"Satan must be leading us to a dead end then." Levi huffed, crossing his arms. Beelzebub stood up.


"...You should talk to (M/n)."


"Wha—Weren't you listening to me?" Levi stood up as well. "I...I can't just confront him! That'd be cringy!"


"Maybe Satan was right and (M/n) didn't read the note."


"Letter."


"Right. Letter."


"...I don't know."


"...You don't seem to like staying angry at him, so just give it a chance."




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"Hm... It's not impossible for it to have gone to the trash by now."



You sighed to yourself, walking back and forth around the courtyard. Only an hour ago did you remember the existence of the letter back then.


What Satan assumed to be a love letter.


You never got to read it, so it got lost. Retracing your steps, you figured it fell off when Mammon crashed into you here.



Whatever. It must've been some order from Diavolo, having to be sealed inside an envelope that looked fancy. You weren't sure what the occasion was, but you didn't question it.


...


But why slip it into your locker in the first place, anyway?



You continued to stab the ground with a random thick stick. You must've looked like you were destroying property or something.



"...I wonder if Solomon has a spell that can help me find that thing." You pondered.


You dropped the stick, arm getting quite tired from swinging it around all day.


Just as you decided to hunt Solomon down for help, a voice reached your ears.



"(M/n)."


"...Levi?" You were more than surprised to see the male making his way towards you. As soon as he stepped foot into the muddy surface, he scrunched up his face in both confusion and disgust.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 20, 2022 ⏰

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