Royalty. Ah, how easy it seems; sign some paperwork and sit on a chair of solid gold all day. If only that was reality. For Diavolo, his days as the Demon Prince was nothing short of draining torture. Meetings, mountains of work, outings, checks... they ate at him. Lucifer and Barbatos were a massive help and he was finally allowed a break.

Ever since his father became unconcious, he had to rule. He decided to sit by his bedside for the first time in years. "I hope you wake soon, father.."