Everything that could’ve gone wrong went wrong. First, Lucifer stayed up all night to finish a report for the RAD council. Then in the morning, his brothers ended up arguing and got into a food fight, so he had to forgo breakfast. When he got to RAD, he learned that Diavolo ran away to escape his responsibilities, leaving Lucifer a tall stack of papers to read and sign. On top of that, since the butler was out searching for the prince, the Avatar of Pride had to take care of Barbatos’s student council work as well. For this reason, he had to ignore his rumbling stomach and skip lunch.

Just when Lucifer thought he could rest, a fight broke out between two lesser demons. Then he got caught in the middle of a prank and got doused in water, followed by pink glitter. There went his new clothes. After he left RAD, the raven-haired man stopped to get a snack but got attacked by hungry Devildom birds and had to give up his food. When he decided to head home, Diavolo showed up and asked Lucifer to save him from Barbatos; instead of helping the prince, the Avatar of Pride gave him a lecture which drained the remaining energy from his exhausted body. So, by the time Lucifer reach the House of Lamentation, he had no strength left.

All he wanted to do was eat, go straight to his room, and drink wine while listening to his favorite CD. The demon expected all his brothers to be busy with school work, but instead, he found them in the living room in a rather chaotic state. Mammon was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing up a storm; Levi sat on one of the sofas with both hands over his mouth, trying to suppress his chuckles; Satan leaned against Asmo’s shoulder, laughing and wiping his tears, while Asmo pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips and giggled; Beel held onto his stomach and repeatedly hit one of his large hands on the center table, laughing heartily; the youngest brother was curled up on the couch beside his twin, chuckling. You stood near the fireplace, biting down on your lower lip, but as soon as you saw Lucifer, you covered your mouth quickly, hoping he didn’t hear your words. 

Seeing the state of his family, Lucifer felt like hitting his head on a wall. All eyes turned to him, expecting him to question them or cross his arms and frown at their behavior, but the eldest brother chose to turn on his heels and dragged his feet towards his bedroom.

Asmo and Satan stopped laughing and exchanged glances as soon as they saw him exit the room. Belphie saw his older brothers’ reactions and wondered what happened. He tugged on Beel’s shirt to get him to stop laughing. Levi blinked in confusion, questioning why his tyrant brother walked away without saying a word. Mammon didn’t get the message and continued laughing until Satan threw a pillow at him.

“Hey, whatcha do that for?” The Avatar of Greed asked as he sat up and smoothed out his disheveled hair.

“Is Luci okay?” You questioned, not expecting him to give such an unusual reaction, “Should…we go check on him?”

Before anyone could reply to your question, a familiar voice interrupted, “Pardon my intrusion, but would Lucifer happen to be here?”

“He just came home,” you replied, “hey, Barbatos, did something happen to Lucifer? He…didn’t seem like himself.”

“I thought that may be the case,” the butler touched his chin and sighed before explaining the events that took place throughout Lucifer’s day.

“You know, Luci always does so much for us,” you mumbled and glanced at the ground, “we always cause trouble for him, but he still takes care of us. I think this time, we should do something for him!”

Your lips tugged into a smile as you held up your curled hands close to your face, “Let’s turn his bad day into a good day.”

The brothers pondered for a second, and Asmo was the first to speak, “I agree. Whenever I have fashion emergencies, I can always count on Lucifer to help me.”

Beel nodded in agreement, “Whenever I ask him for his food, he gives it to me. Also…he took care of Lilith a lot.”

Belphie’s muscles momentarily stiffened at hearing his sister’s name, but he regained his composure. “He locked me in the attic to protect me…even though I caused him trouble.”

Levi twirled the cable of his headphone around his index finger while mumbling, “He always makes sure my bank account is full, so I can buy all the games I want.”

“He takes Goldie away from me,” Mammon sighed and averted his eyes, “but to keep me from running into debt.”

All eyes turned to Satan, waiting for him to add his point to the conversation. The Avatar of Wrath crossed his arms as the corners of his lips turned down, “What? You really want me to say something nice about Lucifer?”

“Come on, Satan,” you pouted, “you know he has done nice things for you. Admit it! It’s not like Lucifer is around to hear you praising him.”

After a moment of silence, the blond man shook his head and admitted defeat. “Fine, even though I always hated him, Lucifer still looked out for me.”

“See, that wasn’t hard, was it?” You chuckled, earning a deeper frown from him.

“Seems like all of you have the situation under control,” Barbatos smiled, “Then I shall take my leave. If you require my aid, then do let me know. Please excuse me.”

———————

Asmo opened the door to his elder brother’s room and peeked inside. “Luci? Sorry, to disturb you.”

The Avatar of Pride sat on the chair next to the fireplace with his arms crossed over his chest and head thrown back. He didn’t open his eyes but motioned his brother to come inside.

“What’s wrong?” Luci asked in a sapped voice, slightly opening his eyes.

“I need you to come with me.” Asmo took hold of his brother’s hand and helped him to his feet before Lucifer could protest in any way.

“Can this wait?”

“No, sorry!” Asmo forced a small smile as he studied his sibling’s lifeless face.

Upon reaching his room, the Avatar of Lust asked his sibling to lie on his bed faced down. At first, the elder brother looked at Asmo with a raised eyebrow, but lacking the strength to protest, he gave in. While the other brothers fulfilled their duties, Asmo kept Lucifer busy with a body and face massage.

“Asmo, what is going on?” The raven-haired man asked in a muffled voice.

“Shh, no talking allowed. Just relax.” The Avatar of Lust cooed as he worked his fingers to break the pent-up tension in his brother’s muscles. In the meantime, Belphie and Levi snuck into Luci’s room to draw him a relaxing bath with candles and soothing music.

“D-Do you really think this will help?” Levi asked while lighting the silver-colored candles around the black bathtub.

“It will help. Besides, we need to give Asmo time to sneak out and buy Lucifer a new outfit. Levi, while I add the final touches, go tell Asmo we’re done.”

After Belphie added the remaining petals in the bathtub, he made his way to the kitchen to check on his twin and Mammon.

“Beel! Don’t touch that,” Mammon loudly said as he whacked the top of his younger brother’s hand, “Remember, we are cookin’ for Lucifer.”

“Beel, are you hungry again?” Belphie chuckled, stepping into the kitchen to find his twin pouting. The Avatar of Gluttony touched his growling stomach and nodded once.

“How are ya still hungry? You ate everything we made just a few minutes ago,” Mammon sighed and shook his head in disapproval, “Belphie, will ya make sure he doesn’t eat any of Lucifer’s food? We don’t have enough ingredients to cook everything again.”

“I p-promise I won’t eat anything.” The orange-haired demon lowered his head and looked at the older demon through his bangs.

“Don’t gimme that look. We’ll getcha somethin’ to eat after, ‘kay?”

Beel’s eyes lit as he vigorously nodded, “Let me help you with the vegetables.”

“So, how’s everything goin’ on your end?” Mammon asked as monitored the food on the stove.

“Lucifer got his massage and should be relaxing in the tub. Asmo will leave to buy his new outfit soon.” Belphie leaned again the wall and watched Beel rhythmically chopping the red, green, and orange vegetables.

“What about Satan and (Y/N)? Did they message ya?” 

“Yeah, Satan said (Y/N) gave an earful to Diavolo for giving Lucifer and Barbatos a hard time,” Belphie smiled and rolled his long bang between his right thumb and index finger, “I wish I could’ve been there.” 

———————

Meanwhile, you and Satan worked with the prince and his demon butler to finish some of Lucifer’s student council work. 

“Prince Diavolo, I apologize for crossing my limits earlier, but you are the Ruler of Devildom. That means you have certain responsibilities to fulfill whether you like it or not,” you huffed, “you can’t push those duties on others. Lucifer and Barbatos already do quite a lot for you, so please don’t give them a difficult time. Promise me, you won’t.”

Satan pressed his lips into a firm line to hold back his laughter while Barbatos quietly chuckled to himself. Diavolo exhaled loudly and shook his head, feeling guilty for his actions. 

“I promise. Barbatos, deliver an apology gift basket to Lucifer on my behalf. Also, let him know that he has the day off tomorrow.” 

“Of course, my lord.” The green-haired butler glanced at you with a smile before exiting the room to purchase the present. 

———————

An hour later, you and Satan return to the House of Lamentation to find Mammon and Beel heading to Lucifer’s room with a tray in hand. As the four of you reached the Avatar of Pride’s bedroom, you saw the remaining brothers waiting in front of the door.  

“Ah, seems like everyone is here,” Asmo smiled and knocked on the door, “Lucifer, we are coming inside.” 

The Avatar of Pride was stunned to see the group enter his room but stared wordlessly. He scanned all of your faces with unreadable eyes, waiting for one of you to speak. 

“Here,” Mammon broke the silence as he set the food tray on the center table, followed by Beel. “We heard you haven’t eaten today…” 

Lucifer lifted the silver cloches to find three meals, an appetizer, main course, and dessert, messily arranged on fine china plates with intricate gold patterns. He examined the dishes but stopped to stare at the cake with a missing piece. 

“B-Beel, you promised you wouldn’t eat anything,” Mammon rested his hands on his hips and shot a glare towards his younger brother. 

“S-Sorry…I couldn’t wait to eat,” The Avatar of Gluttony innocently replied. 

To everyone’s surprise, Lucifer started chuckling, “Thank you, Mammon, Beel.” 

“Luci, I got you a new replacement outfit,” Asmo chimed, “Though I must say, you looked quite good covered in pink glitter.” 

“Oh, I also have something I would like to tell you,” you chirped and clapped your hand together, “you have the day off tomorrow!” 

The raven-haired glanced at you with wide eyes, but before he could ask you why a loud knock echoed through the bedroom. All heads turned to see Barbatos stepping in with a large gift basket. “Pardon me, but Lucifer, Lord Diavolo asked me to deliver this on his behalf. He also wishes to apologize to you for causing you trouble today.” 

For a while, the Avatar of Pride grew quiet as he pieced the events of the day together. His lips curled up into a rather soft smile, “Thank you, everyone, for turning my day around, but I advise you not to get used to this kinder side of mine. I am curious about one thing though, what were all of you laughing at earlier today?”  

“Oh dear, look at the time,” Asmo gasped as he covered his cheeks, “I need to go moisturize my bedroom.” 

Mammon watched Asmo skip out of the room and quickly added, “Uh, I think I left the stove on. Lemme go turn it off before the house burns down.”

Levi looked around the room nervously as Mammon ran out of the room. “Um, I w-will go get g-gasoline to put out the fire…” The Avatar of Envy stiffly walked out the room, nearly tripping over his feet. 

“I need to finish a report and pull an all-nighter,” Belphie mumbled before turning on his heels and quickly sliding his feet across the hardwood floor. 

“I need to go burn my book,” Satan said and power walked out, mentally beating himself for making a senseless excuse.

Beel tilted his head to one side and blinked, “Why did everyone leave?” 

“I should return to the castle to babysi- I mean to attend to Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos chuckled and excused himself. 

“Uh, I need to…go summon the devil. See ya!” You flashed a toothy grin and raced out of the room. Lucifer watched all of you with one eyebrow tugged up. 

“Beel,” he shifted his attention to the only remaining brother, “tell me, why was everyone laughing earlier?” 

The tall demon chuckled, remembering your word, and blurted, “When (Y/N) saw you at the front door, they ran into the living room and said ‘dad’s home’.” 

“Dad…,” Lucifer slumped on the sofa and touched his forehead with his thumb and index finger, “is that what (Y/N) thinks of me as? I suddenly don’t feel well.”