I was weary of Mammon's plans pretty much immediately after he said he had one. However, I was not prepared for when he led me right up to Leviathan's door. He began pounding on the door heavily as I just watched incredulously.

"Mammon… how can Levi help us get Satan and Lucifer to make nice?" I questioned.

"Not Levi, something he has." Mammon began pounding harder. "Levi, open up you damn Otaku!"

"I'm busy!" Levi shouted back.

"Levi, please!" I called out. "Mammon won't stop until he gets in, and frankly, I'm kinda tired of bickering right now!"

Mammon backed away from the door for a brief moment, then Levi slowly opened it a crack. Mammon gave him a wave, grinning the way he does when he's about to lie through his teeth, or pull a long con.

"Hey Levi, that new game of yours come in yet? That dating sim one?"

"You mean Doji ⭐Maji⭐Memoriam?" Levi answered. "It did, actually. I was just about to get it out of its akuzon-"

"Perfect!"

Mammon shoved the door open, pushing his way into Levi's room. He began scanning the room for an akuzon box, and when he found it, he rushed over to it. Levi yelped and went to try and intercept him while I just groaned and stepped in myself. I closed the door as Mammon ripped the box open, plucking a videogame case from it.

"Ta-da!" Mammon proudly proclaimed. "Here it is! The answer to all our problems! Doji ⭐Maji⭐Memoriam, or just Doji Maji for short!"

I took the case, looking it over. It looked just just about every anime dating sim I'd ever seen, with a pink haired female protagonist on the cover in the stereotypical school girl sailor outfit. The only things that made this game stand out was that it was for something called a Gehenna station, and the protagonist had two bat wings coming out of her head.

"Gehenna station..." I remarked. "Isn't that some place in Jerusalem or something?"

"It's a cursed land where the old kings of Judah would sacrifice their children to fire," Levi explained, taking the game from me. "It's considered hell on earth, though in this case, it's just the name of the company who makes video games."

I gave a small nod.

"Right. Now the more pertinent question. How the heck is a dating sim supposed to make Satan and Lucifer make up."

Levi looked confused by what I was saying, but Mammon quickly interjected before he could voice his concerns.

"Belle, belle, belle, don't you remember where you are? Or who you're talking to? We're demons, and everything we have is magical in nature, including Levi's videogames. In this case, you register yourself as a character, then actually go into the game! Once you're there, everything is as real as it is here in the real world!"

"So, it's like Jumanji in that new adaptation?" I questioned.

"Basically, yeah," Mammon nodded. "The only way to leave is to win the game, otherwise, you'll be stuck."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Levi insisted. "Back up. What's all this about making Satan and Lucifer make up? Are you both insane?"

"No, but I will be if this continues," I muttered. "They'll never be able to have a civil conversation if we don't intervene, so here we are."

Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Alright… alright. So what exactly do you plan to do with my game, Mammon?"

"Simple," Mammon replied. "If I register them in the game client, they'll be pulled inside the game world, right? Since this is Satan and Lucifer we're talkin' about, they'll be moanin and groanin about it at first, but here's the thing. Like I said before, you've gotta win the game in order to leave."

"Meaning they'll have to work together in order to win and go home," I realized.

"Exactly!" Mammon cheered, throwing his hands in the air. "They may hate each other, but that'll force em to bond some. It may not fix all their issues, but it'll give em some common ground and make them actually get along for a bit."

"That..." Levi trailed off, thinking it over. "That could actually work..."

"I know, right?!" Mammon declared. "I'm a for-real genius!"

"Don't ruin this, Mammon," I deadpanned, turning to Levi. "So, can you set up a game for them? Please Levi?"

"Wait, why are you asking Levi?" Mammon questioned. "Why not just use your pact to make him do it?! You use your pact on me all the time!"

"Because you force me to go to such measures," I told him bluntly. "Levi, however, has done nothing of the sort."

Levi stuck his tongue out, showing that it was serpentine in appearance. I noted that down in the back of my head as Levi booted up the game on his Gehenna Station. The cheery dating sim music began playing, the anime girl coming on screen with a cheery wave and giggle. I'll admit, I rolled my eyes at it, having never really been a fan of those cheesy dating sims. If I had my way, dating sims would have more to the plot then just trying to land a date.

"Alright, time to register Lucifer and Satan." Levi glanced over at me curiously. "Think I should give them any nicknames?"

"Do you enjoy breathing?" I retorted.

"Right… Normal names it is." He registered them, then began adding three more names to the registry. "Now, adding myself, Mammon, and you, Belle."

"Wait, what?" Both Mammon and I let out.

"No one said anything about us playing!" I exclaimed. "I don't even like dating sims!"

"Of course you two are playing!" Levi insisted. "This was your idea after all. Besides, someone's gonna have to keep an eye on Lucifer and Satan while they're in here, make sure they play by the rules. And I just know if you're gonna play, Mammon's gonna bitch and moan until I say yes and add him to the game."

"Hey!" Mammon snapped. "I do not bitch and moan! I don't!"

"He says as he bitches and moans," I groaned, sighing and sitting down. "Fine. But try to keep the nickname you give me toned down please? I've got enough of the nickname game from Asmo."

"Of course," Levi nodded. "I'll put myself as Leviachan, and Belle will be herself. Why change perfection after all."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling a bit as Levi continued his work.

"Now for Mammon… Stupidmammon will work."

"What?!" Mammon howled, eyes going wide. "Why the hell are you calling me that! Delete that right now! I'm not stupid! I'm the Great Mammon!"

"Now to adjust a few settings..." Levi said softly, ignoring Mammon's rant. "And now, it's time to play! Time to enter the world of Doji Maji!"

He hit the play button, and suddenly, everything went white.

…

When the lights finally faded away, I blinked spots out of my vision. Even as I did, everything was still so insanely bright. I shielded my eyes for a moment until they adjusted, and I realized why it was so bright. For the first time in a month or two, I was seeing honest to God sunlight. It was filtering through the window of a large classroom, one that was empty save for myself, and two familiar faces.

Both of my companions were seated in desks in the back row, with me sitting in the infamous corner seat by the window. Both were dressed in uniforms that were vastly different from the strict RAD ones. Stupidmammon (why did I automatically call him that, even in my head?) had a yellow t-shirt under a japanese uniform coat, a crest on the lapel and the collar flared out. Leviachan (Again with the automatic use of his game name…) had on an actual uniform, though his coat was unbuttoned, and an orange tie was loosely hanging around his neck. His headphones were now actually sitting on his ears, though he did pull them down as he looked around, grinning from ear to ear.

They both looked so different from how they usually did, and if I didn't know better, I'd say they were actual humans. I then realized I too had probably changed my outfit and looked down at myself. I was wearing a brown sweater with sleeves that almost covered my hands over a white collared shirt, a black, thick bow at my throat. I had a black, plaid skirt on, knee-high white socks, and black penny loafers.

"Well, not as bad as I thought," I remarked, gasping when a large white box appeared in front of me. "Hey! Check it out! I have a text box!"

"Of course you do," Leviachan replied, a box of his own appearing in front of him. "That's how we communicate here."

"HEY!" Stupidmammon snapped, the words shaking in his textbox as he angrily pointed at the name tag at the top of this. "Look at this! You kept that insult on my name, and now I'm stuck with 'Stupidmammon' for the game!"

"LMAOOOOO XDDDD!" Leviachan replied, grinning from ear to ear.

Three dots appeared in my textbox as I just stared at Levi.

"How did you manage to say that?"

"Trade secret, Belle," he replied.

"Ugh..." Stupidmammon groaned. "This isn't fair! You got the cute nickname, but I'm gonna get insulted every time someone addresses me! Not cool, Leviachan. Not cool!"

"Really?" I quipped. "I thought you'd be used to it by now."

"Lololol!" Leviachan laughed as Stupidmammon turned beet red.

"Whatever..." he growled after a minute. "Where are we anyway? Is this supposed to be a school? It doesn't look like RAD."

"My guess is that Doji Maji takes place in the human world," I replied. "Considering it's an anime game, this school is based on a traditional Japanese school, hence our uniforms."

"Ding, ding, ding!" Leviachan said, imitating a bell. "You got it right, Belle! Now, let's go over the rules. One character is designated as the heroine, and you have to work hard to increase your favorability score with her higher and higher. Then, in the end, you go up onto the Roof of Legend and profess your love to her. If she accepts, you win!"

"Wait, hold up," I insisted, lifting a hand. "Roof of Legend?"

"Oh yeah! You didn't read the game description like I did. Supposedly, if you admit you love someone up there on graduation day and become an official couple, then you'll live happily ever after together."

"The roof?" Stupidmammon questioned. "That's the big romantic spot in this game? I thought you were supposed to tell her you love her under a big old tree in the schoolyard! That's how I heard it was supposed to go!"

"I think you're talking about Yandere Simulator," I spoke up. "Personally, I'm seriously glad we're not in that game. The heroine would be surrounded by a ton of crazed stalkers who kill whomever tries to keep them from their Senpai."

"Ooh, that sounds like a fun game," Leviachan commented, to which I gave him a concerned look. He cleared his throat and got back on track. "But Doji Maji is not like that. Just a normal simulator."

"That's a relief," Stupidmammon commented. "So who's the heroine we have to impress?"

"Oh, that would be Belle. I programmed her as the heroine before we started the game"

There were dot trios in both mine and Stupidmammon's text boxes. Then both started shaking as our text turned red.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

"You two..." Lucifer's voice suddenly called from the doorway. "So you're the ones behind this."

All three of us turned to see Lucifer coming into the room, his own text box in front of him. He was wearing a uniform like Leviachan's, but his jacket open, a long red tie around his neck and hanging over a tan sweater vest the same shade as mine. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were utterly cold. We were all incredibly nervous, then Stupidmammon perked.

"Wait a minute… Right now, Satan's inside Lucifer, so this isn't Lucifer, it's Satan!" He got a bit angry, then approached his brother. "What's the big idea startlin' me like that! Step off, Satan! Get Lucifer's supid face outta my personal space!" he began making shooing motions with his hands. "Go on! Git!"

"Actually..." Satan's voice called as he entered the room, wearing his uniform on properly, complete with a dark green tie and a neatly buttoned jacket with the school's logo. "I'm Satan. We switched back to our own bodies when we ended up here."

The text in Stupidmammon's box shrunk to about half size as he let out a whimper.

"You what?"

"That makes sense, honestly," Leviachan piped up. "The game would nullify their curse, so the registration process would be accurate."

Very slowly, Stupidmammon turned to face Lucifer, who was grinning maliciously. An evil chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down at the greedy demon.

"So, Stupidmammon, what was that you said about my stupid face?"

Stupidmammon let out a sound that was akin to a kicked puppy, shrinking deeper into his desk.

"Looks like he's really living up to the name you gave him, Leviachan," I told the envious demon.

"Yep! He never fails to disappoint in that aspect!"

"Now then," Lucifer interjected, making both me and Leviachan straighten up in our seats, "how about you all explain to me exactly what is going on here."

…

We all ventured out of the faux classroom, making our way towards the school courtyard. As we approached a set of benches, Leviachan, Stupidmammon and I all explained what was going on. Once we finished our tale, Lucifer sighed and sat down on one of the benches.

"Let me see if I have this straight," he voiced, sounding annoyed. "We're inside the world of a game that Leviachan bought on Akuzon..."

"One that has included a feature where we have to call one another by our in game nicknames I've noticed," Satan added. "Which thankfully, not all of us were given."

"Well, if we did give you nicknames, you'd probably flay us alive," I spoke up, which got me a nod from both Satan and Lucifer.

"My main concern is the fact that we cannot return to the real world unless we win the game," Lucifer commented.

"Which we can only do if we confess our love to the heroine up on the Roof of Legend and she accepts," Satan recalled. "And the heroine is..."

"Me," I answered, sheepishly raising my hand. "Trust me, I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect, but Leviachan is the one who programmed the game. So, unfortunately, you guys have to woo me… sorry."

Lucifer and Satan exchanged looks, glaring at one another. Stupidmammon looked at them, seeing their clear distaste for the situation. A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head and I immediately felt weary of him.

"Yeah, sorry guys," he told his two angry brothers. "I mean, this is ridiculous and crazy. No way you two want any part of this stupid plan, right?"

"As I recall, this was your plan," Leviachan pointed out, getting shushed by Stupidmammon.

"Anyways, you just leave things to me, okay?" the greedy demon offered. "I'll take care of everything! I'll raise my favorability score with Belle lickety-split, profess my love, and win this game before you even know what hit you!"

I snort, covering my mouth and bending over a bit. Stupidmammon turned to me, glaring coldly.

"What's so funny, Belle?"

"You?" I sputtered, stifling a few more breathy laughs "Profess your love? A Tsundere like yourself? Like that will ever happen."

"Shut up!" He shouted, his face a deep crimson hue. "I've got this! The rest of my bros don't have to do a thing! Nope! Nothing at all!"

Behind Stupidmammon, Lucifer and Satan's angry glares had become a bit more playful and competitive.

"You know what this means, right Lucifer?" Satan proposed. "It's a competition to see which of us can get the happy ending, you or me."

"That goes without saying," Lucifer replied. "And I highly doubt I'd actually lose to the likes of you, Satan."

A feeling of dread washed over me as I sat down on the bench, burying my face in my hands. The plan had completely backfired. They weren't going to make up or work together. No… they were turning this into a competition, one I was caught in the middle off. And unfortunately for me, Stupidmammon was already involved, and from the look on Leviachan's face, he wasn't far behind.

"Pfft! Loooool You guys are hilarious!" Leviachan laughed. "Aren't you forgetting about someone? You really think you can beat ME?! Lolol ROTFLMFAO XDDD"

"HEY!" Stupidmammon exclaimed. "Why do you all wanna win so badly all of a sudden, huh?!"

"Because I won't lose to the likes of him!" Lucifer and Satan snapped, gesturing to one another with their thumbs.

"And I guess I just want to win the game, and have a 100% perfect run," Leviachan answered. "It's my game after all. I'm not about to let someone else experience the very best part of it in my place. That's like, crazy. Lolol."

"Well then..." I let out, standing up. "All I ask is that you PLEASE try and consider my feelings when you're doing your little competition. I'm not some prize to be won, and I'm not some faceless MC, okay? I'm me, got it?"

"Don't worry Belle," Satan assured me, resting a hand on my shoulder. "I have no intention of making you fall for me. No, you're going to fall for me naturally, as a matter of course."

"Belle is a princess, and will be treated as such," Leviachan declared, "with dignity and respect!"

"The choice is ultimately yours, Belle," Lucifer told me. "And I will earn that choice fair and square."

"Prepare yourself, Belle!" Stupidmammon declared. "I'm gonna tell you I love you, and you're gonna choose me! It's totally happening."

With a sigh, I shook my head, then cleared my throat.

"Alright then… let the games begin."

…

It's hard to describe exactly what happened next, but the scenes began changing, mostly centered around me. I would be shifted around the school, placed in various classrooms, often in the middle of lessons. Considering this wasn't actually school, I didn't really pay much attention and just kept an eye on my text box in case any options came up. At the moment, I'm pretty sure I've been placed in some sort of English class. There's a teacher up front, but I can only see his nose and mouth. The other students in the class were the same, dull hair colors and generic faces hidden in shadows marking them as unimportant NPCs. The only person in full color was Stupidmammon, who was asleep at his desk.

"...So then, this is a descriptive phrase," the teacher droned. "As for what it's describing, you'll find that here in the next paragraph..."

"Oh money baby..." Stupidmammon muttered in his sleep. "I loooooove you..."

"So, I think I'll have one of you tell me the answer to the next question..." The teacher looked around, then his non-existent eyes locked on my sleeping companion. "Stupidmammon!"

Stupidmammon sat up rather violently, sputtering as he tried to compose himself.

"What is the answer to question number four?" the teacher asked.

"Qu-question… uh, four…? Uh, let's see..." Stupidmammon grabbed his textbook, standing up and frantically flipping through the pages. "That would be… uh… a uh..."

Two options popped up on my text box, to either help the greedy demon, or leave him floundering. I decided to show him some pity, and chose the first option. The answer popped up on my box and I turned to whisper to Mammon.

"An adjectival clause."

"An adjectival clause… I think?" Stupidmammon repeated nervously.

"Correct," the teacher told him. "Were you listening to my lecture in your sleep? Well, you're a demon of many talents I see. But still, do try to pay attention, and sit back down."

Stupidmammon dropped down into his seat, letting out a sigh of relief.

"That was close… thanks for the help, Belle. I only survived because of you."

I blinked, surprised to hear genuine gratitude from the usually tsundere demon. I cracked a small smile as an icon appeared right above him. It showed Mammon's face, plus a progress bar that began filling up.

"Huh..." I whispered. "I guess that's how the intimacy scores are kept."

Mammon seemed oblivious to it, still reveling in his success at getting away with his nap.

…

Later on, I was walking down the hallway. I'll admit, I was a bit distracted by the sun, having not seen real sunlight in awhile. Even if it was just coding in a game, I couldn't get over the warm feeling on my skin. Because of this, I wasn't paying attention, and ended up bumping into someone. I ended up dropping the large stack of textbooks I had been carrying, as well as some miscellaneous papers. As I bent down to pick them up, Satan bent down to help me.

"I had a feeling it was you who bumped into me," he remarked, saving some papers from being trampled. "You really should watch where you're going, especially when you're carrying so much stuff."

"Sorry, Satan," I apologized. "Got distracted."

"Where are you going with all this anyway?"

"They're teaching materials for the next class," I explained. "The teacher asked me to bring them, and next thing I knew, here I was."

"Oh Belle, you're too nice, running errands for someone like that." He took about half of the books, a light blush on his cheeks. "Looks like I'm going to have to help you, aren't I?"

"You don't have to, Satan. I got this."

"Nonsense. You shouldn't have to do this by yourself. Even if you're capable, this is clearly a two-man job."

He began walking down the hall towards the classroom and I followed, admittedly grateful for the help. That same icon from before appeared, this one with a picture of Satan on it. The bar increased and I chuckled again.

"I guess you weren't kidding about natural progression," I commented.

Satan glanced up at the icon, then shrugged.

"Eh, it's nothing. I'm only carrying some stuff for you. Now you can enjoy the sun without ending up in another accident." His blush deepened a bit. "Besides, every once in a while, it's okay to ask for help. I'll gladly lend a hand if you ask."

The bar ticked up a bit more as we reached the classroom.

...

Lunchtime rolled around in the blink of an eye, quite literally. I was getting hungry, but apparently I had forgotten to bring lunch for myself. That is how I found myself sitting alone in the courtyard. I considered checking to see if this fake school had an open campus policy when Leviachan came over, plopping down right next to me.

"Ta-daa!" he cheered, producing a box wrapped in a red and white checkered cloth and placing it in my lap. "Look what we have here! It's a special homemade bento box lunch courtesy of Leviachan! Yaaaaay!"

"A bento box?" I asked, looking at the tall box. "You made all this? Seriously?"

"Yep!" He began untying it, revealing that it was actually three smaller boxes stacked on top of one another. "It's a super extravagant three layer bento box, and it's Ruri-chan themed!"

I looked down at the three boxes, seeing there was sushi, a rolled omelet, some rice, some teriyaki beef, and even a few pot stickers. My mouth watered at the sight of the food and I quickly scooped up the chopsticks.

"Thanks Leviachan." I picked up the box with the sushi and offered it to him. "Here. I'm not a big fan of sushi, and you need to eat too."

"Really?" Leviachan asked. "You mean it?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I mean, you clearly made this for yourself, but you're giving it to me. That fact you're willing to share your ruri-chan themed food is just awesome."

Leviachan beamed, happily taking the sushi and chowing down. I dug into the food myself, watching as his intimacy icon slowly increased with every bite I took.

…

After lunch, it was back to the classroom, where another faceless teacher was continuing another lesson. Once again, I was bored out of my mind, and thus started looking around the room. I could see Stupidmammon asleep next to me, as usual, plus Satan and Leviachan in their seats. Satan was taking notes, though I can't imagine why, and Leviachan just seemed to be doodling pictures of Ruri-chan in his notebook. However, when I glanced over at Lucifer's desk, it was suspiciously empty. Eyes narrowing, I turned to Stupidmammon, nudging him awake. He snorted, looking at me blankly and sleepily.

"What, what..."

"Where's Lucifer?" I questioned. "I haven't seen him since the game started."

"Huh, Lucifer?" Stupidmammon yawned, rubbing his eyes. "I dunno. Who cares anyway? I'm glad he's out of my sight..." He laid his head back down on his desk. "Though I think I saw him going up to the roof."

With that, he went right back to sleep. More than a little concerned with Lucifer's uncharacteristic lack of attendance, I got up and left the classroom. The teacher didn't even seem to notice, or he just wasn't programmed to stop the heroine from leaving. Either way, I was able to leave without consequence.

…

Upon reaching the roof, I was surprised by what I found. Lucifer was laying on one of the benches up there, seemingly soaking up some of the sunlight while taking a small nap. He had his tie looser than the last time I saw him, and just seemed so unguarded and relaxed. When I closed the roof door, he cracked an eye open, glancing over at me. He didn't move from his spot, merely smiled a bit before letting out a small chuckle.

"I was wondering who'd come up here. I suppose it makes sense that it's you, Belle."

"I have to admit, when I came up here to find you… this is the last thing I was expecting."

Lucifer chuckled again.

"I suppose to you, the idea of me skipping class to come up to the roof for a nap would be rather outlandish."

"Exactly! I mean, you completely abhor the idea of being so much as a minute late to class, or being caught in such an undisciplined manner!"

"In the real world, yes," Lucifer nodded before closing his eyes again. "But here, Diavolo isn't here. I don't have to worry about being a disgrace to him. To be honest, it's quite the weight off my shoulders."

I looked Lucifer over, seeing that he did look infinitely more relaxed then I think I've ever seen him. Even at night, he always carried himself as if he was constantly being watched, but here, he seemed to be finally able to unwind.

"So… this is the real you then? Beyond being the Avatar of Pride and Diavolo's right hand?" I asked.

Lucifer gave a small shrug.

"Who knows? Perhaps it is, or perhaps this is merely me seizing a rare opportunity. However, do not speak a word of this to Diavolo when we return."

"Your secret's safe with me."

He laid there and I just watched him, sitting down on the bench next to his head. I have no idea what possessed me, but I reached over and gently brushed a stray hair out of Lucifer's face. He let out a soft, pleased sound, and I watched his intimacy level shoot up. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I said nothing, just enjoying the sun.

…

Eventually, the game began to draw to a close. Graduation day was approaching, and with it, the deadline for the happy ending. We all gathered in one of the classrooms after classes were done, all of us understandably anxious.

"So, tomorrow's finally the big day..." Satan said quietly.

"The day we have to profess our love to Belle..." Lucifer remarked.

"Man, I'm worn out..." Stupidmammon moaned. "I mean, seriously, are games supposed to be this tiring?"

"Maybe you're worn out because you've done nothing but sleep," I told him bluntly. "But honestly, I have to agree. My nerves are so frazzled from all this, and the idea of all these insincere love confessions just feels… wrong to me."

"Hey, it's alright, Belle," Leviachan insisted. "I'll admit, I should have put your feelings into consideration before making you the heroine. I thought you'd have fun, and I'm sorry."

"I guess you're pretty tired too," I remarked.

"I imagine he is, considering he spent the entire game coming up with cliche, over-the-top ways of trying to woo you," Satan commented.

"Belle isn't someone who enjoys over the top gestures," Lucifer declared, as if he knew this from the beginning.

"No, no I don't," I nodded. "Frankly, all I want is someone I can be myself with. Someone who respects my boundaries and wishes, and understands that even if I'm not the most active lover, I do care."

"Guess Stupidmammon's out," Leviachan quipped, getting a glare from his brother.

"Well whatever happens, it's all over come tomorrow," I declared, flopping onto a desk. "And good riddance!"

"So what exactly is our plan for tomorrow?" Satan asked, genuinely curious.

"Simple," Leviachan answered. "Tomorrow, we'll call Belle up to the roof one by one after the ceremony. We each profess our love, and she chooses who wins."

"You make it sound so easy..." I bemoaned. "Let's just get this over with..."

"Belle," Lucifer spoke up, catching my attention. "No matter who you choose, you shouldn't have any regrets about it. In the end, this is only a game after all. Just relax and pick whomever you'd like."

"Uh… Lucifer?" Stupidmammon spoke up, looking concerned. "You're bein' weirdly nice to Belle. What gives?"

Lucifer's kind smile fell, and a familiar cold annoyance took over his features.

"I want to get this idiotic game over with as soon as possible so we can get back to the real world."

"Yeah right," Leviachan snorted. "You're probably just doing some sort of ploy to raise your intimacy score."

"Believe whatever you wish," Lucifer sighed.

While this went on, Satan slipped out of the classroom. He looked a bit upset, so I decided to go after him, a little worried. Thankfully, he hadn't made it far before I caught up with him.

"Satan," I called out, making him stop. "Are you okay?"

Satan turned back to me, and he let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry," he said out of the blue.

"Sorry? About what?"

"I know that you only got involved in this mess because of me and Lucifer. We caused you so much grief that you resorted to this just to get us to stop fighting. I just wanted to apologize for that before we went back to the real world."

He turned away once more, but I caught his arm.

"Satan, wait," I insisted. "I'm sorry too."

That seemed to catch him off guard.

"What are you sorry for?" he questioned.

"This entire idea… Honestly, why did I even think a freaking Dating Sim was a good idea? You shouldn't have to force yourself to like someone you don't. And that's not just talking about me… I shouldn't have tried to force you and Lucifer to get along."

Satan chuckled darkly, shaking his head.

"Honestly Belle, Lucifer and I are never going to get along… no matter how hard anyone tries, he's never going to see me as anything less than some unruly child."

"I don't think so," I admitted. "Honestly, Lucifer doesn't see you as a child as much as you think. Personally, I just think that he's just so desperate to look good in front of Diavolo, being his number two and all."

Satan snorted, shaking his head dismissively.

"What do you know, human?" He paused when he saw my hurt expression and his own softened. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Sorry. I just really wanted to say that. I mean, you're seriously saying that Lucifer doesn't think of me as a child? That he only acts like that because he doesn't want Diavolo to think less of him?"

"I can't even begin to comprehend the full nature of their relationship, but Lucifer highly values his standing with Diavolo. It's like… like he needs to be the best. Maybe that's just his pride, or maybe it's something more, but that's just what I've noted."

"I… can't say I agree with you," Satan muttered, "But even so… you were right about not needing to forcing myself to like someone I don't. It's rather refreshing, to be honest. And to think such a nugget of wisdom came from a mere human."

"A hard learned lesson, believe me," I replied.

"Even so, thanks."

"Come on," I told him, holding out a hand. "Just one more day, and this ordeal will finally be over."

He took my hand, and we returned to the classroom, ready to face the final day.