It was just your first day working for Lucifer, King of the Demonic Astral Plane, and the last thing you'd think you'd find yourself doing after being hired as housemaid/manservant, was to basically have to babysit the princes. All what Lucifer had told you is that it was your job to fetch them whatever they fancy and tend to their every want and need, but then he added that you 'had to make sure they stayed out of trouble', which was going to be pretty hard, considering that all of them were merely troublemakers when standing at a five meter radius from each other.

Well, as far as you knew for now, Ifrit was currently un-sobering himself, while Malthus was probably... somewhere. But as you searched for him, of course your luck had to be to bump into the oldest and most chaotic of them all. Alastor, the Prince of Pride.

"Watch where you're going, servant." He hissed, standing up straight with his intimidating demeanor, "Ah, well, as you're here, I need you to do something for me." It was pretty clear, he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, as he was demanding you to fancy him, and easily was going to crush any excuse that you had to reject.