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The House of Lamentation swayed as you walked up the front path, ears still ringing from the music blasting in the club. Your feet hurt from the high heels you had on - you usually didn't wear shoes like this, but you'd decided to live a little. After all, you didn't usually ignore Lucifer's orders and go to downtown Devildom on your own either. A little smirk hovered at your lips as you fumbled in your bag. You'd gone to some club Asmo and Mammon had been raving about last week, but they'd never taken you with them. Not some fragile, weak little human. You knew it wasn't their fault really - they'd probably have to take you with them, but Lucifer would never allow it. He never wanted you doing anything except going to RAD or drink stupid tea with him in his study. But now that you'd spent so much time in the demon world, you were getting sick of being treated like a little porcelain doll. Lucifer already acted like hos brothers were unruly children, and while they could be immature,