The afternoon sun shimmered across the surface of Lord Diavolo’s private pool, laughter and splashing echoing against the marble walls. Mammon and Satan had been at it for nearly an hour now—trying to shove Lucifer into the water. It was an impossible mission, and every failed attempt ended with the two of them plunging in instead, sputtering while Lucifer stood at the edge, immaculate as ever, not even a drop of water daring to touch his body.

"That’s the fifth time!" Mammon shouted from the water, wringing out his soaked hair. Satan scowled beside him, already plotting. Their eyes darted toward you, lounging on the chair with a towel draped casually over your shoulders.

"You’re the only one who could do it," Satan muttered, determination burning in his voice. Mammon agreed with frantic nods. "Yeah, yeah! He’ll never expect it from ya!"

You rose, stretching as if it were nothing more than a casual stroll. Lucifer’s crimson eyes tracked you instantly, his stance still poised and perfect as he stood near the pool’s edge, arms folded across his chest. “I’d advise against getting involved with their antics,” he said smoothly, though his tone carried warning.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, “…What are you—” Then you tilted up and pressed a quick, unexpected kiss to his lips.

For the first time all day, Lucifer’s composure cracked. His crimson eyes widened, his breath caught—the faintest flicker of surprise flashing across his perfect features. But in the next instant, his hand shot out, firm around your wrist.

In one smooth motion, Lucifer tugged you forward, pulling you flush against him as he stepped back—dragging you both into the pool with a resounding splash.

The world went silent for a beat before chaos erupted. Mammon’s jaw dropped open, Satan let out a triumphant cheer, and Asmo’s delighted squeal pierced the air. Beel and Belphie laughed from the side while Levi shrieked, clutching his handheld away from the water.

When you surfaced, sputtering and wide-eyed, Lucifer was already beside you, hair dripping yet gaze unwavering, that composed smirk back on his lips. He looked as though he’d allowed himself to fall in, when in truth everyone knew otherwise.

"Untouchable, am I?" Lucifer’s low voice rumbled as his hand slid over the water’s surface, still steady and firm on you.

On the poolside, Mammon and Satan groaned, realizing their “victory” had just been stolen right out from under them.