It had been an uncomfortable week, to say the least.

Beel had contracted some sort of sickness from something he ate, and it spread like wildfire across the House of Lamination. In order to contain the sickness, the eight of you decided it would be best to contain him in your room, due to humans' immunity to the sickness.

Now, Beel was no longer ill. That was the good news. The bad news?

Well...

Satan and Lucifer were.

How that happened, no one really knows. All you did know was that Satan was not happy about it.

The two were kept in your bedroom. Warm, damp cloths atop their heads.. Soup by their sides, the works. You'd gone all out.

"...Why does he have to be right beside me, again?" Satan muttered, as he shut the book he was entertaining himself with. "..I mean, seriously. You'd think with his pride he would have just stayed in his room."

"Satan, we are not having this discussion." Lucifer retorted.

It seemed this would not be easy...