Asmo sat with me on my bed, having me lean on him as he gently ran his fingers along my arms. He would occasionally make comments on the smoothness of my skin, or various images and patterns he found in my freckles. I let him, since he was not attempting to get under my nightgown, and the attention was rather nice. At the moment, he had my hand in his, the diamond long since faded away. As he gently massaged it, he examined my fingers curiously.

"Interesting," he remarked. "Belle, did you know your ring finger is longer than your index finger?"

"Never though about it, honestly," I told him.

"Hmm," he hummed slightly as gently lifted my thumb, running his own digit over the nail. "Oh, I love the shape of the nail on your thumb. So cute."

I was nodding off at this point, Asmo's body surprisingly comfortable and warm, so I mostly just nodded. He released my hand, then gently traced his fingers along my face.

"I think your left ear is slightly lower than your right one. Interesting. And these marks, did you pierce your ears one? Maybe we can get them repierced. I have some earrings I'm certain would look utterly darling on you."

Simeon looked over at us from his bed, smiling slightly.

"It seems you've grown quite fond of Belle," he remarked.

"Of course I have," Asmo replied, running his fingers through my hair and eliciting a soft moan from me. "Otherwise, I would never have agreed to the pact."

"Very true," Simeon nodded before giving me a once over. "Still, who would've guessed that Belle had such powerful magic hidden within herself."

"News to me..." I said softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"Well, wherever it's been hiding in you, I intend to find out," Asmo declared as his dexterous finger began gently rubbing my scalp and the back of my neck. "We'll unlock the secret of your magic, Belle. We'll take it nice and slow, and I promise you'll enjoy every minute of it."

"Snuggling and gentle touches, yes," I mumbled sleepily. "Getting frisky, no."

"Of course not," Asmo promised. "You're the type of girl who enjoys being pampered and cuddled. I can tell from how much you're just melting in my arms."

"Yeah… I'm an Ace here."

"I can work with that," Asmo told me, continuing his gentle massage.

"Oh no you don't!"

I groaned, opening my eyes to see Mammon standing in the doorway of the room. His eyes were blazing with anger and jealousy at the sight of me and Asmo snuggled in my bed.

"Asmo! What are you doing in Belle's bed?! And why are you holding her like some damned stuffed animal?!" He came over and tried to forcefully separate us, but Asmo held on tight. "You're too close! Get away right now! Far enough away that I can't see you! GO!"

"Belle and I are actually enjoying ourselves," Asmo told him matter of factly, leaning towards me and gently rubbing his cheek against mine. "At least until you so rudely interrupted us."

"I said get away from Belle you narcissistic PERVERT!"

I groaned again, grabbing my blankets in an attempt to bury my face in them and drown out Mammon's shouting. I apparently wasn't the only one drawn in by the noise, because Satan and Levi came walking in, the former looking annoyed and cranky.

"Wow it's loud in here," he remarked. "What's all the commotion?"

"Belle, Asmo, and Mammon are all in bed together, tangled up in each other and stuff," Levi commented. "It's hard not to fantasize about where this might be headed."

Before I could say anything in my defense, Luke came in, surveying the room curiously.

"Fantasize?" he questioned innocently. "What sort of fantasy are we talking about? Like knights and wizards and stuff?"

"Are they eating anything good in this fantasy?" Beel asked as he too entered the room.

"Oh jeez..." I let out. "Is the entire frikken castle coming up here?"

"It seems that way," Simeon lamented. "Looks like we're in for a night full of drama."

"Asmo, you bastard!" Mammon snapped, continuing to try and pry me out of Asmo's grip. "Quit snuggling up against Belle! Go away, you moron!"

"Excuse me?" Asmo retorted, shoving Mammon away. "It's none of your business who I snuggle up to or get lovey-dovey with, now is it? And your constant yelling is getting rather annoying!"

"I'll be as annoying as I have to be!" Mammon challenged, actually managing to grab me and dislodge me from Asmo's grip. "Whatever it takes to get you off of Belle! Get away, get away, get away, GET AWAY!"

"Ugh, you never shut up, do you?" Asmo sneered. "Anyway, why should I listen to you? And what makes you think you can boss me around?"

"Cause I'm the first one Belle made a pact with! That makes me Belle's first man and demon! So keep your hands to yourself when I'm around! Show some respect!"

That made Asmo turn from annoyance and anger to amusement. At this point though, I was angry. I pulled myself from Mammon's grip, fixing him with a glare.

"Okay, let me get something straight right here and now. You are not my 'first man', and even if you were, you don't own me! If anything, I own your sorry ass!"

Satan choked on a laugh, covering his mouth. Levi let out a long 'oooh' sound as Luke went wide-eyed at my display. Beel and Simeon were just watching at this point, curious how this would turn out. I barely paid them any mind, poking Mammon hard in the chest.

"And another thing, why does it matter who was first? I was actually enjoying myself when you came busting in her, turning our room into a shouting match! You have no right to boss anyone around, got it?!"

"Oh Belle," Asmodeus gushed, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me. "I do love how assertive you can be. I can feel the power in your words, making me want to worship you for the rest of eternity..."

He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, and Mammon lost it. He launched forward, grabbing a pillow off my bed.

"Damnit, Asmo! Go away! Stop touching Belle!"

I stepped back, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Do you think he heard a single word I said?" I wondered aloud.

"Knowing Mammon, absolutely not," Levi replied, sliding his hands into his pockets and shaking his head.

"Not a chance," Satan agreed.

"Hey Belle, did you bring that box of snacks you keep in your closet?" Beel questioned, already rummaging through my suitcase. "I'm hungry."

By this point, Asmo and Mammon had devolved into a shouting match, hurling insults of varying degrees of profanity. Simeon actually ended up covering Luke's ears at one point where Mammon was basically spewing various innuendos and suggestions of various ways Asmo could screw himself. However, the real kicker was when he lobbed the pillow he was holding right at Asmo's face.

"Hey!" Asmo shouted. "Did you just-? Oh that's it! You're dead now Mammon! Go burn in the deepest levels of Hell!"

He grabbed his own pillow, throwing it at Mammon just as Solomon joined the part.

"Sounds like something interesting is going on in here," the sorcerer remarked before surveying the scene. "Oh, I see. I suppose someone should stop this before it escalates."

"Trust me, Solomon," Simeon spoke up. "We've already passed the point of no return with them."

"You were asking for it, Asmo!" Mammon shouted, grabbing another pillow and throwing it. "You deserve it, you cheap, thirsty whore of a demon!"

"Oh yeah? Well you're money grubbing trash!" Asmo screamed as he began throwing an entire barrage of pillows. "A scumbag who'd sell his own soul for a Grimm! The only thing that might make up for your awful existence is if you just ended it! Now!"

"That's no way to be talking to your older brother!" Mammon snapped, dodging the pillows before throwing some more of his own. "You'd better start showin' me some respect!"

"Respect?!" Asmo sounded downright furious as he shrieked, throwing a pillow so hard, I'm surprised it didn't dent the wall. "What did you ever do to earn my respect?! I'm embarrassed to have someone like you for an older brother! Mortified even!"

"So..." I let out. "How long until this completely explodes into something worse?"

As if to answer my question, Mammon threw another pillow, screaming profanities the entire time. However, his shot went wide, and ended up hitting Satan in the face instead. Everything fell silent as Satan pulled the pillow off his face, his expression twisted with rage. Mammon swallowed hard as the Avatar of Wrath focused his attention on his greedy brother.

"Uh…. my bad?"

"That IT!" Satan howled. "You're both DEAD! You heard me?! DEAD!"

He threw the pillow as hard as he could, making Mammon dive to the floor. As such, it ended up hitting Simeon instead. This made Luke perk up in rage as he grabbed his own pillow, white light surrounding it.

"Just what do you think you're doing, throwing a pillow at Simeon! Take this! Super Celestial Shooting Pillow!"

Now there were even more pillows flying around the room, making me duck down behind one of the beds so I wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. I covered my head, trying to keep low. However, others did not share my sense of self preservation. Beel stared at the flying pillows, drooling and licking his lips.

"Look at the huge marshmallows flying through the air..." he let out, clearly delirious from hunger. "They look so yummy."

He managed to catch a pillow and prepared to take a bite, but Asmo quickly snatched it out of his hands.

"My pillow is not food!" he declared, just in time to get hit with a pillow from Satan. "Hey! That hurt! You testosterone laden buffoon!"

"Solomon!" Mammon howled, focusing on the white-haired magician. "You son of a bitch! You think you're so great just because you're human like Belle!"

Solomon actually laughed, already grabbing a pillow of his own.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I assume you're attempting to start a fight with me. Very well then. Have at thee!"

He reeled back his hand to throw the pillow, then Lucifer came storming into the room, his arms crossed and his face a full on snarl.

"Just WHAT do you all think you're DOING?!"

Everyone froze, turning to see the furious eldest brother standing in the door. Mammon actually looked scared for his life, and Asmo shoved his pillow into Mammon's hands. While they did this, I peeked out from behind my bed to see Diavolo walking in as well. Seeing the Demon Prince's angry face nearly made me wet myself as he mimicked Lucifer's stern demeanor.

"That is a very good question, Lucifer. Really, I have to say, I'm disappointed."

"Diavolo," Lucifer told him. "I promise you that I am going to have a good long talk with the lot of them, and ensure that-"

"I mean, a pillow fight?" Diavolo interjected, his angry demeanor suddenly melting into amusement and mirth as he picked up one of the many discarded pillows. "How could you do something fun like that and yet not think to invite us?"

That seemed to take the wind out of Lucifer's sails. He blinked, turning to Diavolo in confusion.

"...What?"

"It's a pillow fight, Lucifer!" Diavolo gushed, sounding like a little kid with a new toy. "A pillow fight! This is what overnight retreats are all about. I mean, it's straight out of the book, Youthful Fun 101!"

Lucifer took a moment to regain his composure, then coughed and adjusted the collar of his pajama shirt.

"No," he said after a minute. "I'm sorry. Starry-eyed nostalgia is all well and good, but I won't stand for this."

Unfortunately for Lucifer, and for myself, Mammon had taken Diavolo's excitement of the fight as an invitation to continue. He grabbed a pillow, grinning widely.

"You're lettin' your guard down, Asmo! Take this!"

Asmo deftly dodged the attack, and like before it ended up hitting someone other than his target. However, this time he ended up hitting none other than Diavolo himself! If Mammon had been scared when he hit Satan, he was terrified now. He turned utterly pale, stumbling back a step.

"Uh-oh..." he whimpered.

"Oooh," Levi hissed. "RIP Mammon! That critical hit on Lord Diavolo has just pulled some serious aggro from Lucifer now!"

Oh was Levi right. Lucifer had slipped out of his shouting and raging, entering the kind of quiet fury that would make any sane person run for the hills. He crossed his arms, glaring at everyone, but especially Mammon.

"Anyone..." he let out, his voice dripping with malice and threatening undertones, "who dares throw a pillow at Diavolo must… DIE!"

He snatched the pillow right off Diavolo's face, throwing it so hard at Mammon. It struck the greedy demon with enough strength to knock him on his ass. Asmo busted out into laughter at the sight, pointing and laughing at the now unconscious demon.

"Serves you right, Mammon!"

"Lucifer, were you actually trying to kill Mammon with that pillow?" I squeaked.

"I wouldn't put it past him," Solomon commented. "That pillow was flying so fast, I'm almost certain it was on fire."

"That was incredible..." Luke gasped. "Are Devildom pillows made to function as weapons too?"

"No," Simeon answered with a shake of his head. "These are just normal pillows you'd find anywhere else."

His initial, deadly rage now sated, Lucifer picked up another pillow, a small, malicious smirk now gracing his features.

"Alright, any of you who are brave enough to take a pillow to the face, step forward!"

Diavolo laughed happily, grabbing more pillows to arm his right hand man. Lucifer, now fully in the spirit of the game, began throwing his fiery projectiles. One nearly hit Asmo in the head, eliciting a scream from the lust avatar.

"D-Don't aim for my face! Please, anything but the face!"

I was more focused on where the pillow went, which was right through my bed. There was now a large, smouldering hole through the mattress, and the pillow was inches from where I was crouched, the fabric charred and smoking slightly.

"He-" Beel gulped. "He left a hole in the bed. A hole! In the bed!"

"I have to say, Lucifer and Diavolo are quite the team," Solomon commended. "They work in such perfect coordination."

More flaming pillows were flying through the air, and I actually grabbed Solomon by his robe and pulled him out of the path of one.

"Now is not the time to be admiring them!" I hissed.

As if proving my point, Luke got nailed by one of the pillows, flying off the bed and collapsing to the ground clutching his stomach. Beel took one to the side and went spinning out, dropping to the floor as a second got him in the back of the head. Satan went down next, actually getting hit in the groin. I actually cupped myself as he let out a falsetto wheeze and dropped.

"Whoa!" Levi cheered, filming the entire fight on his D.D.D. "Lucifer is racking up the kills!"

"Perhaps you're right," Solomon allowed, turning to me. "This has become less of a pillow fight and more of a game of Frantically Dodge the Flaming Balls of Death Flying Past."

"Well then!" Simeon declared, hopping up and grabbing a pillow for himself. "Looks like it's my turn! Get ready!"

He began actually returning fire, sending out glowing pillows like the one Luke had used. While he did that, Solomon and I turned for the door. Sharing a nod, we began crawling to safety, sliding outside and closing the door behind us. Both of us let out sighs of relief, then I wiped my brow.

"Which way's your room?" I asked.

"This way," Solomon replied, holding out a hand. "Perhaps there, we can avoid the massacre in your room, and you can finally get some proper rest."

I nodded in agreement and we both headed off, leaving the wild racket of the pillow war to fade off into the distance.