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Simeon: (SIGH)

MC: Why the big sigh?

Simeon jumps.

Simeon: Oh, hello. Shouldn't you be in the House of Lamentation right now? I heard there's a party going on.

MC: I went out to get a glass of Nightshade Milk, but we’re all out in the kitchen, so I came here to check. You wouldn’t happen to have any, would you?

Simeon: Afraid not. And you’ve come all this way... I have a lot of Sunberry Milk, however, if you want any?

MC: I’ll try one.

Simeon: Over here.

As I follow Simeon to the kitchen, I take out my D.D.D. and send out a message.

* * *

Asmodeus: Uugh, just how long does it take to fetch one drink? Shouldn’t a person who went to get a glass of milk be back by now? It’s been half an hour already.

Satan: We’ve got so many beverages here. The only drink we don’t have is milk. Why would anyone want to drink milk at the party, anyway?

Mammon: Right? You’re a demon of sense, Satan. Unlike a certain someone.

Mammon turns to glare at Belphegor, but Beelzebub is blocking him from view.

Mammon: All these drinks, yet Belphie wanted the milk that’s not here. And where does he get off, sending the guest of honor to fetch it? Who DOES that?

Leviathan: I know, right? Unforgivable. If you want a drink, go get it yourself. Don’t ask someone else to do it.

Mammon: Especially not that someone.

Asmodeus: Check this out. Didn’t Belphie receive a message just now?

Mammon: WHAT?

Belphegor: (is caught in the process of checking his D.D.D.)

In the blink of an eye, Belphegor is surrounded.

Mammon: Who messaged you?

Satan: Don’t ask stupid questions. Only one of us is not here right now.

Leviathan: Why are you the only one getting a message?

Lucifer: Never mind all that. What does the message say?

Belphegor: It’s a secret.

Asmodeus: Belphie, dear? Let me see your D.D.D., please?

Belphegor: No.

Asmodeus: ...

Mammon snakes his hand out and tries to snatch the D.D.D.

Belphegor narrowly avoids his grasp.

Belphegor: What do you think you’re doing!

A brief but dirty fight over the D.D.D. ensures.

Mammon: Pull his tail, Levi! Satan, hold him by the horns!

Satan: Don’t tell me what to do...!

Belphegor: Urk!

Leviathan: Uwaa! Asmo, help!

Asmodeus: Here I come with the pillows!

Belphegor: Beel...! Mmph!

Beelzebub: ...

Severely outnumbered, Belphegor is pinned facedown to the couch and buried under the mountain of pillows. Somehow his D.D.D. ends up in the hands of Lucifer, who did not participate in the fight.

Lucifer: Let’s see.

Lucifer unlocks the screen with his master password and opens the chat as the rest of the demons crowd around him.

[MC: I couldn’t find Nightshade Milk, want Sunberry Milk instead?]

Lucifer: ...sent from the Purgatory Hall?

Mammon: ...why go all the way there? We have a ton of Nightshade Milk right here in the kitchen.

Beelzebub: I’m sorry. I might have drank all of it.

Mammon: You MIGHT have?

Beelzebub: I have no memory of it. But I feel full right now.

Satan: Is it likely, yes. The question is, why go to the Purgatory Hall? Isn’t this too much effort for a mere drink?

Lucifer: ...

Satan: ...

Mammon: Hey, gimme that D.D.D. I’ll send a message back.

Belphegor: Mmph! Pmmph!

Leviathan: Why should you be the one to send it? I can do it as well.

Asmodeus: Me, me! Let ME send the message. I know JUST the thing to say to call someone back!

Lucifer: Very well. You do this, Asmo.

Lucifer hands the D.D.D. over to Asmodeus.

Satan: Don’t mess this up.

Asmodeus: Leave it to me!

Belphegor: Pphaaah. (voice muffled) Get those pillows off me already... can’t... breathe....

* * *

ding.

I check the incoming message.

[Belphegor: Honey, I don’t want any milk. I want YOU. Hurry back, my sweet pumpkin, everyone is missing you. Let’s not waste a single moment of our last night in the Devildom together. Muah!]

MC: ...

MC: (My last night in the Devildom...)

If Asmo is messaging me from this D.D.D., I take it Belphie is already indisposed?

In any case, I guess he doesn’t want his milk anymore.

And that means, there’s no reason for me to hurry back.