With Mammon and Belphie now safely back on brotherly speaking terms, My job was 1/6th of the way complete. Still, I had a long way to go before everyone was kosher with each other again. I decided to focus on Levi next, figuring he'd be another easy one to work with. I just needed to figure out a plan of attack. I was so preoccupied trying to figure out a plan that I almost missed the "psst" that came from Levi's room.

"Hey!" Levi called out in a hushed whisper. "Hey, Belle! Over here!"

I turned to see Levi sticking his head out of his room, while still keeping the door mostly closed.

"Levi?" I questioned, my face scrunching in confusion. "What are you-?"

"No time," he hissed, opening the door a bit more before waving for me to come in. "Hurry up and get in here! It's important!"

"Uh, okay..."

The second I said that, Levi's arm lashed out and grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me inside as I let out a yelp, stumbling a bit and catching myself on Levi's tub. The envious demon glanced across the hall for a moment longer, then closed the door and sighed in relief.

"Good, no one saw you."

"Levi, you do realize that it's no secret you and I are friends, right? You don't need to hide every time you invite me into-"

"This isn't about your normie status!" Levi snapped, turning red as he tried to hide in his jacket collar. "This is a serious emergency! Like, Megazoid levels of Class-S threats kind of emergency!"

"Alright, alright," I began trying to wave him down, grabbing his shoulders and plopping him down in his gamer chair. "Calm down, and tell me what's going on."

Levi took a few breaths, clearly trying to stabilize himself. After a minute, he seemed to get himself under control and began speaking at normal volumes.

"Alright… the thing thing… Belphie told me that he wants to play games with me."

I blinked, staring dumbly at the third brother for a good minute before my brain finally finished rebooting. I shook my head, held up a hand, and just looked confused.

"...what?"

"Yes, he actually said that! He wants to play games with me! Before long, he's going to show up at my door! He's coming here!"

"Isn't that… good?" I questioned, not understanding the problem here. "I mean, he wants to hang out with his brother, is that so wrong?"

"Don't you understand, Belle?!" Levi exclaimed, grabbing me as he jumped to his feet. "I don't know what to do once I'm alone with him! What do we even talk about?! Even at the best of times, Belphie has always been difficult to approach. I'm not sure I can carry a proper conversation with him!"

"Okay, okay, calm down," I urged, freeing my arms from his vice-like grip before pushing him back onto his seat. "You're way overthinking this. Just act natural, and everything will be-"

"Natural?" Levi cut me off, sounding miserable. "By nature, I'm someone who can't talk to people!"

"You're talking to me just fine," I pointed out.

"That's different!" He was as red as a tomato now, curling up on his chair and burying his face in his knees. "Also… I'm not the only one who'd suffer if things ended up being awkward. Belphie would probably hate every minute of it too, you know?"

"Levi, I can't understand you when you're curled up like that," I told him, prompting him to lower his legs.

"I'm saying that it wouldn't be good for either of us," Levi insisted. "That's why… um… I was hoping… you could maybe go tell Belphie… no for me?"

"What?" I let out.

"Just- Just tell him you heard it was a bad time for me… that I can't do any gaming today. Yeah! Tell him that!" He was practically begging me at this point, and I'm pretty sure he'd be on his knees if I didn't have him trapped on his chair. "Please Belle. You don't mind doing that for me, do you?"

"Levi," I tried. "I- You're just- I..."

"Belle, please..." he looked so desperate at this point. "We're friends, right? I mean, it's not like I'm trying to push this on you because I don't want to do it myself. It's just… I have a super important package that's arriving from Akuzon today, something I absolutely have to be around to accept in person."

"Okay, now you just sound like Mammon when he's trying to hide the fact he's been going through my underwear drawer."

"Belle!" Levi exclaimed, looking ready to cry. "You're the only person in the world I can count on, you know?!"

After a long moment, I let out a reluctant sigh.

"Okay, fine," I relented. "I'll talk to him. But I can pretty much guarantee that he's gonna be disappointed."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

He jumped up and hugged me. I was shocked by the sudden attention and we ended up colliding and hitting the floor. When he finally let go of me, he realized that he was on top of me, pinning me underneath him. The girlish shriek he let out upon that realization left my eardrums ringing as he launched himself off me.

"R-r-right," he stammered, practically diving into his bathtub bed. "Now g-go find Belphie and make sure he gets the message, okay?"

I laughed a bit, getting up and dusting myself off. Levi remained hidden in the tub, and when I turned to him, he flinched, as if expecting me to hit him or something. Instead, I reached forward and gently ruffled his hair, which I swear got a moan out of the clearly touch starved otaku.

"It was an accident, Levi," I told him, keeping my hand on his head. "Don't worry about it. I'll go deliver your message."

And with that, I walked out of Levi's room, crossing the hall over to Beel and Belphie's shared room. The door was shut, so I gave it a light knock.

"Come in," Belphie's voice called out from inside.

I slipped inside, smiling when I spotted Belphie on his side of the room. Seeing the messy bed and the RAD uniform draped haphazardly over the purple futon made me feel surprisingly warm in my chest. His half was no longer a shrine to a missing brother, but a true bedroom once more. Belphie himself was putting what looked like a fresh pillow case on his ever present pillow, no doubt a result of Lucifer insisting on him cleaning the thing.

"Oh, Belle," he greeted, rising to his feet and sliding the pillow under his arm. "Do you need something? I was headed over to Levi's room to play some games, so make it quick."

"About that," I spoke up, closing the door behind me and letting out yet another sigh. "Apparently, Levi's got some sort of high priority package coming from Akuzon that he absolutely must be there to sign for, so he's calling for a raincheck on the game session."

As I expected, Belphie's eyes filled with disappointment as I said that. He sat back down on the bed, placing his pillow across his lap, the disappointment then being replaced with a softer, understanding light.

"You don't say," he let out, a small laugh escaping his lips. "Considering it's Levi, he must be worried that it'll be awkward being alone with me, right?"

"Yyyyyep," I replied, holding the syllable as I nodded.

"Though so. He's probably the easiest to read among my brothers." He began playing with the tassel of his pillow as I sat down next to him. "I mean, he was acting really, really suspicious when I went by his room and asked him to play games with me. I guess he couldn't bring himself to turn me down right there on the spot. I shouldn't be surprised… that's very like him."

"I hope you're not too upset," I said softly. "I know how badly you want to make up with everyone."

"I'll be fine," Belphie insisted, a tired smile on his face. "I knew that this wouldn't be easy, especially after everything I've done. Don't worry about it."

Just then, there was another knock on the door. Both Belphie and I perked, looking at the door in confusion. He glanced at me and I shrugged, not knowing who it was.

"Come in," he called out.

The door opened, and surprise, surprise, it was Levi! The third brother timidly stuck his head in, looking around.

"Belphie?" he called softly. "Are you in here?"

"Levi..." Belphie said equally softly.

Levi turned to see us on the bed and seemed to turn red again. He swallowed hard, walking in while seemingly steeling himself.

"If this is about your message, Belle just told me," Belphie informed him. "I hope your package gets here soon."

"W-what?" Levi let out before remembering his lie. "Oh. Oh! R-right, my package. Well, y'see… it's already arrived. Signed and everything."

I smiled at that, realizing what Levi was doing.

"A-anyway," Levi went on, speaking a bit faster as his nerves began kicking in, "I did say we'd play games and all… and um..."

He was rocking on his heels, then eventually pulled a messenger bag covered in anime pins I had failed to notice off his shoulder. He set it down on Belphie's hope chest, revealing a few handheld consoles, and a couple multiplayer video games.

"I brought some games over," he eventually let out. "Enough for all three of us. So… why don't we all hang out here and play them together? That sound okay, Belphie?"

Belphie looked at the games, then back at me. He grinned, then snagged one of the consoles from the bag.

"I call the purple one!" he declared.

"What? No fair!" I exclaimed teasingly. "I wanted the purple one! You take the blue one!"

"I got it first, Belle! Not my fault you're slow!"

Seeing us play fighting over the console, Levi finally relaxed, laughing as he scooped up an orange handheld for himself before holding out the blue one.

"Come on, Belle," he insisted, giving the console a shake. "Let's play!"

I grinned, taking the console.

…

Levi beat us. No, that's too soft of a word to describe what he did. He annihilated us. Levi showed us no mercy to either of us, and merely laughed at our failures. I'm pretty sure part of it was revenge against me for the DDO sniper, especially with how his laugh took on an evil undertone every time I cried out at another set-back. My only consolation was that Belphie too was suffering at the same humiliation as me.

"Augh!" Belphie cried out, slamming a fist into the mattress of his bed. "I lost every one of my items because of you, Levi! Every last one!"

"Hey, don't blame me," Levi quipped, looking as smug as ever. "You shouldn't have tried to block my Henry from getting past you!"

"Okay then, this calls for some revenge!" Belphie mashed a button hard. "Eat banana peel! Boom!"

"Gyah!" I exclaimed as my character spun out of control. "Belphie! You hit me!"

"Oops," Belphie winced. "Sorry..."

"LOL!" Levi cackled. "That's like, what, your tenth banana peel in this race alone? You suck at this, Belle!"

"You're the one who keeps dodging them and forcing her to hit them!" Belphie argued.

It was all in good fun, and we were all enjoying ourselves immensely. Soon, the game ended, and not surprisingly, Levi was the winner.

"Alright!" he cheered, throwing his hands in the air. "Looks like I win the Bloodroot cup too!"

"I came in fifth..." I groaned, then I got a look at the scoreboard. "Though at least I'm not dead last. Belphie, how did I beat you? You were head of me for most of the-"

I cut off when I finally got a look at the youngest brother. He was leaning against his headboard, head lolled forward and the game just resting in his loose hands. His eyes were closed, and he was snoring lightly.

"You're kidding me," I let out. "Did he seriously fall asleep?"

"Yeah, that's Belphie for you," Levi said with a shrug, slipping the game from Belphie's hand before turning it off. "Even when he really wants to do something, his sin kicks in if he gets too comfortable."

"Then I guess that means he felt comfortable around you," I remarked. "He had fun and got to spend time with his brother."

That got Levi to crack a smile.

"I guess so..." he laughed a bit. "And here I was, worried things would be awkward. Thanks Belle."

"Anytime," I replied, handing him my own game. "Now let's let him rest."

Levi nodded and we both slipped out of the room, and I chalked up another victory in my personal mission to help Belphie.

…

A day or so later, Belphie and I were in the common room, playing with a deck of cards. I was teaching him how to play Gin Rummy, and after three practice rounds, we were ready to play. Unfortunately for Belphie, I grew up in a home where game night was a warzone, and all love was left at the door. As such, I had no mercy for the poor youngest brother.

"Oh come on!" he snapped, slamming his cards onto the coffee table. "You wiped the floor with me again!"

"Hey, you got alot closer than last time," I assured him. "Don't sell yourself short."

"Are all humans this good at cards, or is that just another gift of yours?"

I just shrugged at that, shuffling the cards for another round.

"Wanna try your luck again?" I offered.

"Nah," Belphie replied, smirking a bit. "Let's do a game of Blackjack this time. We'll see who comes out on top."

I smirked right back, and a small laugh echoed from one of the large armchairs. Both of us glanced over to see Satan curled up, reading glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hands. He didn't even look up from the pages as a smile slipped across his face.

"You never learn, do you?" he quipped. "You're only going to end up losing again."

"Nobody asked for your opinion, Satan," Belphie growled lightly as I began dealing the cards. "Besides, I thought you were reading over there, not watching over our shoulder. Or is the book just for show as you spy on us like one of the detectives in your novels."

"My eyes and mind are focused on reading," Satan replied, his smile never fading as he licked his thumb and flipped the page. "However, my ears are listening to your conversation."

I let out a whistle when I heard that.

"Now that's what I call multitasking," I let out. "And here I am, barely able to walk and chew gum at the same time."

"I'll admit, that is pretty clever," Belphie spoke up.

"Why don't you take a page from me and try to be more clever yourself," Satan suggested, his smile becoming much more playful, "so that you can at least win one game against Belle."

"You can keep your pages to yourself," Belphie retorted, turning to me and snapping up the cards from my hand. "I'll win the next game either way."

He began dealing the cards as Satan just chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

"No matter how many times you try, the outcome will always be the same."

"Quiet, Satan," Belphie requested, looking at his cards. "Are you rooting for me here or not?"

"Nah, he's totally cheering for me," I joked. "Right Satan?"

"Go Belle!" Satan cheered, lifting a hand into the air as he still kept reading undettered. "Show him what you've got!"

I laughed at that, which caused a small blush to cross Satan's face. About that time, Lucifer stuck his head in, glancing around the room. When his eyes landed on Satan, he walked fully inside.

"Ah, here you are, Satan. Perfect timing. I wanted to talk about Diavolo's birthday party."

"Sure," Satan replied, sliding a bookmark into his book before closing it. "Belle, you're going to be there too, right?"

I gave him a thumbs up, trying to keep my focus on the game in front of me. Lucifer seemed surprised by how cooperative Satan was, but remained silent as Satan slid his reading glasses off.

"I was just thinking of heading to the kitchen for a drink. How about we discuss things on the way?"

Lucifer quickly recovered from his earlier shock, giving his brother a nod.

"Sure, sounds good."

They both walked out of the common room, much to Belphie's surprise. He watched them go, then turned to me with a suspicious look in his eye.

"Something strange is going on with him..."

"What do you mean?"

"Satan," Belphie insisted, gesturing to the door. "The one I knew wasn't nearly so good-natured. He had more of an edge to him. He didn't show him on the surface, but deep down, it was like he was always irritated… especially when I came to Lucifer. Whatever Lucifer was for, Satan was against. He made that very clear. But now, it's like he's calmed down completely. He's agreeable as can be. That's not the Avatar of Wrath I know."

"I'll admit, that's the Satan I knew in the beginning," I told him. "Angry, argumentative. At least, before the switch."

"Switch?"

I laughed a bit, lowering my cards.

"Right, I forgot. I never did get a chance to tell you about that."

Belphie dropped his cards, grinning and practically begging for the details. With a laugh, I told him all about the cursed tome. He was laughing his ass off when I told him about Satan's attempt to make Lucifer look bad in front of Diavolo. When I started on the dating sim incident, Belphie was once again laughing, especially at Levi's nicknames for Mammon. He seemed genuinely surprised when I told him about Cerberus, and how the two mellowed after that. Explaining the time on the train merely brought things full circle.

"Incredible..." Belphie let out. "I can't believe all that really happened. At least this explains why your visits didn't restart after the retreat. Ugh, I wish I'd been there."

"It was an adventure, not gonna lie."

"To think that Satan was actually in Lucifer's body, and Lucifer was in Satan's..." Belphie shook his head, leaning back on the couch. "I'm sure that must have been really hard on Lucifer… if only I could have seen it! Why, why, why did I have to miss that?!"

I just shrugged.

"Honestly, it was such a long and dramatic couple of days. But, in the end, they softened to one another. Satan's started being nicer to Lucifer, and vice versa."

"I never thought I'd see the day," Belphie replied. "Guess deep down, he's a tsundere character, just like Mammon."

"Only he's a lot more subtle than that," I corrected.

"Well," Satan spoke up, re-entering the room with his arms crossed. "Look who decided to talk about me behind my back."

"Oh, you're back already?" Belphie called out, completely nonchalant about the entire thing.

Satan chuckled a bit, then came over to join us. He sat down on the edge of the couch, relaxing as he did.

"Just so we're clear, I still love to see Lucifer suffer." His grin became somewhat sadistic as his laughter gained an evil undertone. "Just the thought of it gets me excited."

Belphie seemed to sigh in relief at that, and I just couldn't contain my own laughter. The two brothers turned to me as I coughed, trying to regain control of myself.

"Well, I'll admit that I love seeing Lucifer flustered," I said, much to the delight of my two companions. "I mean, he's usually so composed and perfect, but being able to shatter that facade, even for a moment..."

"It's glorious," Belphie nodded enthusiastically. "I'm just glad Satan hasn't completely changed. I liked the way he was before."

Satan smirked, reaching over and giving his brother a noogie. Belphie playfully yelped, trying to escape from his brother's grasp while smacking him with his pillow. When they broke apart, they were both smiling and laughing.

"Y'know..." Belphie let out, a sly smirk on his face, "while I was up in the attic, I hit on a really good idea. We'll form a group! I hereby declare us 'the Formerly Anti-Lucifer League'!"

"What are you talking about?" Satan questioned, sounding confused.

"And why am I part of the group?" I asked.

"Belle, you repeatedly disobeyed Lucifer, went behind his back, made pacts with all of my brothers, and were nearly killed by him twice," Belphie pointed out. "You're clearly someone who was formerly against Lucifer, like me and Satan. Now, all of us with former grudges against our eldest brother can team up to do something he's sure to hate."

"Belle's was less of a grudge and more of an ulterior motive, but your point still stands," Satan allowed, nodding slightly. "Besides, with more numbers, the better."

I laughed, holding up my hands in a placating gesture.

"Alright, alright, I yield. I'm part of the Formerly Anti-Lucifer League."

Belphie grinned, as did Satan. The two brothers then shared a high five, then we all gathered together to conspire.

"So, let's here it," Satan insisted. "What exactly shall our little group do to get under Lucifer's skin?"

"What else?" Belphie snickered. "We're going to prank Lucifer."

…

Don't ask me what we were thinking, or why my usual common sense filter hadn't given me a swift kick in the rear, but the three of us that made up the Formerly Anti-Lucifer League were standing in the library, huddled in the corner where two bookshelves met. I was pretty sure we were going to be caught, but here I was, actually helping with this idea of Belphie's rather than trying to stop it.

"Well, as far as pranks go, this one is fairly basic," Belphie began, keeping his voice low. "I call it Operation: Put Super-Spicy Hot Sauce in Lucifer's Prized Vintage Demonus."

"Hmm," Satan hummed, nodding sadistically, "excellent plan, Belphegor. That will certainly get a rise out of him."

"I know right?"

"Well, someone's been going to the Levi school of naming operations," I quipped. "Still, this seems like something that would be interesting to watch."

"Now you're getting into it, Belle," Belphie grinned. "You'd make a good demon yourself."

"When I think about how distraught Lucifer is going to be..." Satan mused, shuddering in sick pleasure, "That moment when he takes a sip, and realizes that his vintage Demonus has been spiked with hot sauce, that it's ruined..."

He devolved into a low, cruel chuckle at that. I'll admit, I shuddered a bit at the sound, chills racing down my spine. Unlike me, Belphie seemed to revel in the sound, letting out a small, content noise.

"It's a relief to hear you talk like that. You really are still yourself Satan."

Satan's laughter died down and he grew serious once more.

"But this won't be simple, you know? The Demonus is kept behind a secret door here in the library."

"Sheesh," I let out, shaking my head. "Just how many secret rooms are in this place?"

"Are we including the dungeon?" Belphie piped up.

"There's a dungeon?!"

Both demons shushed me quickly and I choked, covering my mouth as I realized how loud I'd been. We glanced around, making sure we hadn't been spotted, then all three of us let out a sigh of relief.

"As I was saying," Satan started again, "the secret room in question is Lucifer's secret study. Which means..."

"The door will be guarded by powerful magic," Belphie finished for him. "As a deterrent against our resident thief, Mammon… what a pain..."

"Well, if you're expecting me to shatter the illusion again, I'm pretty sure Lilith isn't going to help me out this time," I spoke up.

"I doubt it will come to that," Satan assured me. "Most likely, there's a secret phrase or something to lift the enchantment on the door. The question is, what could it be?"

"Why don't we try guessing," Belphie suggested. "Think of words and phrases Lucifer might use, say them aloud, then see what happens."

Almost immediately, Satan smirked.

"Diavolo is everything," he tried, putting on a tone of reverence and lust that would put Asmo to shame.

"I would die for you, Diavolo," Belphie attempted, a very similar tone in his voice.

I snorted at the suggestions, clearing my throat before putting on the best Lucifer impression I could muster.

"Kneel before me."

That seemed to get the brothers to snicker a bit, hands covering their mouths to try and muffle themselves.

"I bet Lucifer secretly thinks that all the time," Belphie insisted.

"It does seem like something he's like to say, especially when he has someone at his mercy," Satan admitted.

"Come on, come on," I urged, all of my inhibitions out the window as this game of ours continued. "Who's got one?"

"Okay, how about something like this?" Satan suggested, putting on the overly flirtatious tone he'd used the first day at RAD when he was in Lucifer's body. "Diavolo, I love you so much it hurts!"

"Diavolo's lap dog!" Belphie cackled.

"Diavolo, there's nothing I wouldn't let you do to me!" Satan bellowed.

"In fact, there's so much I wish you would do to me!" Belphie exclaimed, all of us just devolving into laughter. "If only-!"

"There's nothing I wouldn't let you do to me..." a voice behind us recited, making all three of us freeze. "In fact, there's so much I wish you would do to me, if only… Well then, how about I cut you to pieces, boil you, grill you, and devour your flesh…?"

All three of us turned to see a rip roaringly pissed Lucifer glaring daggers at all of us. I let out a noise that was in an octave only dogs could hear, and the eldest brother just stepped towards us with murder in his eyes.

"What do you say?" he snarled.

"Oops..." Belphie let out.

"What are you three doing sneaking around like this in the library?" he demanded, eyes locking onto me. "I might expect this of Satan and Belphegor, but you Belle? I would have figured you would have learned your lesson about sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"Uh..." I struggled to get my thoughts in order, words completely failing me. "I uh… um..." I then just dropped to the ground in an expression of surrender, my voice high and panicky. "I'm sorry!"

Lucifer let out a very soft, cruel laugh, a smile playing on his face.

"Do you really think I'm so compassionate that a simple apology will earn you my forgiveness? It's obvious you three are plotting some sort of lame prank at my expense." He reached down, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder like a piece of luggage. "Come with me. I'm going to give you a stern talking to."

"Wow, a lecture from Lucifer?" Belphie commented, smiling as he got up and followed after Lucifer. "This really brings back the memories..."

"You seem happy about this, Belphie," Satan noted, though he too was smiling as he fell in line behind Belphie.

"Hey, you're smiling too," I pointed out, gesturing to his face as I was hanging where I could see them both.

"Enough talk back there," Lucifer warned.

"Yes, Lucifer!" we all called in unison, even if we were all too cheerful to sound cowed.

Despite the situation I was in, and the inevitable lecture I was about to face, seeing Belphie and Satan getting along made me feel so warm inside. It hadn't taken much, but now, Belphie was back on speaking terms with half of his brothers. Now, all I had to do was work on the other three, and survive Lucifer's lecture.