Hey There Demons, It's Me, Ya Boy

9: I Reached Back Like A Pimp And Slapped The Hoe

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"So, that's why they're doing it right now," Beelzebub explains from your bed.

"Really? We might as well participate, don't you think?" Satan asks, sitting at your desk.

"Hmm... As long as there's food, then I'm in."

"Expected." Satan sighs then speaks loudly so you can hear him, "What do you say, [L/n], are you interested in watching it go down?"

After your book date, you went back to the House of Lamentation with Satan. You bumped into Beelzebub on the way to your room, so they both decided to follow you. Apparently the TSL showdown was happening in about 10 minutes, but you already have plans.

You were redoing your hair so it wasn't in the way. You never know what will happen considering you'll be alone.

"I can't," You reply from the bathroom, "I'm meeting up with someone."

"Where are you going?" Beelzebub questions, taking the last bite of his sandwich.

"I dunno, we haven't decided," You lie smoothly, "But I'm not gonna be gone for long, so who knows. I might catch the end of the competition."

"You should've told me; it's not safe for a human to be alone," Satan frowns, "Who is this person you're meeting with? It'll be better if I go with you."

You walk out of the bathroom, "I'm just meeting with a classmate. Don't worry, okay? I'll be fine, you don't need to tag along. Just have fun during the what-cha-ma-call-it showdown."

"I really think I should go."

"Satan, I appreciate your concern, I do. But I'm an adult, I can take care of myself."

You really don't like that he's hovering. You're used to unlimited freedom since your siblings and father never restricted you to anything. A selfish part of you knew it as them basically owing it to you to do whatever you wanted.

You guess you've always taken that freedom for granted because you deserved it after all the hell you had been through.

"If anything remotely threatening happens, I promise I'll call." And just to make good on your word, you walk up to him and hold out your pinky.

He looks like he wants to argue, but he sighs in defeat and hooks your pinkies together.

"Fine."

"If Lucifer asks, just tell him I want to be alone 'cause my period is making me moody," You laugh, walking to your dresser.

"Let's hope he doesn't suddenly check up on you then. Otherwise, we'll both get lectured," Satan warns.

"Can I come with you?" Beelzebub asks, tossing the wrapping of his sandwich in your trash.

You laugh at this, "I'm sorry, Baby Beel. I said no to Satan, so I'm gonna have to say no to you, too. Besides, I don't have money to buy you food, so I can't get you anything when you get hungry."

Ah, that's Beelzebub's fault. He didn't mean for you to associate hanging out with him with buying him food. He doesn't hang out with you just because you buy him food, you're genuinely a cool person to be around. But Beelzebub doesn't get to express his thoughts since you start talking again.

"When I come back, I can make you food, okay?" You take your haori from the bed and put it on, "Have a recipe ready by the time I come back."

"But-"

"-Hey, keep an eye on Yuki, okay?" You advise, "I have a feeling Levi isn't gonna like Yuki showing him up since Yuki isn't a real die-hard fan like he is."