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Meeting the brothers for the first time, if the exchange program hadn't happened (headcanons)

A/N: I say headcanons, but those ended up being longer than intended, so I'd say they're more short stories than anything. But hey, that means more food for you. Also I guess Belphie is a bit more "chill" (still kinda pissy though) towards humans in this because he never had to hear about the exchange program idea.

Warnings: Slight physical aggression towards Mammon in his part.

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Lucifer

Whether it was for personal reasons, or to conduct private meetings under Diavolo's name, Lucifer was no stranger to the human world. After many centuries as a demon, he had grown to learn how to blend in among the masses, and how to act like a normal "human". Usually, he would keep quiet, and only interact with the people he needed to. A simple way to avoid unnecessary trouble, but also to finish his duties as quickly as possible. However, today happened to be one of those days where Lucifer rarely went out of his way to impose himself on the business of others.

He was patiently waiting in the shade of a luxurious hotel's pillar, strategically avoiding the brighteness of the sun as his finger brushed over the screen of his phone, before eventually raising an eyebrow. His contact had warned him he would take a bit more time to arrive, which only made Lucifer sigh as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. Him who had made it a rule to always arrive early at these meetings to finish them under an hour...

'Hopefully next time, you'll learn not to waste my time.' the thought crossed his mind as he watched the people coming and going out of the hotel in front of him. The human world felt even more of a bee hive nowadays than it did a hundred years ago. His eyes followed the stern faces of workers and employees, some carrying deep marks of exhaustion under their eyes. Yes, this world really had transformed in such a short amount of time, and its people along with it.

"I still had 10 minutes left, are you kidding me?!"

Another thing Lucifer was used to, was to hear loud arguing between people. He already dealt with it on a daily basis whenever his brothers happened to get at each other's throats, so being the witness of a group of humans throwing fits in public at each other, not caring about the looks that others would give them, wasn't unusal for him either. Curious though, he glanced towards the origin of the voice, only to see a normal human and one in a blue uniform facing each other, the latter placing a ticket on the windscreen of a car.

"You're in front a private hotel, you should know you aren't allowed to park here."

"The spaces for the taxis are right there! While this is a spot for anyone! You have no right to give me a ticket when I'm parked correctly!" You threw a hand in the air, not about to let yourself be tricked into believing his words.

The tone of the warden suddenly turned more threatening. "I'd watch your mouth if I were you. I could call the police and have you arrested right here if I wanted. I work for this hotel, and I'm the one who dictates whether you have the right to park in front of it or not."

Lucifer squinted his eyes at the scene. Oh, an average human responding to a figure that had more power than them? Now this was a sight he'd rarely see on his visits. But definitely one that always rubbed him the wrong way, especially when the one at fault wasn't the one being accused.

"Actually," his presence left the two humans confused, especially for the one he was now standing by. "I happen to have been waiting here for half an hour. Those parking spots have a time limit of 20 minutes, correct? Yet, when I arrived earlier, this person's car wasn't present yet. I assume you happen to know basic math, right?"

Your eyes grew wide at the cocky smile that birthed on his face. And here you were thinking you couldn't respond more boldly to a private warden, this man was literally standing there with his arms across his chest, and throwing these kinds of words in the warden's face like it was nothing. The warden's face grew even more furious, asking the demon in disguise in front of him to mind his own business and step away. But despite his demands, Lucifer did not move an inch.

"You said you worked for this hotel, correct? Coincidentally enough, I was just about to have a private meeting with the owner. It would be a shame if he ever learned one of his employees was menacing a person I was vouching for now, wouldn't it?"

You aren't sure exactly how and why, but the warden took a step back, before retrieving the ticket off the windscreen and muttering apologies on his way back to the hotel. You glanced at the man beside you, quickly noticing the intense red color of his eyes. Had they just shone for a moment...? No, probably just your imagination.

"You know," he turned towards you, shaking his head, "sometimes stating the truth won't always help you. That's how the world works. But next time, don't hesitate to mention me if you ever have trouble with him. It should be effective enough to put his tail back between his legs."

You muttered your thanks as he turned his back to you, and your eyes followed him as he and another man greet each other before stepping inside the hotel. The owner asks him if anything had happened outside, to which Lucifer only mentions a "pest problem", earning a confusing look from the owner in return.

Lucifer wasn't normally one to meddle with human problems. But doing so from time to time fed his pride greatly, as he got to watch them cower before him and walk away in shame. It always felt so satisfying to see it happen. And yet, he couldn't still place his finger on why, but as he was standing by you earlier... he had felt a warmth he hadn't experienced in a long time. Dare he say, you had almost seemed familiar.

Yet, he had never come across your face before. Even as he stepped into the House of Lamentation late in the evening, your image wouldn't leave his mind. What about you, a seemingly normal human, could captivate him so much? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find an answer.

Oh well. To help with this curiosity of his, this encounter with you today, wouldn't probably be the last.

Mammon

Another day, another random summoning from the witches to the human world. How he despised when it happened without any warning, whether it pulled him straight out of his bed in the middle of the night, when he was in class, when he was in the middle of a heated poker match, or in his current case... in the middle of lunch.

It was daytime in the human world, and his eyes had yet to adjust to the brightness of the sun as two witches walked beside him on each of his sides. Mammon always kept silent in these moments, mostly because he wanted to keep a low profile while surrounded by humans, but also because the witches had quite the influence over him. A single misplaced word, and a curse could be placed on him at any moment.

At some point though, he made the mistake of responding to one of them on a bad tone, and a loud argument began to ensue between the two, all while under the curious and worried faces of passersby. One of the witches quickly started slapping him with her handbag, reminding him who was the superior one in this situation. In the Devildom, this would have gone completely unnoticed, and Mammon was also no stranger to punishment, so getting slapped by a bag was only midly annoying at best. What neither he, nor the witches could expect though, was for a human to step between them to break off the fight.

"Hey, leave him alone! Or do you want me to call the police?!"

The witch with the bag frowned with a groan, while Mammon, who had your back facing him as you took on a defensive stance in front of him, could only stare in confusion at your intervention.

Stupid human... If you knew who we were, you wouldn't try and get yourself involved like that.

"Hey, I'm actually with the-" he tried to say, only to be cut by the witches announcing their departure.

"You. Same time tomorrow, and you better not raise your voice against us again. We'll forget about this, but only this time."

As if you didn't even exist, the witches turned their backs before walking away. Mammon placed his hands in his pockets, looking at the back of your head. Really, could this human have picked a worse time than try to insert themself into his business? As he was about to let them know he was part of their group, he noticed your trembling hands.

Got scared, too? Tch, don't bite more than ya can chew.

"Sorry, are you okay?" you finally turned to him. "I've been walking in the same direction for a while now and couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you seemed to be. When they started hitting you, I just couldn't walk by and let it happen."

Huh... So they had actually noticed for a while? And still decided to intervene? He had to admit, for as long as he knew how humans were... he really didn't expect anyone to actually care about a guy being hit by women in the street.

"Do you want me to call the police?"

"Nah, it's fine," he shook his head. "I'll just... get back home. I got my brothers waiting for me. Appreciate the intervention, though. But maybe try not to put your nose where it doesn't belong too much. T'would save you some trouble if it were to happen next time."

Wanting to get back to the Devildom as soon as he could, he turned his back to you before waving his hand in the air. Upon coming back home, Mammon quickly approached Lucifer to ask how a human could be protected from curses. The last thing he wanted, even if the matter was about a random, selfless human such as you, was for someone to be hurt because of him.

Leviathan

Finally, today of all days was the grand opening of the Nekonomicon convention! Since the owner of the con was a demon in disguise working in the human world, Levi had found little to no problem getting Lucifer to accept and let him go there for a day. And after much waiting done in the long queue leading to the building, he had finally been let in. His eyes were sparkling as bright as two suns upon looking at all the human-exclusive merch, manga and anime that hadn't been released in the Devildom yet. He wasn't about to let any stupid human normie get their hands on his precious treasures though, so as soon as he was inside, Levi did not waste a second before putting figures, plushies, games and books inside his bags.

At some point, he came to a stop in front of a stall, and his mouth was practically watering at what he had in front of him. A brand new, absolutely beautiful, limited-edition of a Lord of Shadows figure. He had only heard about it in the legends! Well, that is, the legends being the forums he visited. But he still couldn't believe he was laying his eyes on it! So few people liked the third lord as their favorite character, so the figure only ended selling poorly and being quickly forgotten by TLS fans and collectors. This was an absolute miracle. This figure had to be there for HIM. It had to be!

As Levi quickly approached the stall, and began to stutter about the figure to the seller, the latter only snickered in response.

"Sorry pal, someone just bought it from me." He pointed his thumb behind him, and Levi could only watch in despair as none other than a simple human was given the packaged figure by the second stall owner.

He felt both defeated and furious. How dared this ignorant, simple, stupid and lowly human steal his favorite lord from him?! He bet they didn't even know who the Lord of Shadow was! There was no way they could recognize how grand he was, nor understand the depths of his character and personality! In a fit of pure, raw jealousy, Levi stomped his way towards the human.

"Y-You!" He pointed a finger right in your face. "Are you really a TSL fan?!"

You leaned your head backward enough for his finger not to touch your nose, frowning in response. "Huh? Of course I am, why would I buy this otherwise? What's your problem?"

Levi was actually taken aback by your words. Wait, they really are? I mean, of course anyone would know about how amazing TSL is, but they're a complete normie! And they're a human!

"B-But, why would you buy this lord specifically?! No one even likes him, it's always "Lord of Corruption" this, "Lord of Corruption" that! You're actually telling me you bought this while fully knowing his potential as a character?!" He watched as you clung the figure closer to your chest.

"Maybe that's what you're thinking, but I always preferred the third lord better. His friendship with Henry is what really made the series shine, and I haven't spent hours reading and watching TSL for someone to greedily take that figure away from me. Maybe you shouldn't hang around people who despise your favorite character that much?"

His words were caught in his throat in an instant. The Lord of Shadow was also your favorite? But... how? Everyone he knew always preferred the first or second lord, yet here was a human who actually liked the same character as him? Gritting his teeth, he had to recognize it... maybe you weren't as normie as he thought.

In a last attempt to satisfy his envy, and before you could step further away from him among the crowd, he quickly pulled out his phone before sliding back in front of you to shove it in your face.

"Here! This is a 200 questions quiz about the third lord that I found online! Tonight, let's see if you're really as big of a fan as you say!"

You arched an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"

"Yes!"

After considering leaving the guy physically on read, you shrug your shoulders and accepted his offer. Before any of you knew it, you had already exchanged your names on a messaging app you both happened to use, before turning your backs to each other, both chins high in the air. While you huffed how impossible this man had been, Levi was fully ready to prepare himself for the quiz, and save his honor as a Lord of Shadows fan.

Tonight... a showdown would take place!

Satan

After much complaining to his oldest brother to be allowed to go buy a book that had only been released in the human world, Satan was finally able to go get his new precious at a bookstore. Not wanting to head back home straight away though, he decided to sit in a nearby park, mainly to enjoy the peace and quiet he couldn't get in the Devildom. However, the silence that had accompanied him for the first few minutes of his reading session was quickly interrupted by the sudden appearance of a group of children playing soccer. Although frustrated, Satan kept his focus on his book. He was used to this kind of racket, so all he had to do was to create the scenes in his head realistically enough to block out the sounds. That is, until another type of noise caught his attention.

Sitting on another bench farther away, your own book was thrown away out of your hands by an upcoming ball that had been accidently kicked your way by the kids. You knew letting them play so close to you would end up bringing you misfortune, and unfortunately, your fears had come true. You threw yourself on your feet, anger suddenly taking over as you yelled at them. "Can't you go play somewhere else?!", the small humans only replying with hushed excuses before grabbing their ball and running in the opposite direction. A huff escaped you as you bent down to grab your book, the red cover now completely stained by the mud it had fallen in. As you opened it to see how many pages had been saved, your frustration only grew even more. The ball had rendered it completely unreadable.

In a desperate attempt to save it, you try to wipe the mud away, fully knowing how useless your actions would be. Satan, although a demon, still wants to remain a gentleman towards another book lover. He stood up from his seat before heading your way.

"Mind if I take a look at this?" His presence next to you is more surprising than his question. Yet, in your confusion and recent fit of anger in public, you extend your stained book towards him. With a swift movement of the hand, he swipes the mud away from the cover, a smile soon appearing on his lips.

"I can't believe it happened on its release day, of all days. I spent months waiting for it to be in stores, I almost even fought with other customers earlier to grab one." You let your frustrations out, not minding if you happen to tell them to a complete stranger.

"Well, this might be your lucky day." Satan said, before handing you his book. To your surprise, it is the exact same edition than the one you were reading. "Here, you can take mine. I don't doubt I'll be able to find a new one without much difficulty."

"A-Are you sure? They only sold limited quantities of this, the store I went to had its stocks depleted in less than an hour!"

"Don't worry, I have contacts who can help me find another one. I insist."

He pratically placed the book in your hands without waiting for your response. You looked at the brand new, leather cover. It still even smelled new.

As you tried to take your wallet out of your pocket to pay for his book, Satan immediately shook his head, telling you that he doesn't need any compensation for this. Knowing that he helped someone who likes the same author as him is a worthy-enough reward on its own. As he eventually departs, you hadn't even noticed that he had taken your dirty book along with him.

After this encounter, Satan proceeded to use a spell to bring back your book to its original state, much to his own pleasure. In the next few days, it weirdly becomes a habit for him to ask Lucifer's permission to go to the human world, stop at this same park, and glance on your figure sitting on the other bench from time to time while you enjoy the book he gave you, as the two of you read to the sounds of birds chirping, and kids playing soccer.

Asmodeus

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Asmodeus to sneak out in the human world to grab the latest fashion. He just loved getting on the latest trends, and buy the newest clothes and makeup he could get his hands on! Plus, the next best thing after gathering all he could find in multiple bags, was to look at all the beautiful human faces he had around him. What a forbidden paradise their realm was.

As he entered his upteenth store of the day, Asmo offered his brightest smile to the salespersons, and began to browse through their selections. After shoving multiple shirts and jackets on his arm for him to try, his attention was quickly caught however by the other person standing on the opposite side of the clothing rack.

Their eyes moved from left to right as they checked the different pieces of clothing, seemingly not finding any that matched their interest. As they turned around to search elsewhere, Asmo smirked. Any opportunity to accost a lone little lamb such as them was always one he wouldn't miss. Plus, they simply looked too adorable for him to ignore.

"I think blue would suit you better." His sudden appearance by your side surprise you, causing you to bring the top you were checking closer to your chest. "Mmmh, but maybe green would be a good choice as well. We'd have to match it with something else though, but I think it would bring out the color of your eyes even more."

He smiled sincerely as he grabbed a shirt off the rack to show it to you. "Like this jacket! Doesn't it look nice? Oh, and the texture is also very comfortable! Here, take a look!"

You practically had no time to let a word out as he placed it in your hands. Despite him showing out of nowhere, he didn't seem to be ill-intentioned. "T-Thank you?"

"No problem honey, I wouldn't want you to pick you something dull after all." His gaze as he stared directly into your eyes sends shivers down your back, although you weren't sure if it was caused by the intensity of it, or because of the peculiar color of his irises.

You offered him an awkward smile, before continuing to browse through the rack. Next to you, however, Asmo's eyebrows pinched together. He had just tried to charm you, and yet you had showed no response to his magic. Had he not tried hard enough?

Just to make sure, he tapped your shoulder a few moments later, offering you another top, and taking the opportunity to gaze into your eyes once more as you take the shirt from him. Still, nothing happened. The demon grew confused, for all humans he had used his charms on had always been very receptive. Not a single creature was immune to his magic! At least... that's what he had always thought until now.

Shortly after, Asmo quickly introduced himself, and the two of you actually make casual conversation, with him sharing his knowledge on fashion and the like to you. To his pleasure, he ended up learning about your name, and the both of you eventually part ways.

Even after coming back home, and receiving the usual punishment from Lucifer for having snuck off without his permissions, his mind seemed to always wander back to you. You were a normal human, and yet, his power, even though he was the embodiment of Lust, hadn't worked on you. He spends the entire night pondering about the encounter, and about you.

Perhaps, to solve this mystery... another visit to the human world would be necessary.

Beelzebub

It was a miracle that Lucifer had allowed Beel to go to the human world to feast on some human food, as long as he didn't eat actual humans. "You best behave yourself", he had told his younger brother, who to retain his demon impulses, had decided to never spent a single minute while in the foreign realm without having food in his mouth. His next stop was at a food vendor doing their business on the side of the road, serving their customers straight out of the small truck that served as their kitchen. Beel had always found that those were the best places to order food from, simply because he didn't have to wait forever to get delicious meals served to him.

After waiting in line, not without feeling kind of out-of-place among the other humans, his turn finally came. As he approached the vendor, his mind having already set on the most popular dish the vendor could make, he expressed his order. However, he quickly received a negative answer, heari,g that the person in front of him had obtained their last serving of the day. Needless to say, these news crushed him.

You came to an abrupt stop as you turned around with your serving in hand, quickly noticing how disappointed the man behind you was that he couldn't have gotten what he wanted. Being a regular here, you didn't seem to recognize him, however. A tourist, perhaps? As you looked between him and your food, you pondered for a few seconds, before quickly catching up to him in front of the line.

"Excuse me-" you raised your hand to get his attention, "here, you can have mine."

The expression of surprise on his face could have almost made you laugh, if it hadn't been for his quick answer.

"Really? You would give it to me?"

"Yeah, it's no problem. You don't seem from around here, while I almost eat this pretty regularly. And those are really delicious, anyone should try it."

There is a couple seconds of hesitation from Beel, feeling both weird for accepting food from a random human, but also because he really, really wanted to eat. And if someone was offering him food out of pure kindness; and he ended up refusing it, would he really be the Avatar of Gluttony?

"I appreciate it." He nods, grabbing the food before quickly remembering his manners. "Let me buy you something in return, so that your money won't be wasted."

You were about to protest, but Beel was quicker on asking suggestions from the vendor. You decided on something that was definitely cheaper than what you had previously paid for, and Beel had noticed it. After offering your thanks and goodbyes to each other, the demon is amazed at how good the food you offered turns out to be. In the weeks that pass, Beel quickly and coincidentally becomes a regular at the food truck, and you start to wonder if he really didn't "bump" into you on purpose when getting your lunch there. Not that you really minded, in the end.

Belphegor

He still couldn't believe it. Not only had Lucifer ordered him to go to the human world with Beel and Mammon to clear out a mess that his idiot of a greedy brother had caused, but he had also actually managed to lose them both. Why couldn't have Lucifer chose someone else for this trip? Had he forgot how much he despised humans? Even if their world were to burn, he wouldn't care in the slightest. So having to actually roam around in their realm, but also being forced to interact with them to find his brothers again... If he hadn't lost Beel as well, he would have just left Mammon right here and there. Having to go back to this place after so many centuries... what a pain in the ass.

And so here was Belphie, arms crossed, sitting in an almost empty subway train, and his phone stuck between his ear and shoulder as he tried to read a map of the different stations of the line he was on.

"Stupid idiot, be more precise." He grumbled, his mind tired and frustrated by the incompetence of Mammon to direct him on the right path. "Also, is Beel still with you?"

"Of course he is! I've had to even restrain so he wouldn't wander off to a restaurant, so be more grateful towards your older brother!"

"Just shut up and tell me where I need to go."

Once Mammon had given him a detailed-enough image of the place he'd have to walk to, and which station he'd have to leave the train at, Belphie ended the call before putting the phone back into his jacket's pocket. He didn't even think it necessary to fold the map that layed across his lap right now, he'd most probably have to use it once he left the subway. Why was the human world so complicated to navigate? How he wished he could be in bed right now.

He had just enough time to glare at a human sitting on the other side of the train before his exhaustion caught up to him and made him fall asleep. As if he had closed his eyes for only a couple of minutes, he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake.

"Sir- this is your stop, isn't it?"

He was about to tell whoever was touching him to piss off, until his brain turned on again and his eyes stopped on the station's name, which was the exact same one as Mammon had told him to exit the train at. Not paying a single mind to the human who awoke him, he hurriedly got up from his seat, stepped out of the train with his map in hand, and walked into the subway to find the exit.

He came to an abrupt stop in the middle of a set of stairs before turning around. "Why are you following me?"

You froze on the spot, eyes wide open at his accusation. You quickly explain that you're not following him, this happened to also be your stop. He gives you a look that tells you he's not buying yours words, despite them being sincere. You mention having overheard where he's supposed to head though, and offer to show him where it is. Belphie only stares at you for a few seconds with a frown on his face, before turning around and resuming climbing up the stairs. You sigh, and keep walking behind him. So much for being nice to random people.

'Mind your own business, human'. As if on top of it all, he needed one of them to dig their nose where it didn't belong. But the more he climbed up, and the more he felt his eyelids becoming heavier, he was starting to reconsider their offer. He desperately wanted to sleep, and if finding his brothers on his own took him too long, he'd only end up falling asleep somewhere and then getting lost himself. Reluctantly, as he reached the top of the staircase, he turned around and waited for you to reach his level.

"Alright, maybe I do need directions."

You could see as you both stepped out of the subway that he didn't seem like the kind of person to like talking to others in general, and you'd be lying if you said the heavy silence between the two of you didn't make you slightly uncomfortable. But you figured, might as well help him find his siblings and do your good action of the day. Luckily, guiding him proved to be relatively easy, and after coming to a point where you two had to part ways, you took out a small piece of paper to draw him the rest of the path.

Belphie took it before giving a half-hearted thanks, and going on his merry way to the address. You simply watched as he disappeared behind a corner, feeling suddenly exhausted, as if the entire interaction had taken the rest of your energy.

After giving a slap behind Mammon's head and ignoring his question about the drawn map he had with him, Belphie hurried his brothers so they could go back home. Strangely, the paper didn't meet its end in a trashcan upon coming back home. Instead, Belphie kept turning it around in his hand as he sat on his bed, his cheek cupped in his palm. Something about that person he had encounter intrigued him. He expected all humans to be as self-centered as your usual demon, not caring whether their neighbor was cold or hungry. But with the way you had smiled at him as you handed him your drawing, wishing him "good luck" in finding his brothers... a foreign feeling began to grow deep within the pit of his stomach.

'Maybe some humans aren't total hypocrites, I guess...'

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