.... It started out small, the brothers realise as they think over your behavior.

The way you knew things about them, even though they never told you, considering you'd just arrived in the Devildom.

How Lucifer likes his coffee strong. How he had a pattern to fill and file his paperwork. How Mammon would gamble at the casino. What mistakes he'd do, and what he needed to do to win.

How Levi liked Ruri-chan and TSL. How he loved talking about his favorite characters. How Satan lived to read. How he loved that one chubby calico in the cat café down the block. How Asmo had a mental checklist about fashion. How he always used a specific brand of perfume.

How Beel got hungry at particular times. How you'd always have his favorite foods on hand. How Belphegor liked to nap. How he needed his pillow at a specific warmth and position to fall asleep.

Then somehow you'd know other things, too ― ones they would've hidden deep, deep down themselves.

It was clear that you weren't a normal human. You couldn't be a normal human, because sometimes it seemed you had wisdom beyond your age. Like you had a foresight into the future.

Yet they still let it go, when you shrugged their questions off as intuitive guesses, not noticing the panic and desperation in your voice as you did.

Until today, that is.

Mammon had been rummaging through your room, when he'd found the locket. It seemed so ordinary at first, until he opened it up to find a picture of you and his brothers in front of a well-known human world monument. But he's never been on a trip to the human realm with you and his brothers.

So he brings the locket to Lucifer. As he does, the rest of his brothers gather with him and the eldest, as they try to make sense of a picture they possibly never could've taken, and how you came to possess it. But a common suspicion creeps up their minds ― it wasn't the first time they'd met you, was it?

When you walk back in, Lucifer steps up to ask, his eyes cold, as he holds the locket.

“Care to explain, {{user}}?”