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Lucifer would not put such a responsibility on any of his brother’s shoulders. While conversations of the Wedding Day come about, and your visage dances around his mind, his decision remains the same. “It’s gonna break their heart, you know?” Asmodeus, might not be the person responsible for your upcoming heartbreak, but the thought of your sorrows gut him all the same. “Is there really no way out of this?” There’s not. Had there been he would have made it so. But it looks like everyone’s hands are tied in the situation.
“What would you have me do?”
“Do what you always do and figure it out!” There was nothing left to figure. The ceremony is in a week. Supposedly, The Great Witch has invited all of the guest, picked the venue, and her dress. He’d already been measured for his suit. You already knew, not that he told any of the others. He had gone to the Human World himself to inform you, it was the right thing to do.
You’d been furious. Tears streamed down your face, as you continued to ask how he could do this? His response of that he had to, did not console you, it instead made you all the more irate, sentencing to leave and wishing him a happy life. His only regret, was that in that moment, he could do nothing to soothe you. That after all the times you’d brought him comfort and joy; he brought you misery without any means of alleviating the pain.
The night before, Lucifer dreams of you. Dreams of your smile, of your humour, of the precious memories that he’ll keep with him for centuries down the road. Only to awaken with a start upon watching it crumble. The image of you crying and asking how he could do this to you, haunt him right up to the altar as he stands awaiting for it all to end.
“Should anyone wish to object, speak now or forever hold your peace.” It’s like something out of those movies you’d used to sit and watch with Asmo, the doors slam open, followed by your angry shouting.
“I object! I seriously object!” Lucifer takes a good minute to get over the shock of seeing you.
“How did you get here?” When a certain white-haired demon, who had been missing for a suspicious amount of time, stumbles in behind you, Lucifer can’t even prevent his name from falling out of his mouth. “Mammooooon!” Mammon, just hides himself behind you.
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t stop this, it’s for the betterment of the Devildom after all.” Maddi, isn’t bothered by your interruption, merely shrugging at your presence.
“What if he’s already my husband?” The whole room turns to you, Lucifer quirks a brow, surely you don’t think your lie is going to convince an entire room of nobles? Especially while, Diavolo sits in the front row, who would have known straight away if this was the case.
“Excuse me?” Maddi now seems to be very irked.
“You heard me, we’re already married!” He’s got no clue where your confidence is coming from, or how you even concocted this whole idea, but he wants to laugh. “You’d really break the first ever human-demon marriage for something that’s been done time and time again?”
“And why was no one of aware of this?” Lucifer thinks your lie has come to an end, especially from how shrink ever so slightly at her questioning.
“You’ll have to forgive me Maddi, but I requested the pair to keep it a secret.” Only for Diavolo to chime in. “In fact everyone will have to forgive me, because I can’t allow for this ceremony to continue, especially given the importance for the Devildom’s future that these two remain together.” The room break out into murmuring, and Maddi is outraged.
“Lord Diavolo, what about-”
“Yes that agreement, Barbatos found something most interesting about the information you presented me that I believe requires a private discussion.” There’s not much time for Maddi to react, while Barbatos comes up beside her dragging her through a portal.
The events that follow are almost a blur, until it’s just Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo and yourself in the room. Diavolo lets out a loud laugh, turning to you with a signature grin. “I must say, you’re always full of surprises! I had a feeling you were going to appear, but I didn’t think you’d be bold enough to tell an outright lie in a room full of Demon Nobles.”
“What can I say it’s part of my charm.” You match his grin with one of your own, something that amuses the prince even further.
“Indeed.” Lucifer chimes in almost immediately, and the two of you exchange a wordless glance. There’s several words that linger on both of your tongues, eagerly awaiting to be said. But as you both stare at each other neither of you are entirely sure where to even begin.
“…so you guys aren’t actually married, right?” Mammon does not help. Neither does Diavolo as his laughter starts up again.