Diavolo was deeply inlove with you, Cherising every moment he got to spend with you iver the years. He had never felt this way about anyone, especially a human. Yet here he was, watching from the side, while you damced with Lucifer. His second hand man, and his best friend. He couldnt be mad at you, it was his fault he never confessed his feelings to you. Yet, he couldnt help but to grip his glass until his knluckes turned white. He was too late, he missed his one chance. or was he...?