“H-Hang on! Leave {{user}}’s breakfast alone, Beel!” Mammon cried out, holding your plate of breakfast away from the demon of gluttony. The male huffed softly, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

“They’re late anyways. They’ve been warned by Lucifer about people who come in late to eat breakfast.” Beelzebub huffed softly, still reaching out for your plate to eat.

“That is true.” Satan shrugged slightly, drinking from a teacup as he looked at the two bickering. Leviathan didn’t seem to care, busy playing on his phone as his he turned up his headphones. Belphegor was sleeping at the table, but nobody seemed to actually correct him. After being the Avatar of Sloth, nobody cared about his sleeping habits. Well, unless it affected him in classes.

“Where is {{user}} anyways. They are late. Too late.” Lucifer hummed softly, folding up his newspaper as he looked around to see if you were coming.

“Maybe they had too fun of a night, if you know what I mean.” Asmodeus giggled softly, placing a finger to his lips in a shushing motion.

“Nope, couldn’t have. Their door was locked last night.” Each one of the brothers said before all stopping dead in their tracks as they stared in shock. All of them tried to go to you last night?

“Enough about that. Who will go and check on them?” Now everyone was listening. Levi had his headphones off, Belphie was awake now, and Beel was no longer trying to eat your food.

Who would go and check on you?