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Solomon and MC being crackheads
"Hey, where's MC?" Lucifer asks, papers in his hand.
"In their room." Satan's attention is diverted to the papers. "Hey, what are those?"
"These are the essays Lord Diavolo wish for MC to write. He wanted to read different opinions from each species but the topics he had chosen are so ridiculous that I could barely take him seriously." Lucifer sighs and shakes his head, making Satan chuckle.
"And what are the topics he had chosen?"
"...Teddy bears, rocks, swings and bags."
If Satan had a cup of tea, he would either choke on it or spit it out but either way, he ended up bursting out of laughter. "May I say, holy shit! Those are the most random topics I've heard in a while!"
The firstborn sighs and leaves his younger brother to his laughing fit. Approaching towards his human housemate's room, he swore he could hear another voice but he brushes it off, thinking that you were imitating someone else and by that someone else, he means some random people online yelling 'yeet' or 'oh, hi. Thanks for checking in I'm still a piece of garbage' or anything of the sort this fossil couldn't care to understand. Well, even if he did care, his old mind cannot handle the millennial jokes.
Raising his hand to knock on the door, he stops when he heard a familiar voice. 'It sounded like Solomon', he thought but shakes his head. Maybe he's imagining it which is something he highly thinks is possible seemingly that he's so sleep deprived that he can't think straight most of the times.
But when his knocks went unanswered, he grows impatient. "I'm coming in!"
Upon opening the great wooden barrier between your room and the horrible outside world, there stood both you and Solomon. One of Lucifer's stolen cloak draped around your shoulders, a mask covering the top part of your face and your hands covered with black gloves. Solomon, on the other hand, is wearing one of Asmodeus's dress and a wig.
"Sing, my angel! SING!" Your voice horribly deep and your singing is not making up for it as it sounds like a dying walrus.
Not that the sorcerer was any good. His high-pitched singing sounds like a screeching banshee and nails scraping a blackboard combined but somehow, the both of you weren't bothered by the fact. Well, no shit. Both of you are horrible singers that are perfectly in terrible sync. I'm sure you can make the Demon King pray to God for you two to stop and even then, God wouldn't even be much of a help since your singing might blow up his eardrums so the Demon King's prayers would go unanswered.
Which is true to my statement when Lucifer himself is covering his ears and maybe silently praying to his father that you two would stop to which you two didn't.
"What the blazes? What the hell are you two doing? And how did you get in here Solomon?" The prideful demon asks, not taking off his hands off his ears in fear that you might use your majestic (not) voice to make him deaf.
"I have my own ways." Solomon places a hand on his hip, the dress perfectly fitting his muscular but feminine figure. Someone, please draw this.
"What'chu here for, Lucifer?" You ask.
"Oh, yeah." Your singing might've caused him a small brain damage. "These are the essays you need to do. Lord Diavolo's-"
"Fuck that!" You curse, cutting off the demon's sentence. "F to the U to the C, K, that!"
Lucifer sighs. Help this old man. He's a single mother taking care of seven crackheads who's working under his future (please) husband and he's denser than THE Karasuma Tadaomi whenever Diavolo is flirting with him. "MC, this is Lord Diavolo's orders."
"And call me Obama's twin sibling cause' fuck that shit!" You immediately refused.
"MC."
"This calls for drastic measures."
You quickly open the window and drag Solomon with you then dramatically swing the cape around you and the sorcerer knew what you were about to do. With the deepest voice you could muster, you say, "I am Batman."
And jumped out of the window Papyrus style with Solomon tailing behind you. Lucifer, panicked, runs towards the window and looks out because there's no way a human could survive a two storey fall, right? Well, you proved him wrong when you and Solomon did a front flip and landed on the ground, laughing, "Hee hee!"
The two of you are now Naruto running towards wherever you two want to escape to. A Batman wannabe and a magical girl running off into the sunset, holding hands while laughing like Micheal Jackson. Truly, a romance better than Twilight.
I have no idea what I wrote. I might've been high while writing this but I hope you enjoyed!