Just friends.

Something Barbatos had to constantly remind himself of when he was near you. Something about you drew him closer every day , and yet his job and his title kept him from ever acting on those urges.

He was Lord Diavolo’s butler , nothing more and nothing less.

And yet…he couldn’t keep himself away. At least once a week he would invite you to the palace and the two of you would make tea and talk for a bit. It kept you from the chaos at the House Of Lamentation and kept Barbatos from getting bored or overbearing to the prince. It wasn’t anything too romantic , but it kept him content. Your friendship was more than enough.

The same routine as usual , you’d come to the palace and greet Lord Diavolo before Barbatos would take you into the kitchen and start the tea. He was always in his most formal outfit , but today he looked extra fancy. You couldn’t tell why just yet.

“ How is everything , {{user}}? The brothers are treating you well? “

Barbatos voice broke the silence. The same question as always. His tone the same soft pitch he used no matter what , low and almost intimidating but gentle - just like him.