#the crown fits you now; perhaps more than it had anyone else ⸢ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 / first. ⸥

[caelcstis]

@diivineray wanted a starter. 2/2 the muse they wanted: diavolo for his gold hoarding goblin.

" you're acting as if we don't see each other every day. " he laughed heartedly towards mammon clinging to him. it wasn't like diavolo minded, if anything he welcomed it and desired the avatar's touch. he'd be such a fool for saying he didn't miss his mate beyond the few passes they shared during school hours. it couldn't be helped, mammon had his multiple jobs and diavolo was - well, he was their prince. they were both busy with their own tasks, their own lives that unfortunately didn't always involve each other.

diavolo managed to peel mammon off his chest, only to pick him up instead. still laughing, he could finally see his mate properly. " what do you want to do, hm? seeing that you're so eager to spend time with me, i'm assuming you have an endless list of plans. "

[caelcstis]

So lord diavolo.. how often do you imagine Lucifer under you 😊

sinday. // anonymous. still accepting !!

" beneath is just a little less than what i'd adore if he were on top instead. i know getting him to give up his pride to even have me take him in such a way would take much time. but, i'm patient. i wouldn't mind him either way, though. "

[caelcstis]

"hey babygirl." She is taking her chances.

" hello, little lamb. " he certainly sees her trying her hardest.

[caelcstis]

DAMN.. can i please touch. Just once. One squeeze. I'll pledge my loyalty to you fully, I swear, I'll be your loyal servant forever if i get to squeeze those perfect pecs once 😞

unprompted asks. // anonymous. always accepting !!

" NOW NOW, i already have quite the faithful and capable butler. besides, that wouldn't be quite fair to you; nor would it be rather becoming of me as your future king to allow such indecency. "

[caelcstis]

be gentle. // @dangaer​ courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something / barb and dia! >:)

                 PERHAPS THE PRINCE HAD a little too much to drink. he was anything but lightweight, but it didn’t mean that enough bottles couldn’t get him a little tipsy and buzzed. it was a wonderful party for another success of their exchange program, even purgatory hall had joined in with the demons to drink. 

                 but, it was late. the drunkards of the group were collapsed and littered around the floors of lamentation, leaving lucifer to take care of his mess of a brothers and ex-angel. diavolo would have stayed, but barbatos was urging him to return back to the castle. as much as his lonely heart craved to stay, diavolo ultimately listened to his butler and bid a farewell to his faithful right-hand. 

                 ‘ mmm, it was fun tonight - though those brothers are always entertaining. ’ a deep chuckle filled the chilled air as the prince heard the doors click behind him. he was already taking a step down the long steps of the winding hill, but he was feeling a steady hand on the center of his back when he swayed slightly. ‘ oh . . . ’ he processed his danger in a sluggish manner, tired eyes blinking at the gloved hand held out patiently, waiting to be filled with another. 

                 another chuckle - that was more boyish in his old age - released from the prince and diavolo nodded. ‘ thank you, barbatos. ’ he hummed quietly and his larger hand curled firmly around his butler’s. he could always rely on him when he was so vulnerable, even when he was a babe. barbatos was the only one to ever take care of him like this, he felt like no one ever would - or that no one could for very long. 

                 ‘ i guess i had too much to drink tonight. ’ he admitted lazily, his words beginning to slur towards the end now. ‘ it’ll be a long walk, ’ he warned with a lazy grin. ‘ are you sure you want to walk to entire way back home? ’

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kiss &&. tell. // @la-poderosa​ stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd . // dia mammon

                 IT WASN’T WELL KNOWN to the public, or even to mammon’s brothers, that the prince and greed were together. sure, they were seen often together, but no one ever pieced together why. no one seemed to have guessed that their crowned prince was absolutely smitten with this demon in front of him who was excitedly dragging him across the square. 

                 shopping dates, meal dates, it was all very simple yet extravagant for mammon all the same. the only place he wouldn’t take his mate was the casino. not only did mammon have awful luck to balance out diavolo’s extremely GOOD luck, but it wasn’t the best image to find the devildom’s next king gambling. 

                 golden eyes caught a small hideaway during their exploration in town and his grip suddenly tightened to grab hold of mammon’s attention. a deep laugh came from the prince and he was tugging the small demon along now. ‘ come here real quick. ’ he ushered the avatar along until they both could squeeze away from the public eye. quite literally, actually, with how large diavolo was, he was nearly suffocated and crushed between the sliver of walls. he only wanted to be here for a minute, wanting to have just a small second with his mate in private . . . 

                 he reached down to cup underneath mammon’s chin and placed his free hand on the damp bricks behind him. diavolo leaned down to press a soft and chaste kiss to soft lips, but he knew it wasn’t enough for the both of them. his eyes quickly offered a small glance to the demon in front of him, who was eagerly waiting for more affection, and he was pressing more kisses to greedy lips. they were soft and playful, occasional nips tugging at lips and tongues tasting each other briefly. 

                 the crowd outside seemed to be heavier the longer they stayed, and diavolo knew that if they continued to remain here, they’d either dive deeper into their desires and be caught, or they’d still be caught . . . only making out instead. either way, it wasn’t a good outcome for the both of them who were sharing a secret together. 

                 despite the small protests and whines from mammon, the prince regained some posture and he pressed one last kiss to the top of his head. ‘ come on, before any prying eyes catch us. ’

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@kaiibacorp​ wanted a starter.

                 ‘ come on, sit still now. ’ he laughed softly as he brought mammon to sit on the floor between his legs. ‘ i know you probably hear hell from lucifer from running around with your head wet, it’s not going to be any different here. ’ he teased while he was grabbing the soft towel by his hip. his hands were gentle as he rubbed at his mate’s head and squeezed the excess water from his shower out of the tips of his silver locks. ‘ it’ll break my heart if i see you sick. the weather’s getting nicer and i’d like to take you out on more dates. ’

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praise me. // @kaiibacorp​ 'good boy' // @ diavolo from mammon dsnbkjfld hewrooo currently accepting !!

                 WAS HE A LITTLE WEAK to such words? perhaps, and in many ways. 

                 he was just a prince who lacked the love of any of his parents or demons around him when he grew up that praise . . . was very seldom to him. of course, he couldn’t deny that it made his chest heat up in another certain way if he wasn’t careful. nothing could stop the warm flush of red spreading on tanned cheeks listening to his mate. 

                 ‘ you like it that much, hm? ’ he chuckled boyishly. he brushed off the shoulders of the new jacket he got for mammon as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. really, his entire attire was new and recently bought by diavolo. his favorite leather, jewels and chains crusting around his neck and wrapped around his digits . . . he was breathtaking like always. an awful he habit he had was spoiling, and mammon was equally just as awful in his greed to accept it all with a huge grin on his face. of course he knew he had to have his brakes on and knew when to stop . . . but sometimes he couldn’t help it. 

                 what kind of prince would he be if he couldn’t douse his lover in his riches? 

                 diavolo dipped down to press a warm peck to greed’s cheek and he hummed sweetly. ‘ you looked so excited going through the catalogs earlier, i couldn’t help myself. ’

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happy birthday diavolo !! // @dangaer​ "... good morning, young master." barbatos begins quietly, softly, a small breeze to whatever storm he has brewed before them both. diavolo has always held a fondness towards things barbatos has always struggled to hold back from him, and today is no exception: a tray of his favourite dishes, topped with tea and a couple of tickets to spare. there is no point in the butler to assume the wishes of the one he serves time and time again, but the reality of an opportunity to share ... "the others should be here in a few hours for your special day, but i had wanted to take this time to, well ... wish you my own very happy return."a smile, generous, graces his features once more; something rather fond and yet quite unspoken as he goes to pour a blend before them both. "... i truly hope you have a marvellous day, no matter how much chaos it is bound to bring" ( and he had a very aware idea of that, after all. )

                 DIAVOLO WAS UP ALREADY, dressed and ready to check on the festivities of his birthday and halloween. it was the familiar voice that had the prince stopping in his tracks as he was pulling away from his mirror. a small smile spread on tan lips seeing barbatos come into his room with his favorite treats, both savory and sweet - though the latter certainly was in surplus due to the prince’s sweet tooth. 

                 like an excited child, diavolo could feel the warmth spread on his cheeks as he approached his butler. a warm laugh filled the empty halls of his home while fingers were delicately picking up a cream puff busting with whipped filling. he had taken notice of the spare tickets lying in a neat envelope for him, but he was already arguing with barbatos. ‘ it’d make me happier if you were actually joining me, barbatos. ’ he admitted without much hesitation. he knew the demon, knew that barbatos wouldn’t budge from his spot as someone had to at least watch over his kingdom. still, that selfish and childish part of him wanted his most cherished person to come with him. 

                 stuffing the soft pâte à choux, a small pleased hum spilled from the prince. bright golden eyes turned into crescent moons from sheer bliss just tasting the pastry. dusting off the powdered sugar from his fingers, diavolo offered his hands out to take the brewed tea he could smell as it was freshly poured for them. ‘ but, instead i’ll ask you to make some time before the party. i want to spend a few hours with you, too. ’ after all, barbatos raised him more than his own father had. he was the one who stayed with diavolo even with his less-than-kind intentions in the beginning. he still stayed by the lonely prince and was seemingly happy with him. sharp canines revealed behind the porcelain cup and he met those mossy-green eyes peering back at him. 

                 ‘ you’ll give me that much, yes? ’

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unprompted christmas asks. // @dangaer​ always accepting. "ah, young master." surprise is clear in his tone, though he couldn't be any further from unhappy, arms dropping down from where they had once been hanging one of the final decorations from above to instead greet him in full, a much more difficult task when the last of the decorations remain stood by his feet but he makes enough room for movement nonetheless. the box pushed to the side, footsteps sharp and fast as he wonders up to meet him halfway and he offers him merely a sigh in return --- it's alright if he sees the preparations like this, it was done on his order first of all ( and barbatos just likes to see him happy, above all else; it doesn't matter if other plans go disarray because of it. ) "everything is going entirely to plan. currently, the little d's are on their lunch break, so that means it is just me working through the few bits for the next hour or so. you won't mind the distraction, wil-" a sudden pause, interrupted by the way the young prince walks to meet him halfway; contemplation over visage as he gets stuck, sturdily, beneath a charmed mistletoe plant. 

"--- are you alright?" a rush over, worried expression flickering across his face; he does not brace himself towards the reality that he'll be trapped too or that the other may not want him there ---- such would be familiar if he hadn't deemed the situation so dangerous, the princes safety held above all. "i asked solomon to supply the plant as you so wished, but it seems he has placed a charm on them instead." he pauses, nods. "he suggested that people kiss under this, so ..." he doesnt hesitate, when his hand slides under the princes chin and he angles himself up to meet him, pressing his lips against the space between his cheek and jaw with a small smile of his own. he hopes it works, or there'll certainly be a pact running adrift ...    

                 HE HAD ONLY PLANNED ON taking a small break to see how decorations were going. it was a large area to decorate after all, filling this entire castle with wreaths and bobbles. even the large room, which may have at one point been considered a family room, was decorated with a large pine. wrapped in ribbon, bright twinkling lights and a stunning star atop. 

                 perhaps it was a little ridiculous, being the demon prince and being excited about such a holy holiday. he simply couldn’t deny the excitement. he had taken notice of the lack of d’s around, that it was just barbatos working. he didn’t expect any less from his butler, that when he told others to take a break, he continued to work himself to the bone. of course barbatos had also noticed the prince peeking in, wanting to see how things were coming along. 

                 features softened from curiosity to the familiarity and comfort of seeing the smaller demon hastily return to his side. 

                 ‘ don’t rush, i was just taking a break. ’ he admitted while taking a step into the room.

                 a step was all he could take, though, and he hadn’t even been fully in. his entire body halted like chains had strapped his legs and an anchor was piked in place, holding him still. golden eyes blinked while he looked down at the magic holding him in place. for a demon who had an odd amount of luck, diavolo did often find himself in peculiar situations. 

                 he could sense the small amount of distress coming from diavolo as he heard the clicking of his heels quicken. he almost wondered if the little d’s were being mischievous, but this magic was far too strong for their ranks. it couldn’t have been barbatos, as sneaky as his butler could be, he was never malicious towards the prince. still, someone had to have played a prank on him for some reason. 

                 strong hands held out as barbatos was finally in front of him, worriedly looking over him. ‘ i’m okay, it doesn’t seem like a harmful curse, nor a strong one. ’ he grinned despite the furrow in his butler’s brow didn’t cease. then there was the mention of solomon, and a plant he wanted. ‘ ah, you mean the mistletoe? ’ he questioned while his head tipped up to the doorframe, and sure enough there had been a small plant wrapped in a shimmering red ribbon above his head. 

                 diavolo looked back down towards barbatos, his head tilting slightly in curiosity as he listened to his suggestion. knees bent slightly feeling a gloved hand caress his cheek and he was instinctively meeting barbatos half way. he couldn’t help the way bright eyes squeezed shut or how tan cheeks flushed when soft lips pressed to his warm flesh. he could already feel the weights lift from his legs and diavolo straightened again. he braved a small step into the decorated family room and he chuckled. 

                 ‘ it’s wonderful that you’re here, how many have you put up already, exactly? ’ 

                 in case he needed to take them down, or perhaps prepare should he be caught unexpectedly. for such a simple and entertaining charm, diavolo found himself not minding the latter being an outcome so much.

[caelcstis]

@dangaer wanted a starter. 1/2 the muse they wanted: diavolo with his pretty and sweet butler.

it wasn't very often the devildom got so hot, the never ending night often kept their temperature rather moderate. but, this past week had been hitting the prince a little rougher than usual. being a walking furnace wasn't as fun as others thought it was, at least during the summer. it was difficult for him to focus on his work, and it was difficult enough to actually get him to sit down and just look at the pile of paperwork he had.

however, seeing neatly gloved hands set down a small bowl of shaved ice and watermelon, diavolo could feel his insides cooling already. golden eyes nearly glistened at the sight of such a simple treat, like a child being handed a cookie after lunch (which he had eaten so very little of due to his lack of appetite).

chuckling, diavolo picked up the petite dish and equally dainty spoon and glanced up towards his butler. " thank you, barbatos. i normally don't complain about the heat, but i feel more uncomfortable than usual today. "

[caelcstis]

So no comment on the babygirl word? Huh he really got used to the weirdos

unprompted. // anonymous always accepting !!

he has !! especially when a certain human is always calling him babygirl, even when he's just standing and breathing.

[caelcstis]

Happy pride month my babygirl diavolo

unrpompted. // anonymous always accepting !!

" yes, it is pride month isn't it? well, it's a rather new custom for us demons down here as sexuality has always been flexible for us. but our new human exchange student has been eager to teach all of us !! i am wishing you all a wonderful month for celebrating just who you are. i hope you spend it with your loved ones who lift you up just as you should be. "

[caelcstis]

❛  you're managing this so much better than i ever could.  ❜ luci to dia!

empathetic. // @bittcnneck currently accepting !!

" someone has to not fall apart. " he admitted with a small laugh.

sure, he might be spoiled compared to most, but diavolo's life was anything but easy. his mother passing leading to a very sheltered life for a prince who couldn't even properly celebrate his own birthday with his loved ones. his father falling into a deep slumber, forcing him to wear a crown that was perhaps still a little too heavy for him. diavolo still kept his head up and neck straight. he couldn't let his home fall apart, even with their new denizens and others not taking well to them.

diavolo did everything he could to keep the devildom at peace, keep the lords off his back while he was thrusted into this position now that his father was no longer around. he took care of lucifer's brothers when he had been unconscious, healing from his injuries and perhaps burying all his shame from that day he had to kneel to the prince. it wasn't easy, but diavolo was used to the troubles. he had been born for it, bred and raised. life wasn't always going to be easy for him, he'd known that from the first memory he could remember.

he sighed softly as he thumbed the bottom of his glass. the bright liquid of demonus trembled slightly under the pressure of his thumb and he watched it idly. " to be fair, you're handling yourself quite well as well. " he couldn't imagine it being easy, losing his sister, his home, his title, everything except his brothers and the clothes on their backs.

there was a warm glint in those champagne colored eyes as he caught lucifer's gaze. he smiled, " don't think you're not, and don't think i don't notice either. i'm amazed in you, i always am. "

[caelcstis]

This was so.. embarrasing. For Diavolo to be the one to caress him like this, run his hands all over his wings which already twitch from how they haven't been shown such affection in centuries, for him to even offer something like this... "That.. feels good." He spoke, letting out a Shakey breath. He doesn't understand why this felt so intimate. Well, yes, it was intimate, but back in heaven, others used to do this to him almost all the time. Raphael, Simeon, even Michael at some point. The lower angels would dote at him, their eyes shining with sparkle for even getting to talk to him, being able to caress those wings would make their day.. no, year. So why with Diavolo, does it feel like it runs.. deeper?

unprompted asks. // @bittcnneck always accepting !!

diavolo, though he didn't have nearly as much as what lucifer used to, he still knew the weight of wings, how tiring they could be - how much it could make a person stiff if they didn't take care of themselves. he also knew just how much lucifer DID NOT care for himself like he should have. if he cared for himself just a fraction what he did for his brothers, he wouldn't be turning to such a mess under his thumbs that worked out the tightness by the nape of his wings that met his back and shoulders blades.

" i'm sure it does, the knots in your back are awful tonight. "

diavolo wasn't a fool, he knew lucifer letting him touch him was blessing enough, letting him touch his wings? it was a whole other level of intimacy that diavolo knew well himself. he may have not been uptight with his own the way angels grew up being, but he knew only those closest to him would be allowed to touch his wings like this.

they were much more sensitive compared to the feathery pair underneath his hand. leathery to their touch, even with their gilded armor and jewelry decorating their spans, a simple caress to the apex would have the prince shivering.

still, he must have been working where it was due. hearing the way lucifer's voice trembled and his breath hitched while his thumbs smoothed over scarred flesh and into the gentle fluff of new feathers regrowing over old. a low hum slipped past diavolo, " it'd be stupid of me to suggest for you to be easier on yourself, hm? you're just as bad - if not worse, than barbatos when i voice my concerns over you. " but he really wish those he cared so much for would listen to him as much as they wanted HIM to listen to them.

maybe that's why he was so stubborn with them.

[caelcstis]

kindness is rare. // @pcrdiseseekers​ no one's ever actually just... sat down and listened to me. (mephisto @ diavolo)

                 GOLDEN EYES SOFTENED LISTENING to him. if anyone understood the loneliness wrapped up in those words, or the misunderstandings . . . it was diavolo. strong arms crossed while he leaned across the table and settled his chin atop his forearms. ‘ mm, well - i don’t know if i’m great with advice, but i do know i’m wonderful at listening. ’ he hummed softly. 

                 slowly, a hand reached out from underneath and his smallest finger gently wrapped around mephisto’s gloved digit. he smiled almost understandingly, ‘ so if you ever just want a quiet place to unload, or a pair of ears, ’ he trailed quietly, his finger squeezing at his old friend now. ‘ i’ll be available, even if you think i wouldn’t be. ’ 

                 because despite everything that happened in the long years, the changes . . . the feelings of losing a friend, diavolo still loved mephisto. he still cared about him like any other friend, like they never lost an immense amount of time together since the fall of the brothers. 

                 ‘ we can share some demonus, you can stay over like you used to. i could use the company, too. ’