*Lucifer's POV*

Weeks passed since Y/N's matter of disappearance, Diavolo held another meeting regarding the upcoming art exhibit for prodigies from all of the three main factions of the world: the demons, the angels and the humans. This got me delighted knowing that this would be Y/N's chance to show her true potential in art. I still could not get over her painting of me, I felt... calm and relaxed whenever I would look at it. It reminds me of her smiles that are as bright as the heavens where I used to grow up with my brothers.

However, those smiles weren't the same as what we would oftenly see. I mean... When you look at it, she seems unproblematic and truthfully happy, but it just feels empty. Her eyes were trying to tell us something yet her mind restricts her to do so. From the past weeks seeing her like this, I was unable to get anything from her. She could avoid conversations about herself in a way that no one could oppose; even my pride couldn't handle hers.

We were having a dinner wherein we discussed the art exhibit to convince her to join. At first I thought she would beg to disagree, but she blissfully said yes.

"So, you've heard about the art exhibit? Diavolo said that it'll be great for you to join, especially when he saw your painting of me", I told her while looking straight in her eyes, already noticed her surprised self.

She placed a wide grin on her lips then took a bite of the steak on her plate before replying, "Really? I... thought it wasn't that good. I'm glad that he said so. I'll join in!"

"Oooo~ Can I see? Can I see?", Asmodeus said in glee then clung on to Y/N's shoulders almost to kissing her neck.

"Asmo, we're eating, ew! Keep your arousals to yourself", Levi complained when he, himself was currently being head over heels on a non-existent character he just kissed on his screen.

"Asmo, enough of that! I'll just go straight into your room after dinner", Y/N teased which made me worry a lot because we're all aware how my brother couldn't resist his desires. Even if he could, I wouldn't even risk it.

"Oh sure dear~ I'll be gentle", he replied with 'that' look on his eyes then continued on finishing his meal excitedly. This scares me... After all: Asmo will be Asmo.

"Don't even think about it", strictly, I spoke that they all froze in fear. This intimidating side of me was useful after all, though I would feel really distant as I do this all the time around them. "Y/N and I need to talk about the exhibit for next week, so-"

"NEXT WEEK?", Y/N suddenly exclaimed, shook us all in mere surprise. "Aye, sorry haha. It's just because I cram a lot. But no worries at all!"

"Oh, it's no problem. Next week will just be the start of the annual art festival. Your competition will be held at the last week of the event", I said to assure her to not get anxious. I already knew how this meant to her since she once told me that it's her lifelong dream to be included in such events. Now that I'm granting her wish, it softens me to know how happy she was. I was the one who convinced Diavolo for her to join after all, and it delighted me that he agreed with it.

She sighed in relief after my reassurance. Then again, she finished her meal faster than Beel, and as time went by, her eating patterns were almost turning into my brother of gluttony. Right here I already knew that she's been hiding everything from any of us. I just couldn't overpower her oppositions in the fright of yelling wrongly at her; just like what I used to do before. Guilt was wrapping me overtime that I think I might be the one of the absolute reasons why she's locking herself all alone.

"Ahhh! I'm stuffed! I really missed mac and cheese", she said this, patting on her own stomach as she was about to leave the room. "Hey Lulu, I'll head to your study at 8."

"Heeyyy Luluuu!", my brothers began teasing me with the nickname that Y/N just gave me. I just gave them 'that' glare and was effective enough to keep their mouths shut. I did not say that I hate it, I just feel truly embarrassed by it. Responding to her, I just nodded my head then let her do whatever she wanted to do.

There she was... all on her own again to face something that we never knew she might be going through. I had no choice but to let someone check on her other than me. I wanted to but my presence might keep her on guard as what she does always.

"Belphie..."

The youngest responded with his tired eyes facing me, his eyebrows raised as if he was asking me what I needed of him.

"Can you please check on Y/N right now? I am well-aware how bugged everyone of us is with her actions."

He just nodded then quietly stood up from his seat, left the room careful enough to not let Y/N notice him.

"I thought I was the only one who had noticed her eating habits", Beel had a look on his face, knowing how serious Y/N's case was. "I can't eat anymore seeing her like that because I think it's painful for her. I feel bad."

"Her skin is in bad shape, you know. I already told her that but it seems like it has gotten worse. Feels like she wasn't sleeping at all", Asmodeus added, eyes focused on the table and trying not to cry in front of us. Although not for a little while he hid his face with the sleeves of his sweater; we heard him sniffing. He only said such simple sentences but it hit him hard that he couldn't resist to cry.

"She's gotten thin... That's what Mammon and I talked about just a week before. Despite her massive appetite, she appeared feeble", Satan sighed with his fingers rubbing on his chin while Mammon beside him had a concerned look on his face. "Might be her way of taking out her stress but I am not sure for what cause in case she's really being self-destructive."

"I gotta admit, Y/N told me once that she's having seasonal migraines to decline my request yesterday when I invited her to play with me", on the other hand, Levi put down his mobile device then held his head in unease.

...

*Y/N's POV*

Here we go with this vertigo again, it makes me utterly sick that I couldn't stomach anymore. It's as if a habit that's already a part of me. It's my fault anyway; after all I started it. The vertigo isn't something physical but is actually something that dwells inside my pea-sized brain. Voices linger in my head telling me to just... die.

As soon as I got off from the sights of the brothers, I ran towards the nearest comfort room then began throwing up everything I just ate. I've been crying for weeks that I feel like I have no tears to release anymore. Nevertheless, I still cried a river because of the sharpest pain that would pierce through me every time I vomit. I suddenly got an urge to shout out of the anger swelling inside me; facing the mirror I did so.

"WHY ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT? What do you all want me to do?", my words drifted as I slid back down against the concrete counter, my hands holding into it. "I just want to end everything... Don't... let me suffer further anymore."

...

I sobbed inside quietly for some time but recollected myself right after soon as I heard footsteps passing by the other side of the door. I finally went out, already made sure that I wouldn't look as if I cried. I know that I fucked up after shouting that loud. Nevertheless, I acted as if nothing had happened at all. Pretty sure they'd know the reason soon, I'm just collecting my courage to confess to them.

"Ah, Lucifer."

He stood there and seemed to be waiting for me to come out. The look on his face baffled me but I kept my act as steady as possible. Regardless whether I'm caught in the act or not, they'll find out anyway. I'm just afraid that he might misunderstand or act the way similar to how my parents treat me. It's not because I don't trust him, rather the fact that it would create a barrier in between us. I love Lucifer after all; at least confessing to him would ease my mind and theirs.

"I was waiting for you outside your room but you weren't answering. I found out that you're here when Belphie told me that this room's occupied."

Avoiding the possibilities of any interrogations from him, I hurriedly replied, "Well then, since we're together now, let's go?"

Not even fighting against me, he answered, "Okay then."

"BUT-"

"Hmm?"

"I h-have...", I stuttered with my speech yet still trying to keep my composure in front of him. Then I continued, brushing my hair over my ear, averting his gaze, "I have a request.. Can we go to my favourite spot in R.A.D. I want to show you something."

*Lucifer's POV*

Not going to lie about it, I felt relief that she asked me to come with her in her only comfort spot in Devildom. Knowing that there would be a chance for me to finally confront her and give her the attention that she needed. I did not hesitate to smile genuinely in front of her as I nodded with her little favour. Indeed, I'm a little aware that she's just mustering up all the courage she need to tell me everything she's hiding. Everything that exists in this world takes time.

"Well then, hold on tight", my fingers intertwined with hers as I proceed to teleport ourselves back to R.A.D.. Our pupils dilated with the warmth exchanging in our hands. The light swallowed us, blinding but warm.

Then we finally arrived at where she wanted us to be talking. I was lying a bit that we'd be talking about the exhibit alone; I was clearly aiming for her honesty. All I ever wanted her to do was to tell me the truth. I admit it yes, I was a hard ice to melt before she could free all the words I wanted to say to my brothers long ago. Right now made me realize how she felt during those times, it was difficult when someone you value was keeping distance from you.

We climbed up the branches to where her comforter was placed then sat side by side each other. The evening breeze constantly swept her H/C locks where it helped me see her beautiful eyes glistening with the brightness of the moon above us.

"What is it that you need to show me?", I asked her, focusing on her gaze only. At this rate, I began to feel my chest tighten of all the things she wanted to imply all this time, hoping that she would finally tell me what's wrong.

She smiled at me then pointed at the pieces of paper attached to the branches. Each was scribbled with symbols that I couldn't understand then below those symbols were counting lines. I tilted my head in confusion over the characters written that were far way different from her human language nor ours.

"Ah those symbols are made up by... DRUMROLL! Me! Amazing isn't it?", she answered my silent ventures then pulled something from one of her pockets. She handed me a little scrapbook that could fit inside my hand perfectly. "Now you have the copy of the symbol translation because you are now officially a part of Y/N's secret guild for extraordinary artists!"

Her childish remarks couldn't help me but giggle in genuine happiness; she, too, let out her own giggles as well almost falling down from where she's sitting. "You know, I've always wanted to take you here... By the way, these notes glued here are my thought counts for my paintings. Whenever I wanted to paint something, I would write them then count how many times they'd slip my mind."

"I'm honoured to be part of your secret organization. Shall I be your right-hand man?", I went on with her lovely imagination which made her even smile more. But that smile suddenly turned to tears. Nonchalantly, I questioned her with the same sadness inside me, "What made the president cry? Is there someone making her sad?"

She shook her head 'no' then just wrapped her arms around me; felt my shirt being slowly wet in her tears as she began to cry loudly. I held her gently, caressing her back to comfort her. She pushed me slowly a little back but made sure to keep balance, her hands cupping my face as she looked at me misty-eyed.

I only lost track of time when our lips felt the heat as they collided. There weren't any responses I could provide her but my salty tears streaming down my face. I kissed her gently, not letting her go from my embrace just to remind her how much I value her. This I couldn't express through words but I'm certain enough that she gets what I mean.

I love her. I will love her until the end. And if there's a way for her to stay longer as we do here as demons, I'll do so just to see her smiles everyday.

"Thank you..."