increased to $mammon.]//
“This is giving me flashbacks to our TSL marathon,” you chuckle.
“Ugh yeah, that was hell,” Mammon groans, running a hand through his fluffy white hair. “I’m never doin’ it again.”
“Let’s hope it pays off, then…and that I win tomorrow’s TSL competition against Levi.”
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)
(if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.21 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.22 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.23 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.24 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}“Mammon. What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time? And you dragged $name into it, too?” Lucifer says disapprovingly at the dining table, looking up and down the two of you who are currently covered in cooking ingredients. You were able to clean the kitchen before he came down, but didn't have enough time to go wash off the stuff that stuck to your clothes and skin.
“...Makin’ breakfast?”
“This must be a new fashion look,” Beel comments from his seat. “I like it.”
“Sure,” Asmo says, giggling and snapping a quick pic.
“OI, I saw that! Delete it!” Mammon protests, but Lucifer puts a hand out to stop him before he can grab Asmo’s phone.
“Both of you, go shower immediately. I expect you to be on cleaning duty for the next week as punishment for the mess you’ve made.”
…Dammit.
Before you can go back upstairs to your rooms, however, the doorbell sounds. You open it, with Mammon following, and your eyes blow wide at the sight of Solomon standing on the other side.
"Hey! We didn't get to cook together the other day, so I brought some food that I made instead!" Solomon greets. "Except also, what the fuck. Are you two making a fashion statement or something?"
"Why does everyone keep askin' that?" Mammon grumbles.
“It was a, uh…happy accident?” you explain. “Haha…”
Solomon laughs, amused. "I swear, there is never a dull moment in the House of Lamentation. It's hilarious."
"Are ya just here to make fun of us?" Mammon deadpans, crossing his arms.
"No, no, believe me, that was a compliment." Solomon grins toothily. "Anyway, I'd better get going. Have fun~!" With a wave, he leaves after shoving the box of "food" into your arms.
“Was that Solomon?” Asmo calls from the dining room.
"Yeah," you answer, walking back to the table. "He brought food." Asmo's happy expression immediately morphs into one of fear.
"...Ah."
"I don't wanna die today..." Beel mumbles, looking at the box of Solomon's cooking as if it's a toxic poison.
The sorcerer was right, really. Nothing's ever boring with these overdramatic idiots. Poor Solomon.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
{(if: $mammon is >= 5)[[[Go clean both yourself and the House of Lamentation ->Special Scene Mammon 2-2]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.21 (bad Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withmams is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.22 (good Levi, w Mams)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is true and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.23 (bad Levi, w Beel)]]]
(else-if: $badlevi is false and $withbeel is true)[[[Partake in the competition. ->26.24 (good Levi, w Beel)]]]}Your hands are shaking when you finally get to your room and sink down onto your bed.
That...was scary. You admit it.
You're well aware of the situation down here, the danger you face living with demon lords, but it never truly intimidated you til now. The brothers look so //human// and act so normal too, just like people back in the human world.
To think that they actually have demon //forms// and tails and horns and-
Why is that even a surprise to you?
Still, you're just glad you made it out alive. Levi was seriously angry, and that could have gone VERY badly. Thank goodness it only resulted in your side being bruised and your wrist cut slightly.
You reach over and get a first aid kit from your nightstand, carefully wrapping bandages around your wrist as you think back on the events of the day. How will you even face Levi now, much less //live// with him?
Before you can agonize more over this, though, your D.D.D. pings, and you pick it up to see the one contact you expect the least:
//$leviName//.
Well, speak of the devil. Literally.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reply to his message and meet up. ->28.2]]“All ya had to do was run away from my idiot of a brother, but ya couldn’t even do THAT fast enough,” Mammon scolds, holding your wrist up to inspect it. The two of you are sitting on your bed now since he followed you after the competition ended.
“I was scared!” you exclaim, wincing as Mammon tries to clean the cut from Levi’s tail. “It's not every day you almost get killed by a demon lord. Why are you even here if you’re just gonna lecture me?”
“Well, //someone’s// gotta look after ya,” the Avatar of Greed grumbles, clumsily wrapping bandages around your wrist.
“You’re not doing a very good job of it, though,” you say, a corner of your mouth lifting as Mammon struggles to secure the bandages in place.
“Shaddap! I’ve never had to wrap someone’s wrist with bandages, okay?! I’ve got no idea how it works!”
“Then why did you come here?” you ask quizzically. “I could’ve just taken care of this myself, you know. The cut isn’t that bad.”
“'Cause…um…” Mammon hesitates for a second, hands pausing. “There’s somethin’ I want ya to know.” You look at him questioningly, and he goes on, cheeks growing a darker shade of red with every word. “...Listen. The next time your life’s in danger, I’m gonna be the one to save ya, alright? Don’t you forget that…and if I can’t manage to save ya, then make sure ya die, got it?!”
You just stare at the demon for a second, then burst out laughing.
“Wh- why the fuck are ya laughin’?!” Mammon sputters.
“Nothing, nothing, sorry,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I actually die next time.”
“Hey, that’s not the point, ya dummy! I’m serious! I don’t want no one else steppin’ in and savin’ you, alright?! ''It’s me or no one'', understand?!”
The smile on your face softens. “Okay, okay, got it. But why? Weren’t you just saying a few weeks ago how if I got eaten or something, you don’t care?”
“That’s- that doesn’t matter!” Mammon argues, looking away. “It’s my job, that’s the only reason why I said that…”
“Uh huh. You could just admit I’ve grown on you,” you tease, causing the tips of Mammon’s ears to go pink.
“Yeah right!” Before either of you can say more, however, your D.D.D. pings, and you pick it up to see the one contact you expect the least:
//$leviName//.
[[Reply to his message and meet up. ->28.2]]“Finally,” Levi says when you step through the door of the planetarium. “I’ve been waiting for you to show up.” He seems to have calmed down and is back in his human form, no longer sporting the tail and horns.
“...Hey,” you say cautiously. “You okay now? They called it a draw, you know.”
“I know,” Levi says, mouth set in a thin line. “That’s not the point, though. Do you know why I called you here?”
“Uh…no? Why?”
“Well, you remember why we had that TSL competition in the first place, right? And I told you that if I won, I’d enter a pact with you,” Levi says.
“Wait wha-” You most certainly do not remember him agreeing to make a pact with you, but the demon plows on.
“That little trump card of yours was a real dirty trick you played, but a promise is a promise, after all. It really pains me to say this, but…I’ll do it. I’ll make a pact with you.”
“Oh, uh…thanks,” you say, taken aback, and as soon as the words leave your mouth, a searing pain erupts across the inside of your right wrist - the envy symbol.
Well, that...was easy. Surprisingly. But now what?
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Befriend Levi.->End]]“Are you sure you're okay?” Beel asks, brow furrowed with worry as he holds your wrist up to inspect it. The two of you are sitting on your bed now since he followed you after the competition ended.
“Really, I'm okay,” you reassure, wincing as Beel carefully cleans the cut from Levi’s tail. “It doesn't hurt that bad; my side is just a bit bruised."
"Still, I'm glad Lucifer stepped in when he did. Levi's judgement gets a bit clouded over when he's angry."
"Yeah, me too."
"Still, he's not always like this. I want you to know that," Beel says, glancing at you before going back to tending your wrist. "He's shy and emotional, but also a really good friend that cares about those he's close to. I just want you to know that."
"He sounds wonderful, though I'll admit I haven't seen that side at all," you say wryly.
"He'll come around. I'm sure of it."
Before either of you can say more, however, your D.D.D. pings, and you pick it up to see the one contact you expect the least:
//$leviName//.
Speak of the devil. Literally.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reply to his message and meet up. ->28.1]]“Are you sure you're okay?” Beel asks, brow furrowed with worry as he holds your wrist up to inspect it. The two of you are sitting on your bed now since he followed you after the competition ended.
“Really, I'm okay,” you reassure, wincing as Beel carefully cleans the cut from Levi’s tail. “It doesn't hurt that bad; my side is just a bit bruised."
"Still, I'm glad Lucifer stepped in when he did. Levi's judgement gets a bit clouded over when he's angry."
"Yeah, me too."
"Still, he's not always like this. I want you to know that," Beel says, glancing at you before going back to tending your wrist. "He's shy and emotional, but also a really good friend that cares about those he's close to. I just want you to know that."
"He sounds wonderful, though I'll admit I haven't seen that side at all," you say wryly.
"He'll come around. I'm sure of it."
Before either of you can say more, however, your D.D.D. pings, and you pick it up to see the one contact you expect the least:
//$leviName//.
Speak of the devil. Literally.
{(set: $passage to (passage:)'s name)}
[[Reply to his message and meet up. ->28.2]]“So, what’s this all about, then?” Levi asks. “There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”
“What do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowed.
“Well, there’s no way a normie human like you would ask to make a pact with someone like me. You must’ve had some sort of ulterior motive,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Okay, I’ll get to that, but first of all,” you say, holding up a finger. “Didn’t you say you don’t call Solomon a normie because he likes TSL? Well now I know what you’re talking about too, so stop insulting me as well. There’s literally no reason for you to hate me.”
Annoyance flickers across Levi’s face. “You just watched TSL to beat me in that stupid competition. That doesn’t count.”
“But I actually liked it! Why doesn’t that count?!” you exclaim, crossing your arms.
“You don’t have to suck up to me any longer, you know,” Levi huffs. “I already made a pact with you. What more do you want?”
“Oh my god, Levi, I’m not sucking up to you,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Is it really so hard to believe that I actually like the same stuff as you??"
"Well yeah," Levi replies, making a face. "I'm a shut-in and an otaku. No one likes the same things as me."
...Yikes. Does he really think so little of himself? Or is that arrogance...? You can't figure this demon out for the life of you.
“Give me a list of everything that interests you,” you order.
“What?” Levi looks dumbfounded. “Why-”
“Just do it.”
“Um...anime, manga, cosplay, sewing, video games..."
Do you share any interests with Levi?
[[Yes->