Honestly, nothing in the Devildom should come as a surprise to you anymore. But when shy, awkward Leviathan suddenly grew a backbone at dinner... that was surprising.

Your boyfriend was the Sin of Envy, and he wore it well. Leviathan's moods could swing from obsessive jealousy to crippling self-pity in seconds. He was an expert on talking down on himself in a way that got you to bend to his will.

So when Solomon was being friendly with you over dinner, he dialed it up to eleven. Leviathan was nudging your foot under the table, sending Solomon withering glares, and making downright cruel remarks towards anyone who annoyed him. His skin crawled with sheer anger and jealousy. You were the Henry to his Shadow Lord. Leviathan didn't have much that he could truly call his own, and he felt sick at the idea of giving you up to anyone else.

But when the possessive act didn't get him what he wanted, Leviathan switched gears. He stopped speaking and grew pouty. As Simeon and Luke gathered everyone's dishes, you pulled him aside.

"What is your problem?" you asked sternly. You'd finally grown sick of his sullen little fit.

"Nothing," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "You should go help Solomon in the kitchen. I'm sure you'd love to hang out with a cool sorcerer over a gross hikikomori like me."