All songs are slowed/reverb! Timestamps: ____________ 0:00 = Lady Gaga - Bloody Mary 5:04 = NightshiftTV - D r i v e F o r e v e r 8:36 = Gorillaz - Rhinestone Eyes (Headphones recommended to this one :)) 12:29 = T-Fest x Screptonite - Lambada 16:07 = Molchat Doma - Sudno (Instrumental) 18:52 = Gemini - The Turnaround 22:30 = Ofdream - Real Answer ____________
Writing a POV because I'm bored.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were recently able to attend the Royal Academy of Diavolo, but only under one circumstance. Your goal was to gain information on the higher-ranking demons in the Devildom. In definition; you were a spy. Your fellow prestigious witches had put you up to the task. By gathering information, you could one day strike down all of the demons, claiming the Devildom as the witchs’ territory. Putting on the disguise of a human, you set foot into the distinguished school. As you walked, you saw many demons, but one catching your eye in particular. A tall green-haired demon stuck to The Demon King’s side. Nearing the Demon King, he called your name. “MC! It’s so great to finally see you!” Him saying your name was different… How was he aware of your name? Seeing as to how surrounded you were, you decide to take a cautious approach to the unusual situation. “H-How did you know my name..?” The red-haired man exclaims loudly before chuckling. “Did you forget the papers you signed to be admitted into the student exchange program?” Your group never said anything about signing you up for stuff. Thinking to yourself, you decide the best option is to go along with it. “Oh! T-Those! I remember now, of course I couldn’t forget!” You feel as though you’ve surely revealed yourself in front of all the other demons here. His joyful demeanor makes you think the opposite though. “Let’s head inside to introduce you to the R.A.D. committee.” When you walk, you feel the demon that once caught your eyes follow you. You could feel the way he looked at you burning holes through your skin. - A Week In - You had been living in the devildom for about a week now. A bunch of information was being passed between you and your party of witches. Recently though, you had gotten a call from the demon king asking for you to come over. His tone was quite serious and you were petrified to say the least. Had they found you out? Was it obvious? Is it just a friendly call? You were nervous and skittish at every little thing as you got ready. - Entering The Castle - You were immediately greeted by Diavolo, but this time in a harsh tone. “Mc… Hello. Thank you for accepting to come over. I would talk to you myself, but I have matters to take care of.” You watch Diavolo audibly sigh and walk out, his face had a slightly displeased look on it. You looked down ashamed as Barbatos came over to greet you. Was this the end? “Mc, I’m sure you know who I am by now. I’d like you to follow me.” You notice that his face shows no emotion. Confused, you wonder what is actually happening. He pulls out a chair for you and then walks over to a chair on the opposite side of you. You decide to speak up, not wanting to be awkward. “May I know what’s happening?” With an awkward laugh he begins to talk “I have been informing Lord Diavolo of your suspicious behavior. Would you like to confess what you’ve been planning before I expose everything I know already?” You feel shivers crawl down your spine. He has an eerie smile as he threatens you. Your head spins in circles and you try to utter a word, but… nothing. You’ve been caught. In the silence of the room, the butler tries to negotiate with you. “Mc, I have an offer.” You look up being expectant to what he’s going to say. “You either tell me what you’re planning or I’ll have no choice but to use force… I’d mostly not like to do that.” His smile grows bigger making you terrified. Should you confess? Would the witches turn on me if I did tell Barbatos? As you were thinking, you didn’t notice that he was now at your side, a hand on your shoulder. “So what will it be… Hmm Mc?” You feel tears start to form. Stressed to your core you look up at him and mutter a tiny sentence. “Please.. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll leave. I’ll do anything… Just, please.” You bite your lip expecting a ‘No’ for certain. To your surprise, you hear him chuckle before he states one word that makes your eyes go wide. “Anything?”
