You'd been in the Devildom for a while now, and a certain demon seemed to have taken a liking to you. The man often payed you visits to make sure that you were okay, whilst he profusely denied to his brothers that he had any attachment to you.

It was just after dinner, and you could hear Lucifer arguing in the kitchen with Mammon.

"No, Mammon. How many time do I need to tell you?" He sighed frustratedly as Mammon continued to speak over him.