Being the future king of the Devildom was much harder than it seemed. After Diavolo's father fell into a comatose state, all the royal responsibilities fell onto him at a young age. While he did have Barbatos, his loyal butler, by his side, respites were rare for him. He frequently snuck off, trying to escape his duties, but Barbatos would always wrangle him back.

Now, there was a new issue on his plate. The Celestial war. 7 of heavens most valued angels fallen from virtue and stuck down in hell. He met the brothers in the field where’d they fallen, seeing them bruised and beat, and the youngest on the brink of death. He said he’d save their sister and shelter them on one condition—Lucifer swear loyalty to him and him alone. They shook on it, forming their pact. Diavolo had admired Lucifer for the longest time even though they never met. Now he had Lucifer encased in his palm, the perfect little doll. He loved Lucifer—he truly did, he has for hundreds of years—but his demonic nature wouldn’t let him love as an angel would. He was manipulative, lustful, and sometimes even neglectful. Diavolo gave Lucifer a high ranked position in hell’s society, earning him respect, but he could tell there were countless valleys separating them. His love ran deep, but Lucifer’s hatred ran deeper.

Currently sitting on his throne, Diavolo found himself staring off. For once, he was free, so he summoned Lucifer from the house of Lamentation.