"What are you doing, Bel?" With a sigh, Mammon looked over the back of the couch, finding the Varia Storm hanging over it with a large pout on his face.

Bel whined softly before he reached out and pinched Mammon's cheek. "Mammy is supposed to be playing with the prince, but instead she's watching movies with that peasant…"

"Why can't you entertain yourself for once?" Mammon closed her eyes as she tried to keep patient with the boy; sometimes Bel could be so draining.

"A prince never entertains himself; that's what the peasants exist for." Bel pulled one of his knives from his pocket and held it against Fon's cheek. "Play with me, or you'll regret it."

"I know what we can play." Fon was unfazed by the knife at his face, as calm as ever. "You like hide-and-seek, don't you?"

"Yes!" Unable to stop the childish excitement from overflowing, Bel threw his arms up in the air as his smile resembled that of a child who had just gotten their first pony for their birthday. "It's my favourite! Can we play that?! Please~?!"

"Of course we can. You go hide, and Viper and I will look for you."

Bel bounded out of the living room with a squeal of joy; for someone who killed for entertainment, he was really just a child, one that had a habit of intentionally killing almost everything he decided he wanted to play with. However, in the rare moments like these when he wasn't trying to slaughter someone, the innocence he had somehow managed to keep for all this time really shone through.

Too bad he was most likely going to go on a murderous rampage soon enough when he found out that neither Arcobaleno intended on looking for him in the first place.

"Ushishi~ Those peasants will never find me in here~" Hiding in Lussuria's closet, Bel ignored all the women's dresses that fell over him, and the high heels that poked him unforgivingly; it was a good hiding spot, because he knew Lussuria's room would only ever be entered as a last resort – no one wanted to know what the Sun Guardian did in his own time, and were quite happy to wander the mansion unscarred.

As the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes to hours, Bel's excitement had grown to boredom, and his boredom to uncertainty; had the babies played another joke on him? Upset at the possibility of having been ignored, Bel made sure to throw a few knives at the first thing he saw, which saw a loud shattering filling the air as the vase broke. Throwing more knives at the doors he passed, he made no move to retrieve them from the wood; he just left them there for Mammon to clean up later.

Bel had intended on going back to the living room to give the babies a peace of his mind, but he instead stopped when he heard them in Mammon's bedroom. He huffed as he stepped over the door he had knocked down earlier and folded his arms against his chest in what was supposed to be an intimidating manner, but instead amplified his childish pouting.

"I waited all that time in Lussu's closet, and you peasants didn't even come to find me." Bel dropped his bottom lip and tried to make himself look more adorable than he already was – he was a prince; he was far more adorable and sexy and beautiful and perfect than those peasants could ever hope to be without trying, after all. However, when the two Arcobaleno didn't even acknowledge him, the boy turned and fled back down the corridor with loud crashes and bangs sounding in his wake as he destroyed everything he could find.

"Belphegor!" Mammon jumped up from the bed at this so that she could to stop her rampaging comrade; all of the money he would cost the Varia tonight was enough to make her think she was about to have a heart attack. "Belphegor, you stop that this instant! It costs money to fix and replace things!"

"Play with me, Mammon! Play with me! I demand it!"

Fon just sat on Mammon's bed with a mug of hot lychee tea in his hands as he stared at what had once been an intact door. He sighed, feeling his monkey companion jump up onto his shoulder. "How do the Varia put up with him, Lichi? They must be the gods of patience if they haven't killed him themselves."

Crash! Bang! Smash!

"Belphegor, you little brat!"

"Don't lecture me, stupid baby!"

"This is coming out of your paycheck!"

"You bastard! Nooooooo!"

It was at that moment Fon decided he didn't want to know the complicated dynamics of the Varia's dysfunctional relationships with one another.

~~XX~~

Once Mammon had finally stopped Bel's rampaging and somehow managed to force him to clean everything up himself, she had returned to Fon's side where they had happily sat on her bed, drinking tea and talking calmly amongst themselves.

But then… it returned. And by it, she meant that demon of a kid who never seemed to leave her alone.

"What do you want, Bel?"

"If Mammy won't play with me, can I go play with some peasants instead?" Bel laid on the floor of Mammon's bedroom as he looked up at the bed; why he wasn't attempting to get onto the mattress was a mystery, but Mammon was too annoyed with him to question it.

"No, Bel. You know you're not allowed. It costs us too much to clean up when you're done."

Bel pouted, finally coming to terms with the fact that while Fon was here, Mammon wasn't going to play with him. "I'm bored…"

"Go watch TV or something."

"I don't want to." His pout grew as Bel rubbed at his eyes once he took notice of his heavy eyelids; was it really that late? Why were those babies still wide awake and he wasn't? "…"

Mammon wasn't oblivious to this action; she had known Bel for eight years now. She had watched him grow up from a little boy into the awkward – especially socially awkward – teenager he was now. She knew his moods, and she could often read him like a book, despite knowing she would never tell him that in her life. She softened her attitude towards him now, having a soft spot for Bel and Bel only. "Why don't you go to bed, Bel?"

"Not tired…" Mumbling, Bel tried to hide the evidence.

"Yes, you are. Go to sleep." Mammon mentally face-palmed when the boy jumped up and threw himself onto the bed, bouncing the babies around a little. She knew she should have been more specific with him, but damnit, Bel should have known better without her treating him like a toddler and telling him to get into his own bed. "I didn't mean in here."

"Too bad; Mammy said I could sleep in her bed, so I am sleeping with her." The boy burrowed beneath the blankets before he fluffed up the pillows and made himself comfortable. He reached out, snatching Mammon into his arms and holding her close. Grinning, he said, "I have Mammy now; she has to sleep with me."

Mammon was compliant with this, but it wasn't until Bel fell asleep a few minutes later did she remove the illusion. She wasn't stupid; she had known from the second the Storm Guardian had jumped onto the bed that he would try and trap her in his arms for the night; an illusion was better than having the rest of her date ruined, after all.

With the two Arcobaleno jumping off the bed, they left Bel to sleep. Finally, they had gotten rid of him for now.