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The Other Exchange Student?!

Synopsis: MC is thriving in the human world after the exchange program, when they hear a name they haven't heard in a LONG time

A.N. - Hello hello hello! It's me, the author of that "Bring Diaval Back Home" post! As self-proclaimed leader of the #BringDiavalBackHomeAgenda, I decided to take it upon myself to feed all Diaval-lovers with a fic about the dear demon. Diaval, you will not be forgotten 😭 Let me know if y'all want more Diaval content in the future because I wrote this while tired af and I'm not sure if it's up to standard alskjdlaskdja

[5:00 PM]

The NBSC Convention. One of the world's biggest international winter gatherings of tech geniuses and aspiring game-changers, all in the thriving mini-city of a convention hall, Jump Center. Large flashing billboards with colorful promotion videos lit up the arena in every direction you looked. People swarmed the spacious hall, fawning over robots, software displays, new computer models, and the latest architectural innovations.

You were standing in the future of mankind, in the most concentrated amalgam of ideas and excitement. You worked at the leading air-tech giant, Crandy, in New Tokyo after graduating from the exchange student program at RAD. As the leading engineer that came up with the ground-breaking discovery that landed you here in the convention, you were assigned to represent Crandy during the presentation.

You smoothed out your sleeve cuffs, a pleasant wine red shade to match the snug tie you had somehow gotten used to walking around in within months of working at Crandy. The white silk dress shirt seemed to become tighter as the minutes ticked by, the presentation window getting closer. You recalled how your secretary fretted over your outfit, emphasizing the importance of formal accessories.

You absentmindedly fiddled with the buttons on your cuffs, catching the wafting fragrance of strawberry bonbons from the perfume your aforementioned secretary had liberally sprayed (or drowned, rather) you with. You could almost feel your heart pounding inside your throat, ready to jump out at a moment's notice. Your hands were cold and dry; you could almost feel the blood pulsing within your fingertips. Taking a few deep breaths, you rocked back and forth in your shoes, relishing in the clicking noises the heels made against the glossy floor.

You'd come so far, from being an average student in literal hell, to tangling with demons and angels, and finally, pushing through university and coming out on top as one of the best employees Crandy had ever hired. Barbatos had known you'd be successful. "A little push towards excellence is all it takes," the royal butler had reminded you after pulling you aside from the others, on the day before you returned to the human world.

You wondered how everyone was back in the Devildom. Of course, you'd be visiting them next month anyways, but it had been a while since you last heard from them. A week, rather. Which was a little strange, consider how often how often the brothers would call and text you, showering you with notifications at any giving hour of the day. Perhaps they were busy? You COULD do with a few words of encouragement from them, to ease your frazzled nerves.

Maybe you were just experiencing pre-premiere jitters. You'd do perfectly fine during the presentation; you always did, never performing any less than what your 200% could bring to the table.

"Laksjdlaksjdlakjsdlakjsdlkajsldkjas" is what you'd say if you could vocally express how nervous you were, but that was probably Levi's thing. You had facetimed Solomon just moments before; he'd jokingly compared you to "a wolf in sheep's clothing", but you knew it was his back-handed way of reassuring you. He firmly believed that your ideas and inventions would blow all the competition off the counter.

The call had calmed you down a little, and you put on your best smile, complimenting all the other representatives at the convention while whispering words of encouragement. The more friends (read: investments) and allies you made here, the better. You'd heard all the excited gossip about Crandy's secret trump card (you), and it would serve you well to gain the audience's favor.

You glanced at the giant green holographic clock floating in the corner of the hall; half an hour until your presentation. There was no backing out now. Not even if you had to miss out on Taco Tuesday.

Especially if you had to miss out on Taco Tuesday.

You cleared your throat, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart down. Well, crap. What you had believed to be the intial audience was just the group of early-birds at the convention, as you watched hundreds of people start to pour in; the NBSC was going to be REALLY packed this year.

You were so caught up in fretting over how your presentation would go, that you almost didn't notice the two men passing by. The taller of the two wore a light blue suit and had tousled brown hair with blue eyes and the brightest grin you had ever seen; for a moment, you almost swore you could see a halo floating above his head. The other man had black hair so dark, it seemed to absorbing the light around him. He had a jaded smile tugging at the corners of his lips in permanent, mordant glee.

"Ah, if it isn't MC!" The taller man exclaimed cheerfully. You snapped your neck up to look at the men walking towards you; they seemed oddly familiar.

"...Michael?" You asked hesitantly, trying to recall Luke's descriptions of the seraphim he adored so much. The man nodded vigorously, looking extremely pleased to have been recognized. You looked at the other man, who barely seemed to acknowledge you. "And who's this?" you asked, tilting your head. He looked up, barely sparing you a glance before going back to tapping away on a...wait, was that a Blackberry???

How throwback-ish of you, unfamiliar-but-cinnamon-roll-esque-demon-man.

"This is Diaval!" Michael exclaimed matter-of-factly, as if that was supposed to clear everything up.

The name rang a bell. A very, very distant bell on top of a tower in a secluded village, but a loud enough bell, nonetheless. Diaval...?

"Wait, Diaval as in the demon exchange student?"

The other man's head snapped up immediately.

"How...do you know me?" he asked, expression wary. His eyes narrowed on your form, and the arm that was holding the Blackberry lowered to rest at his side.

"Didn't you know, Diaval? This is MC, the human exchange student that went to the Devildom when you came to the human world!" Michael explained, his voice tinged with obvious mirth. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh, Michael if you don't mind me asking...how did you meet Diaval?" You glanced at Diaval, attempting to soften your gaze. In return, his expression became less guarded, as if coming to a mutual agreement with you.

"Well I had a meeting with Diavolo and we decided that I should supervise Diaval in the human world since there was no substantial human authority to watch over him." Michael provided.

"That makes sense...but what are you guys doing at a tech convention?" You inquired, slightly laughing.

"Well the human world is significantly advanced with its technology...I suppose it has something to do with trying to utilize a short life to the fullest. It's actually quite common for demons and angels to visit and invest in rising businesses," The archangel gestured to the entire hall. "Diaval wanted to experience the human world a bit more before returning to the Devildom next month, so I thought it would be a good idea to bring him here with me!"

"Awww, that's very sweet of you!" You smiled at Michael.

"Oh, uh thanks..." he said, chuckling nervously and turning his attention to a booth nearby, becoming extremely interested in the brochures splayed across the table. You turned to the demon, who seemed slightly uncomfortable with the sudden lack of angel himbo energy.

"Hi Diaval, my name's MC!" You extended a hand, and he shook it firmly. "I'm going to be visiting the Devildom in a month as well, and it doesn't seem like Michael is going to be in charge for a while," You glanced at the seraphim, who was talking with the CEO of another tech company. "So...why don't we go around the convention together? A human showing you the human experience, how about it?"

"You'd do that?" Diaval's eyes seem to light up.

"Of course! It was getting kind of boring, waiting for my speech. This is more than a welcome distraction!" You chirped, waving an arm in the air to let Michael know that the two of you were going to explore

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the convention hall. You led Diaval to a booth that was holding a mini-presentation about holographic displays, aircraft and security systems.

"Y'know, a hellhound would've been so much more effective-" He mumbled under his breath, eyes fixated on a defense drone as it rose into the air and hovered over the crowd's heads.

"But can a hellhound deliver pizza to your door?" You countered, staring at the drone, which was now flying in lazy circles near a couple banners. Diaval snorted, picking up a pamphlet about 'the future of mankind!'. There were about twenty such 'future of mankind!'s in the room, and you were sure Barbatos would have a field day deducing which ones would succeed.

You proceeded to show Diaval VR gaming, self-building houses and sentient robots. Suffice to say, the demon was unsettled by the prospect of that last one.

"Robots that can walk and talk...of their own volition? Isn't that a little risky?" he asked apprehensively.

"Um well we have considered the possible unemployment that robot-run jobs could cause. Oh, and there's always the threat of robots taking over the world and killing all human life-" Diaval stared at you, horrified. You chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we've got it under control. Give them intelligence, but not too much."

You glanced at the green holographic clock again.

Crap.

"Diaval, buddy, I'm gonna have to leave you for a second there, I have a speech in three minutes and I have to be all the way in the west wing of the hall." You turned around and started for the podium, pushing past the numerous people in front of you. You almost didn't notice Diaval right on your heels, seperating the crowd for you with sharp 'excuse-me's, and you could almost hear a hint of demonic Infernal in his voice. You lost sight of him when you reached the auditorium doors, and made a mental note to look for him after your presentation.

You slipped in through the backstage entrance and arrived at the stage wing just in time for the host to announce your name. You walked up the steps and stood in from of the podium stand. A quick glance over the crowd, and you spotted both Michael and Diaval, standing together near the front of the audience. You flashed them a smile, before clearing your throat and adjusting the microphone to address the hall.

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Amidst the applause and buzz of excitement that had arose after your little speech about Crandy's ground-breaking discovery, you walked offstage, being congratulated by people from all directions. You somehow made it back to the main hall without being ambushed by "investors". You craned your neck, peering over the crowd to look for the seraphim and demon.

You felt a tap on the back, and turned around to see the demon and seraphim in question.

"MC, that was amazing! Did you really come up with all of that?" Michael asked in awe. You nodded, grinning.

"You looked more confident than most of the humans I've met here," Diaval remarked. "That was a great speech."

"Thanks! Oh, since it seems like we're all done here, why don't we go get something to eat? I'm STARVING." You suggested. The two nodded, and you headed outside, towards a cafe near the convention center. "Wait here!"

You briskly walked to the cafe, pushing past the intricately carved door handle and letting the smell of baked goods wash over you. You ordered a box-dozen of large cookies, warm inside the cardboard box that you now clutched as you walked back to the convention center benches. The sky was darker, and street lamps began to illuminate the paths as people passed by, walking in groups or individually. The fountains lining the entrance were now flashing with lights of different colors, flooding the pavilion with shades of blue, purple and white.

"So," you started, sitting down and handing Michael and Diaval the box of cookies. "How have you two been? The last I heard of you, Michael, was when you were rushing off to fix some kind of irrigation problem in the Celestial Realm. I think we were supposed to meet, but I never got the chance." You laughed, carefully picking up a large chocolate-chip cookie wrapped in a gold napkin.

"You know," Michael waved a hand around. "Same old, same old. The Celestial Realm is quite uneventful. I'm quite fond of Diavolo's whole 'exchange program to unite the three realms' plan. It gives me something to focus on!"

"Yeah, the program was fun. What about you, Diaval? How do you like the human world?" You bit into the cookie, and let the chocolate-y warmth seep into your mouth, the sweet flavor numbing any discomfort you might've been feeling.

"It was alright. I learned a lot about humans and the 'slanguage', their customs, and...TikTok."

"Oh."

"...'Oh' indeed. Are all human adolescents like that?"

"No, no that's just a minor percentage of the population! Don't generalize the entire human race, it would be like me assuming all demons were violent like Belph- I mean, like murderous and stuff."

"Um...is pumpkin spice actually made of spicy pumpkins?"

"It's nutmeg and cinnamon!"

"Okay, I officially hate Caden now. I was afraid to try it because he told me that it was made out of spicy pumkins, and not even the Devildom has atrocities like spicy pumpkins." Diaval looked into the distance while nibbling on the chocolate chips of the cookie, probably remembering the horrors of the 'spicy pumpkins'.

"Both of you went through pretty similar experiences, do you two know that?" Michael interjected, taking a large bite out of his cookie. You and Diaval gave him strange looks. "What? MC was a human alone in the Devildom and Diaval, you were a demon alone in the human world. I don't know about the brothers or Simeon and Luke, but the two of you are essentially the center of this program."

"That's true. So does that make us co-ambassadors?" Diaval asked, glancing at you.

"Hmm, I never thought about it that way. I guess it does!" You simultaneously perked up and internally cringed at the thought of being the ambassador for the entire human world to the Devildom and Celestial Realm. You quietly watched Diaval and Michael as they talked.

The demon seemed to be doing just fine in the human world, and you wondered if it was unfair that he didn't have to go through almost getting killed five times and nearly tearing the three realms apart with his existence. Diaval must've felt so homesick though, staying away from the

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Devildom and bound by the weird societal rules of the human world. You didn't notice the fond smile that had formed on your lips, as you watched Diaval animatedly describing all the things you had showed him at the convention. Somehow, you were proud of him.

There was no way he could've been lonely. He must've made tons of friends during his stay here. Who wouldn't want to be friends with Diaval? He seemed like such a chill demon, and you could be sure he hadn't gone on several rage-filled rampages while in demon form unlike CERTAIN avatars of sin.

"Diavolo must trust you a lot, huh?" The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Diaval gave you a curious look.

"I mean, I guess. When I came here, I didn't even have Michael looking after me. It was just me and the weird human boarding school."

"I see. When I first arrived in the Devildom, he had Lucifer and his brothers watch over me. It was overwhelming in the first few weeks I was there, heh."

Diaval exhaled sharply. "The demon lords?"

"Yep! Sometimes I still can't believe I managed to make pacts with them. I mean, I thought Lucifer just made you up to cover up for the fact that Belphegor was...um, actually I forgot what I was going to say-"

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You made pacts with the demon lords? ALL of them?" Diaval's tone was one of disbelief.

"Well, yeah..." You rolled up your left sleeve to reveal two of the brothers' pact marks. Diaval's eyes widened at the sight of the glowing sigils on your arm.

"Damn, that's so cool-"

"I didn't make them under a contract or anything, there was this whole thing with Belpheg-" You caught yourself just in time. Gee, that was the THIRD time you almost spilled the tea to Diaval. Great going MC, real smooth. "Y'know what, let's talk about something else! Do you think you'll miss the human world when you go back?"

"The human world's cool and all, but I think I like home better. I don't particularly feel any regrets about leaving, but that's probably because I can come back whenever I want. It's not like the human world's going anywhere, right?"

"Right."

"Well, it's time for me to get going!" Michael stood up, finishing his cookie and brushing the crumbs off of his face with the gold napkin. "Hey MC, since you're going back at the same time as Diaval, why don't you two stay together until next month? I won't always be around to keep an eye on you two, and I'm sure there's lots of the human world Diaval hasn't seen yet! Show him around for me, won't you?"

"I'd be glad to!" You looked at Diaval, anticipating his response. To your pleasant surprise, he nodded and smiled.

"Sure, why not? MC can probably give me a tour of the city, isn't that right MC?"

"Yeah!"

And with that, Michael bid the two of you farewell before heading off for the Celestial Realm.

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You sat in your car, hands resting on the steering wheel as you waited for the stoplight to turn green. Diaval was preoccupied, staring out the window, perhaps enjoying the last views of the evening downtown hustle.

"Was it hard?" You asked in the middle of your thoughts. Diaval raised an eyebrow, confused. "The whole 'getting used to the human world' thing, I mean."

"Oh, um...kinda. You humans do things so differently here, I had to be really careful not to accidentally offend someone or get into any fights."

"Yeah, that wouldn't reflect on the exchange program very well now, would it?" You grinned, tapping the steering wheel with your index fingers as you exited onto the freeway. "So did you get into any fights?"

"I totally did not get into a single fight in the human world, nope."

You levelled your best disbelieving stare at Diaval, who appeared composed for the first few seconds, but crumbled immediately afterwards. "Okay, okay, I did get into ONE fight, but the dude was practically asking for it. Tried to break one of my horns and everything!"

You laughed, and Diaval seemed to loosen up a little, realizing that you weren't going to berate him. "I'm guessing you won, huh?"

"If you consider 'default victory by opponent death' a win, then I guess yeah."

You nearly slammed down on the brakes. "You KILLED HIM?!" Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as your attention flitted between the road and Diaval, who was now shrinking into the passenger seat, looking wronged.

"Hey, hey, before you go jumping to conclusions, I wasn't the one responsible for his death! We were on a field trip to this canyon and he fell off all by himself. He wasn't even paying attention to where he was going! I did punch him once or twice though-"

"...So you punched him and he died?"

"He didn't die BECAUSE I punched him, he died after zig-zagging across the canyon and yeeting himself off the edge."

"Oooo-kay..."

"Don't tell Diavolo."

"Alright-"

"What about you though? You mentioned Lord Belphegor like three times and then changed the subject. What's up with that?"

You sat up straighter and pursed your lips. "Diaval, buddy-boy-old-pal-dear-friend of mine, you are in for THE story now because you asked for it, so sit tight and let me tell you about the time when..."

On the drive all the way back to your house, you explained to Diaval how you ended up making pacts with six out of seven of the demon brothers in order to free Belphegor, who was locked up in the attic for threatening to ruin the program with human genocide and how he killed you when you set him free, but you somehow didn't die, and then you helped mend the bond between the brothers and made a pact with the last brother.

Diaval was silent for a few moments, processing all the information. "Wow...that's a lot to take in. But did you really forgive Lord Belphegor?" He looked at you pensively, as if trying to gauge your reaction. He posed a good question; had you forgiven Belphegor? The thought left a bittersweet taste in your mouth.

"I guess I didn't really have a choice, since everything happened so quickly. It was almost like everyone pretended nothing even happened. But Belphie changed his ways, and I think he deserves to be forgiven."

"Would you have forgiven him if he hadn't changed?"

A lump formed in your throat as you thought about it.

"I...would." Diaval's eyes widened. "For the first few months of the exchange program, I didn't really think I would survive, so I kinda expected it. I mean, when I looked into his eyes, all I saw was centuries of anguish and loss...I somewhat understood why he would do something like that." Your grip tightened on the steering wheel. "But! My human life is too short to hold grudges anyways! I don't really know if things would've come this far if I hadn't forgiven him, though."

"I'm sorry, I probably asked a really personal question-"

"Nah, you're good buddy. You're actually the only person that wanted to know how I felt about the whole ordeal."

"Are you serious? Not a single one of those demon brothers even asked you

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how you were?"

"I think they were too overwhelmed by the fact that I was descended from their late sister. I don't hold it against them, though." You exhaled, smiling again. "Everything sorted itself out at the end of the exchange program, so all's well that ends well, I guess!"

"Wait, the end of the exchange program? Isn't it still going on?"

"...No? It ended like a year ago-"

"Oh. So they forgot about me?" The slightly dejected tone in Diaval's voice made you look away from the road. You placed a reassuring hand on his back out of consolation.

"I didn't forget about you! I was wondering what happened to you because Belphegor didn't go to the human world. If it makes you feel less alone in your disappointment, I think most of my friends here forgot me too."

"We're similar in more aspects than most would think, then."

"Exactly! Me, a non-magical human in the middle of the Devildom, and you, a demon in the middle of the human world. We probably experienced things most of our races couldn't even DREAM of seeing. We're like two-thirds of the whole plan to unite the three realms!"

"When you put it that way, I guess we're special."

"Definitely. I made friends with a lot of demons, and you've made a lot of human friends as well!"

"About that..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm only telling you this because I can trust you not to snitch, but...there's this human I like. His name's Caden."

"The guy who you said you hated because he told you pumpkin spice was made out of spicy pumpkins?"

"The spicy pumpkins guy, yes. I don't actually hate him, though. He's infuriating at times, that's a given, but I find him...endearing. I want to...spend the rest of my time with him. He stuck by my side throughout high school, and despite being weaker than me, never hesitated to help me with rather bizarre situations. I can trust him, and he makes me happy."

You nearly squealed in excitement and scared the bejeezus out of Diaval. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, DIAVAL??? That's a sign of a bond between two realms!!! This is great news!! Go tell him you like him, if you haven't already! Diavolo's going to be so happy when he hears about this!"

"But what about you, MC? Have you found your own 'bond between two realms' yet?"

You could feel your face heating up, and it wasn't from the 'Diaval has a boyfriend!' excitement. Diaval took note of this and leaned in, grinning. "There IS someone, isn't there?"

"I haven't thought about it."

"You have."

"Maybe-"

"Definitely."

"We're HOME, let's go INSIDE, it's getting LATE-"

"Okay, okay, I won't pry!"

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A month had passed by quickly, and you and Diaval had bonded over many random 2 AM trips to McDonalds, extremely heated 'Just Dance' battles, snowball fights, watching cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies and catching up on the latest tea on 'Entertainment Tonight'. Your gallery, which was full of pictures with the demon brothers, quickly filled with goofy pictures of Diaval's shenanigans related to some new human custom that he swore was 'essential to the ex-exchange program', with Michael and Caden, The Human Boyfriend featuring in many of the wacky selfies.

It was time for you to visit the Devildom once again, and time for Diaval to return home for the first time in two years. It was a tearful farewell, and your heart clenched as you watched Diaval and Caden say goodbye to each other. Michael was going through the whole waterworks, dramatically bringing his hands up to wipe his tears. How did that man manage to make crying look poetic?

"Oh dear, they grow up so fast...it makes me so emotional-"

"Michael, sir, he is a whole ass grown demon-"

"We're even all dressed up, it feels like a movie..."

"Mike-"

Diaval sighed as he looked back at the empty park. "Man, I think I'm actually gonna miss the human world."

"Don't worry about it. You can come back whenever you want! Like you said, it's not like the human world's going anywhere, right?" You reassured him. The park was silent, save for the chirping of a few birds that hadn't migrated south. The snow seemed to muffle the sounds of the city with a blanket of white, falling even slower than before. You exhaled, a few puffs of smoke rising into the air in lazy circles.

"I was just bluffing when I said that. I'm not completely sure if I'll actually be able to come back here anymore."

"I'll pitch in a word with Diavolo about letting you visit the human world frequently! Hell, I can even ask him to let you stay here...if that's what you want." Diaval looked at you, surprised.

"You'd do that for me?"

"You'll be surprised what favors I can pull as the inter-realm ambassador."

"...Thanks, MC."

"Anything for a co-ambassador...and a friend."

"We really did come this far, huh? It's not an easy feat, bringing the three realms closer like this. Lord Diavolo would be proud of you."

"Lord Diavolo would be proud of us. You had no lesser hand in making his dream come true. In making OUR dream come true. I'll look forward to saving the universe and kicking ass with you, Diaval." You took the demon's hand in both of yours and shook it firmly, just like how you had done the first time the two of you met.

Before the two of you stepped into the dark purplish portal, he turned to face you, a smile full of promises on his face.

"Likewise, MC."

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Please be normal

"I used to love you actually..."

Brothers react to MC saying they used to love them and don't anymore

"There's no way that's true! You're all wrong!" Asmo was screaming in the main room. You walked into the room with a look of inquiry.

"Asmo's making a scene about your love interests again, MC." Levi complained.

"Alright what seems to be the question now?" You ask, rolling your eyes to the sky. The sooner you answer, the lesser they fight.

"He was wondering if you ever fell in love with someone the first year you came to Devildom. Even a little crush." Satan explained, the eagerness in his own voice was heard clearly.

"Oh that? Well yes I did. And then I got over it I guess? Like it lasted pretty long but it was only a one sided love so I doubted if it would work and then lost feelings." You answer nonchalantly.

Everyone's faces lit up and then hung down disappointed. Who could be that unlucky?

"And who was that poor bastard?!" Mammon laughed to mask his nervousness inside.

"Hmm it was you, actually. I used to be in love with you." You pointed to one of them, shrugged your shoulders and left the room.

Lucifer

Pride rose and fell in his heart like the tides. As you left the room, he was conflicted if he should confront you now or later.

He decided it to be later.

It was easy to tell why you would fall in love with him - but it was the falling out that he didn't see coming.

"MC, may I have a moment with you?" He asks, reaching for your hand. You nod and follow him into his study.

"About what you said earlier." Lucifer gets to the point directly. "Please elaborate."

"Well I suppose I found it attractive how you protective you are of your brothers, and how you carried all the pain all my yourself. And also how graceful, meticulous and hardworking you are. That made me fall for you." You said.

Lucifer blushed under his hand that covered his mouth as if to show he's deep in thought.

"Then what changed?" His voice was smaller now. Unsure.

"You tried to kill me. Thrice. Almost broke my hand while dancing. Almost killed me, your own brother and a baby angel. And again when I freed Belphie." You had no emotion in your voice when you spoke. "So naturally you can see why the attraction wore off?"

Lucifer fell back on his chair, grabbing a fistful of his own hair. Of course. How easily he'd forgotten all the pain he inflicted on you.

"If you're satisfied, may I leave now?" You said, already standing near the door. Lucifer shot up from his seat.

"Not yet, please." The Avatar of Pride knelt and bowed his head. "Will you give me a second chance, MC? To prove myself to be better?"

"Is this because you still see Lilith in me?" You said, "Because if yes, I'd rather you don't go through all that trouble."

"NO!" Lucifer grabbed your hand, pressing it to his temple, "I- I apologize. Please. Let me redeem myself to you, for YOU, MC."

Mammon

Mammon's face fell at the sound of his name. He wanted to be happy that you liked him but then... He lost you.

No it's not fair. No he cannot lose you without a fight.

He didn't even get to reciprocate your affection. He wouldn't let this be.

"MC! Wait! WAIT!" Mammon ran after you and caught up to you half way into your room. You let him in and he sat on the bed, stuttering.

"Was that for real? What you said? You loved me and then not anymore?" Mammon's voice trailed off at the end.

"I liked how you always wanted me for yourself. And how protective and shy you were. And how you never bothered to use your powers against your brothers even though you are second born. You never even threatened me like them. It felt safe to be around you." You say looking outside the window.

Mammon shifted in his seat, fidgeting with the folds of the bedsheet, looking at you intently. How he just wanted to go over and hold you. But he knew you weren't done talking.

"But then... You started giving me mixed signals. Constantly calling me a stupid human and all. It was endearing at first, but it got tiring. If you aren't clear about your feelings for me - I wouldn't force mine on you. So I kept my distance and got over it." You sighed.

Mammon's heart steeled in his chest. He knew exactly what he had to do. Getting up, he snuck behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

"M-Mammon?" You swayed in his grasp as you felt his heartbeat against your back.

"I love you, MC." He said loud and clear. "I love ya and I was never unclear about it. And I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. All the times I accidentally said it - I meant it. I swear I meant it!" He was desperate at this point, nuzzling and breathing in your scent as if you were about to disappear.

"Are you sure? You won't regret it later?" You said turning around and facing him.

"I WON'T! My biggest regret is that I lost your heart without even knowing. I know I've been nothing but a stupid scumbag, but I really do love you, MC. And I want you back."

Leviathan

It took him a while to register when you said his name. He almost squealed in suprise before he realized what MC had meant.

What was he thinking? Of course you would lose feelings for a gross shut in otaku like him, he was always a lost cause wasn't it-

He has no hope of winning you back but he had this itching need to know why you loved him in the first place.

"MC...will you come to my room? Just for a while. I won't waste too much of your time." Levi had texted and you obliged.

You even knocked and said the password just to humor him. He didn't even ask for it. And that somehow made it worse for his heart.

"Was that true MC? What you said? You like...liked me?" He glanced at your face illuminated blue by the room.

You stood by the aquarium, gliding your finger on the glass, following Henry's trail. "Yes it's true. You were so excitable and passionate about the things you love. And you are so talented too. Drawing, gaming and designing dresses - our plays would be nothing without you. The fact that you fight with Mammon over money and yet lend to him over and over. The way you're so shy but then open once you trust someone. I liked all that. In fact I loved it."

Levi's head felt dizzy with emotion. While the blood rushed to his cheeks at your words, his heart anticipated the worst. "...and then?"

"And then you turned on me. For some stupid quiz. Then you assumed I liked everyone else but you. I realised we weren't even friends. Because friends don't frequently doubt and guilt each other. I was never your Henry no matter how badly I wanted to be. So I fell out of it I guess. Are we done here?" You crossed your arms looking directly at him.

The tall demon collapsed on his knees, all shame and dignity forgotten, violently sobbing as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His tears seeped through your t-shirt as he apologized and called himself stupid over and over.

"Levi...get up! What are you-" You said, taken back by his sudden outburst.

"No MC! I'm afraid I may never be able to tell you otherwise! I loved you from the first time you learnt and uttered my password. I wanted you all to myself but seeing my brothers... How could I of all people deserve you? And I was selfish and I shut you out thinking you'll never like me back BUT I WAS STUPID! I WAS SO STUPID MC! I take it all back! I want to redo please! Can we just refresh and start new?! Please?!"

Satan

Satan longed and dreaded the sound of his name fall from your lips. And when he did, he stared at you unblinking.

He felt a sinking feeling in his chest and he didn't know what it was. Only that he needed to know everything you felt for him. Then and now.

"MC." He held your hand lightly, moments after you left the room. "Come with me for a while, please?"

He guided you to his room. You sat down, running your hands over the pages of a book that lay open on his pillow. He couldn't take his eyes off your candlelit face.

"I need to know...more. When, why, everything. About what you just said. Please." Satan looked to you like a lost kitten.

"Initially...it was just your charms. The way you smiled and acted like a gentleman. It intrigued me. And then I saw your real smile when a stray kitten fell asleep on your shoulder. And I heard you talk on and on about your favourite stories and TV dramas. I saw how kind you are to everyone despite your sin. Before I knew it, I was in love."

You said softly, still palming his books as if you were palming his head instead.

Satan felt his room grow smaller. Suddenly there wasn't enough air for the two of you to breathe. He tugged at his collar, waiting patiently for you to continue.

"And then you threatened me into making a pact with you. Just to irk Lucifer. Pacts were meant to be a bond of love and trust. Not to spit in the face of someone you hate. But I realised...even if by some miracle, you learnt to love me back - your hate for Lucifer would always triumph over your love for me. That was enough for me to lose all hope."

You sighed and closed the book. "Need I say more?" Satan sat frozen in time, realizing the worst of himself. But he came to his senses before you could open the door.

"MC, wait, no." Satan caged you within his arms against the door. His eyes looked dewy. "Don't leave yet. Something hurts. Like something has been ripped out. What is this feeling MC?"

"That's probably the heart break I felt. You'll get used to it. Humans feel it almost all the time." You say.

"But it seems to go away when you're here. It seems less painful. I know I have a lot to fix about myself. But I have become better than before right MC? You taught me all the good emotions right? Can I not make you feel better anymore? Won't you please ...atleast let me show you how much I've loved you all this time?"

Asmodeus

His favourite sound in the world was your voice calling his name. But now he hated it.

No..no..NO! This isn't.. This isn't how it was supposed to be. Everyone loves him. But if you don't - what's the point??

Asmo went into shock mode for the whole day. He returned at night, knocking on your door, drunk like a fish."Tell me you didn't mean that. Please tell me you didn't mean that MC."

He stumbled into your arms the moment you opened the door, sending you both falling on the carpeted floor.

"MC why...? What did I do MC? Why don't you love me anymore?" Asmo was pleading, gripping you tight.

You ran your fingers in his hair as he sobbed onto your chest. "It was easy to love you. You were the nicest to me from the first day. Albeit it was always flirty - there was something sweet and innocent about you. And I was drawn to it. And your Beauty was just an added bonus. You made me feel better about my self. I loved you for being the funniest and liveliest of them all."

Asmo's cries stopped for a moment, feeling the comfort of your words. But then started with double the intensity when he realised what was about to come. "So why won't you love me anymore, MC..."

"You demand to be my first when I'm not yours. I've seen you come home with a different succubi on each arm. And I can't blame you for it either - you are cursed to be this way after all. It would be painful for both of us, so I controlled myself and sqaushed whatever I felt. Do you understand now?" You said, coaxing yourself out of his embrace.

He only held on tighter. His warm tears now rolling off the bare skin of your neck and collar bones.

"I didn't ask to be this beautiful. What's the point of it - if the person I love most won't love me for it? I'll destroy it MC." Without notice he reached up and grabbed a pair of scissors from a low table about to cut open his face.

"ASMO! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING-" You snatch it back and throw it to the other side of the room.

"Please love me again, MC. I'll do anything. I'll destroy this face if it threatens disloyalty. I'll touch noone but you. Please don't leave me alone again MC. I love you so much, you're the only one who ever knew me last this made up face! Please don't take that away from me!"

Beelzebub

Beel didn't know how to feel when he heard his name. All that he realised was that the sandwiches he was eating suddenly lost all its taste.

His face fell at the growing emptiness within him. This time it was his chest rather than his stomach.

"MC can I come in?" Beel knocked on the door a few hours later. You welcomed him in. He sat on the floor, twiddling his thumbs.

"MC, about what you said..." He started, "...does that mean you don't want to see me anymore? I didn't understand..."

You sat next to him, facing the opposite direction, your eyes focused on a burger plushie he'd bought you months ago.

"You protected me from Lucifer twice. Even from Satan and Asmo sometimes. You would always save snacks for me after you'd raided the fridge. And you called me to work out just to spend more time with me. Your face lit up when I tasted and loved your favourite foods. It was hard not to love you." You smiled sardonically.

Beel looked at you hopefully. "So does that mean you don't mind- oh wait, you're not finished talking..."

You nodded and continued. "But then you lose control sometimes don't you? You almost ate when Mammon force fed me your custard. Threatened to eat me even when I first arrived. When you do lose control and take a bite out of me someday, I'm afraid your guilt will eat you up too. And I couldn't even help you, could I? I'm only a human. So I believe it's for the best that we spend lesser time to together."

Beel's head hung so low on his shoulders, it looked like he'd grown smaller. And yet he dared himself to do one last thing.

He reached out and wrapped his pinky finger around yours. "What if I promise MC? I promise you that will never happen. You can use the pact to push me away whenever you feel like I threaten you - but please don't avoid me. I feel worse pains than hunger whenever you're not around. Please MC."

Belphegor

Wait what? Was that his name he heard? He wouldn't be surprised if the question was who MC likes least...but you loved him before?

All sleep left his eyes when realised the implications. Finally his sins were catching up to him.

"MC if you're not asleep...come meet me in the planetarium. I'll be waiting." He called out through your door late night and left.

You were wide awake so you did as he asked. He patted the blanket next to his for you to sit.

"So...you loved me, huh? How did that happen?" He teased, nudging your arm as you stared upwards at the twin stars sparkling overhead.

"When I used to sneak up to the attic to meet you. I liked how you wanted to hear stories about your brothers, especially Beel. Or when you gave me prank ideas to pass onto Satan and asked me to take credit. How you dearly spoke of Lilith and Beel's stories of the Celestial realm. I liked how witty and quick you were. I fell for it and didn't realize... until.."

Belphie's throat felt dry and choked knowing exactly what you were about to say.

"Until you killed me. Death itself was easier to handle than the betrayal. So I decided that if ...or when you decide to kill me again, or call me by Lilith's name, I'd rather not feel heartbroken about it. I'll be leaving now." You were about to sit up when his arms engulfed you.

It wasn't a iron grip. It was more like a baby trying to hold on to its guardian. "I won't ever hurt you again. I swear on my life and both those stars you see."

"Did you just swear on Beel's star too...." You watched as he crawled closer and trying to look for warmth.

"Yes. Yes I did. I know you shouldn't ever trust me after what I did." His voice cracked, "But I promise you on Beel's life that I'll be better. Because I mean it. I would swear on all the stars in the Devildom skies. Your loveless eyes are cold - please look at me with warm eyes again. Please don't shut me out in the cold, MC. Please give me your warmth one last time?"

Satan: Easy, MC. I know over 200 ways to kill a human.

MC, without even flinching: You could glue an open jar of rats to someone's face and then blowtorch the other side of the jar so that the rats only means of escape is to eat their way through their face.

The brothers: 👀😅😶

Solomon: Hmmm... it could work.

Satan: 201.

Life​ juice​ LMAOOOO

I like the idea that demons and angels don't need water to survive and most of the cast was deeply confused by MC drinking it so often because "it didn't taste good" and they couldn't wrap their heads around why MC was so "obsessed" with it.

And then they found out that water is crucial for a human's health and humans DIE if they go for a few days without it and suddenly a whole new fridge was installed in the kitchen filled with just water bottles, MC started getting "h2o deliveries" completely unprompted throughout the day, texts from all of them reminding them to hydrate, etc

"MC, here's your water."

“Oi, have you had yer life juice yet?”

"Remember to hydrate."

"I still can't believe you humans depend on this to survive. How stupid is that?"

"MC, do you need some water?"

So​ cool!

animated examples I’ve made for a homework, we were free to choose any topic we are interested in and I chose to talk about the basic principles of animation in the simplest way that i know