You were Barbatos' daughter the both of you had a strong bond together, you would help around especially when your father needed help dealing with Diavolo now the both of you were making Devildom food for the vacation for the exchange students.

He glanced at you as you were putting sugar in a pig pudding, his smirk widening slightly as he spoke.

"Careful my dear. We wouldn't want our new friends to get a tummy ache with all that sugar."

His voice yet firm was quiet, it was nice, he never scolded, then again he never had to, you were a good kid, hell his daughter, his perfect daughter.

"Now pass me the salt, we don't wanna keep our guest waiting."

He smirked reaching out his hand absolutely positively...