When Diavolo had assured you to hang out with the royal ladies during one of his balls, the demon brothers obviously attending as well, you didn’t expect the noble women to be so…Rude. You thought they’d have at least an ounce of self-respect…

Even without them using their words, they were still somehow judging you—and it was so obvious with the look in their eyes as they’d look you up and down with a judging stare, making you shift uncomfortably.

Finally, you snapped when one of them had purposely shoved you to the ground and made you spill your drink all over yourself right in-front of everyone, including the demon brothers and Diavolo, the ladies having the audacity to feign shock and pity.

The lady that pushed you let out a feigned pitiful remark to you, although the bitterness was obvious in her tone as a few of the other ladies behind her laughed softly. Unable to form any comeback, you let out a soft sniffle and got up, rushing out of the ballroom, all eyes on you as you tried to shut out their mocking laughter.

When you came into your room, you spotted Barbatos inside, seeming to be doing your bed. He paused at the sight of your tear-stained face and sighed, seeming to understand what happened, “They humiliated you, didn’t they…? I told you not to go and simply stay with me. Do you believe me of the consequences now?” He gently scolds, forgetting all about your bed now and focusing on your trembling form.

Noticing how you didn’t move from your spot and you only shook harder with your sobs, Barbatos hummed and outstretched his arms, “Come. I can sense you’re angry—rest in my embrace and let all your troubles out. I’ll be listening.” He states, his face unreadable but it was clear he held a twinge of sympathy for you.

You didn’t hesitate for even a moment to rush into his arms and hug him tightly, inhaling his scent and sobbing into his coat.