Satan Is Mad About Cats

MC flinched hearing familiar footsteps echoing from the second floor. They sounded heavy, as if the owner intended to destroy the House of Lamentation with every stride. She hid behind a vase despite knowing it was futile. Satan was gonna skin her alive.

"MC!"

MC closed her eyes as tight as she could, as if not seeing him would mean that he wouldn't be able to see her.

"I know you're still here! I can smell you!"

Okay? MC knew they were demons but what the heck?

"We're going! WE'RE DEFINITELY GOING, YOU HEAR ME? It's their grand opening, I won't let you go anywhere!" He roared from upstairs.

MC's face lost colour. She had never seen him lose his composure, even though she clearly knew that he was the Avatar of Wrath, Satan was always cool and calm.

She was already sweating bullets when she managed to bolt behind the sofa in the common room.

Why does she hear James Bond mission impossible music?

"MC? What are you doing?" MC whipped her head to see Beel munching on a bag of chips, watching her crouch like an idiot as she made herself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

"Beel!" She almost screamed, overjoyed. Somehow, seeing his expressionless face was like finding an oasis in the desert.

Beelzebub was probably the nicest one in the bunch. He doesn't ever punish her, make her play video games until she's at death's door, attempt to scam her, tell her he's prettier than her or snap at her when she forgets something she promised. MC couldn't think of anything bad Belphie has done to her either, but that may only be because he's asleep 90% of the time. That's besides the point here, however.

Right, Satan was mad because MC forgot that he invited her in the grand opening of a branch of the cat café he liked. She was aware that it was her fault this time, but she couldn't really help it. Sometimes she thinks it's better for the brothers to tear her apart limb by limb so they all could have a piece of her all the time.

It was honestly exhausting. It was puzzling how they all used to hate her, or be actually disgusted by her presence to the point that they wouldn't endure being with her in the same room when she first came to Devildom.

Beel was an exception. He was just...eating the whole time. He didn't ignore MC, or approach her either. It was pretty easy to tame him and Diavolo helped a lot.

When MC asked him for human world snacks, she made sure to have The Devil Prince add some extra, but not for her. From then on it was simple, the plan was to eat them in the common room, have Beel see the irresistible snacks, and then befriend him by food.

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Nobody ever mentioned it was applicable to demons too though. It was a simple, but a very effective plan, and because Beel trusted her first, his twin, the Avatar of Sloth, namely Belphegor, was a freebie. It was like buy one take one, the twins were a set. Of course Belphie was wary of MC at first, but if she could bribe his twin by food, then she could bribe him with sleep.

That's another story to tell, however.

Beel crouched beside her, but she actually had to ask him to lie down as he was too big to hide by the sofa. She then told him her unfortunate story and circumstances, and Beel actually looked like he was listening.

"And now, I can't cancel on Lucifer because he actually booked the ENTIRE restaurant. Can you believe it? I feel like he'll kill me if I so much mention cancelling on him." MC shuddered at the thought.

"But it's your fault." The Avatar of Gluttony said simply, muching another chip after listening for a while. MC couldn't help but wince, then sighed. Beel was nice, and he was deadly honest too. Too honest for a Demon, if one may say.

"I know Beel, you think I don't know that? But isn't Satan a little too angry" MC whined. Admittedly, the ginger lad was right, but well, maybe, just maybe, she just wanted some comfort. The Avatar of Wrath and possibly the Avatar of Pride, two of the most powerful and fearsome demons in Devildom, were after her head after all.

"Well isn't that because he hardly ever gets to spend time with you? He's not pushy like Mammon, whiny like Levi, or persistent like Asmodeus. He's always considerate and waits for his turn. Not to mention mixing up his time with Lucifer's of all people, that's the absolute worst case scenario, MC." Belphie, half-asleep, mumbled in between yawns from the couch, his face buried on his favorite cow pattern printed pillow.

"MC!" Oh no. His green eyes met yours from the flight of stairs.

"OhhiSatan,actuallyIhavetogoI'mlateforclass.Byeeeee." MC was outta there. She was never remotely good at sports, but she ran like Cerberus was hot on her trail.

"MC? Where are you—" It was MC's fellow human exchange student.

"Solomon! Quick, make me disappear." She screeched.

"Huh?" He looked confused. It was understandable.

"A spell, make me vanish or invisible or something. Quick!" MC shook him with panicked eyes. He had no choice but to just nod.

He uttered some words she could barely recognize, some were familiar from Spell Casting Class, but it was much, much, more complicated. He was really a talented sorcerer. The epitome of a human being almost reaching perfection, as long as he stays away from the kitchen, that is.

"Mon, if Satan comes, tell him you don't know where I am alright?" She shook him.

He sighed.

"What did you do this time, MC?" He looked at her in concern.

"You can still see me?" MC asked, half-bewildered and half-worried.

"I altered the spell a little bit so I could. It was my first time trying that, I'm glad it worked." He smiled faintly.

"So, at least tell me why you want to hide from Satan?" He put his hands on his chin, curious.

MC told him a quick summary of the story as the two of them walked back to RAD.

"Oh, so you mixed up the time of meeting with Lucifer and Satan and now Satan's mad at you because your tongue slipped about the situation?" Solomon had a habit of explaining things to himself. He probably wasn't talking to MC at that point, but to himself, but she nodded anyway.

"Oh, by the way, why were you at House of Lamentation?" Only after the danger was a safe distance away did she realize she met him at the gates of the dormitory.

He sighed again.

"I was going to invite you to have tea after class, but it looks like I had a bad timing, actually." He sounded a bit disappointed, and it made her a little sad.

"We could do that—" MC finally beamed at him after a few seconds of silence. "—but maybe in another day..."

"You're very busy, MC." Solomon chuckled.

"Ah yeah, sometimes I think I should make clones and just have them report to me at the end of the day." MC joked.

It was as if a light bulb lit up in Solomon's head. He literally stopped in his tracks.

"MC! You're a genius!" He exclaimed before running ahead of her in the hallway. He looked like he was heading to the laboratory again.

Oh no.

"Ack, what if Lucifer scolds me for giving Solomon weird ideas? Ugh."

Ah, she forgot to ask how long the spell lasted. This time, she seriously asked herself if she was in fact, an idiot.

Another matter of concern was, what would be the use of attending classes if she can't be counted in the attendance anyway? Disappointed, MC trudged to a place she had always wanted to try going to, but not before spooking some students with a floating bag of Skiddles and some bread in front of the academy vending machine.

It's not so bad being invisible. She thought, giggling at the thought of the terrified students' faces.

The day was long, might as well spend it taking some time off.

"Meow~" It was the chubby cat she always wanted to pet. Finally, she had the chance to visit the bench under the tree. It had always caught her attention. She wondered why no one wandered towards it, it looked like an ideal place for lunch breaks, and a cute furry creature hanged around as well.

Up close, the cat was actually female.

"Hey Thicc Mama, want some buns?" MC grinned at it, offering the vending machine custard buns.

"Meow~"

A hell butterfly settled on her hand as she tried to sit as still as she can in order to not spook the kitty. She realized animals could probably see her. It was as if she's a ghost.

The cat grabbed her offering and struggled to jump onto the bench.

"Huh? Are there actually buns in the oven Thicc Mama? You preggy?" MC commented when she accidentally touched it's nipples swollen with milk as she helped it up. She sat down beside it.

"Oh, sorry I called you fat hehe, turns out you're just doing your best for your children. Satan would be overjoyed to see you " Ah right, he was mad at her. Maybe next time, if he doesn't kill her just yet?

|Meanwhile...|

"Hey Beel, do you remember what restaurant MC mentioned Lucifer had a reservation in?" Belphie yawned at his brother.

"Hmm? I think it was the luxurious one he always eats with Lord Diavolo with." Curious, Beel asked his twin what he was up to.

Belphegor only smirked.

"Hey Beel, wanna go grab lunch there? My treat, you can eat everything you want just this one time." Belphegor had ulterior motives. Beelzebub could feel it, but the temptation of demonic lobsters and hell cow steaks clouded his judgement.

"Sure, let's go later." He agreed, half-drooling at the thought of today's lunch. He had already decided before he could fully investigate Belphegor's intentions.

|Later that day...|

MC skipped all her classes and spent her time repenting and thinking of what to say to Lucifer. After all, it wasn't fair because Satan asked her first.

Just as she was about to dial him, his name popped up in her DD's screen. The devil himself was calling. MC swallowed and resolved herself.

"Hi Lucy, umm about our promise to eat—" Lucifer gently cut her off.

"Oh, so you already knew?" Lucifer sounded a bit bewildered and disappointed at the same time.

"Huh? What?" MC wasn't sure if they were on the same page.

'That my stupid brother ate everything in the restaurant I reserved and now we can't eat there. They ran out of ingredients. Their ingredients are actually premium so they can't just get it anywhere and it would take time."

MC felt like Lady Luck was on her side that day, oblivious that her "Lady Luck" was the Avatar of Sloth himself.

"Oh what a relie—I mean, too bad. Haha. It's such a waste, but I'm sure they'll compensate you and postpone your reservation for now?" MC gulped in anticipation.

"Oh yes, I imagine they would dislike the idea of me reviewing their services on Devilgram if not. Sometimes, these things called "apps" can offer great advantage." His reply sounded a bit malicious, but she was too happy to care.

"It's okay! Totally fine! We can go next time! Alright, I'll see you later!" She felt a sense of relief wash over her as they said their goodbyes and hung up.

"What a coincidence!" She thought.

MC called Solomon to dispel his work on her and once again she promised him that the two of them would have some tea sometime in the future. He obliged. Apparently he was grateful to her as he had been working enthusiastically on the idea of "clones" since morning. MC cringed, and hoped for the best.

As for Satan, he looked subtly happy after MC informed him that things were just as planned.

The grand opening was a banger. The two enjoyed petting cats of many different breeds and eating newly released menu pastries. Apparently, Satan was a regular at the old branch and received a voucher for free cat food and accessories. He was a little bit puzzled on where to use them however.

"Satan! I know! Thicc Mama!" MC exclaimed at him.

"What?" He asked.

"The pregnant cat that lives on the bench under the tree at RAD!"

It was a good idea, but Satan looked like he was barely holding his laughter.

"What? Why are you laughing?" MC pouted at him.

"What—hahaha—what did you name the cat?" He grinned.

"Thicc Mama? Why?" She tilted her head in confusion with his reaction.

"Ahahahahahaha—no, it's— nothing. I was just thinking, that's so like you, MC. Thicc Mama—HAHAHAHAHA"

Notes: Hello, this is the new chapter as promised! Have a nice day!