Secret Santa Event,

Day 8

This little story belongs to my Christmas project, a series of stories leading up to Christmas Eve! Check my Event Masterlist for more information, and have fun!

A/N: might contain interactions with my MCs Cloverand/orViolet(no spoilers ofc), but you don’t have to know them to understand the story!

Sooooo… Let’s talk demon prince.

Diavolo is known to be generous and friendly towards his loved ones. Sometimes (and by that I mean most times) his urge to spend time with them takes things too far, but really, he means well.

And for such a big big man with a big big heart, Christmas sounded so wonderful. His mind was running wild ever since the group decided to hold a secret Santa, almost physically aching because Diavolo was looking forward to it that much.

He ended up with so many great gift ideas… And might have ended up wrapping all of them in neat wrapping paper.

Now that sounds amazing for the person receiving all this. Really. Just that…

Diavolo happened to pick that one person who’s the worst at recieving gifts…

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“Violet!”

Diavolo himself was greeting her at the front door. From the way the door opened literally a second after she rang the bell, it was obvious Diavolo had waited for her right at the entrance in his anticipation.

“Lord Diavolo” the human girl smiled. “Thanks for having me over.”

She stepped inside, surprised to hear when Diavolo invited her into his room. She’d never been there before, so it felt like a big deal.

Diavolo, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. It had been toture to wait until this day would finally come. He had planned to go all out, dressing up as Santa and surprising Violet by delivering his present at night…

But, well, you’ll see the problem behind that idea very soon.

“It might rather obvious by now, but you are here for the secret Santa project” Diavolo started, shooting her a smile.

She gave a nod. “I thought so, but I’m still very excited to see the idea you came up with.”

“Yes!” the prince agreed.

“I’m excited to see which one you will like the most.”

At first, Violet gave a joyful hum in response.

Then, her brain had processed his words.

“…‘Which one’?”

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With mixed feelings, Violet came to a stop in front of Diavolo’s room.

“I’d like you to go first” he cheered.

And so she did…

Her jaw dropped.

There were… were… So many… Presents…

'Too many’ a thought shot through Violet’s mind in panic.

“Come on, don’t be shy!” Diavolo pushed her inside. “Take one and unwrap it!”

Completely dazzled, the girl couldn’t stop staring.

There were six wrapped gifts in her vision.

Six.

“U-uhm…”

She felt Diavolo’s amber eyes gaze at her eagerly.

“Violet? Is there a problem?”

“N-no…” she mumbled. “I’m j-just… Overwhelmed…”

“Hahaha!” Diavolo seemed very amused. “That’s adorable. But no need to be. Here…” He took a gentle hold of her hand, putting the smallest present box in them. “Start with this one.”

Violet brought herself to unwrap the pretty, silver glistening paper. She looked at a box of sweets.

“Madam Screams is only selling those in winter” Diavolo said. “I found it suiting for a Christmas gift to buy something seasonal. I know you are not particularly fond of sweets, but I feel quite confident that those will please you nonetheless.”

“They look very delicious” Violet hummed.

Oh well, if all presents turned out to be such small little treats, Violet might be fine with the amount after all.

…

If I may kindly drop a spoiler,

They weren’t.

Violet was handed the next gift.

A 'home spa box’, consisting of bath bombs, creams for face and body, a shower gel. They appeared rather expensive, very high quality at least.

“These smell amazing!” Violet gasped.

“Oh, I’m glad. There were three boxes that all looked amazing. For a moment, I thought of getting all of them, but it seems that I was able to make the right choice.”

Violet swallowed heavily. “Y-yeah…”

The next gift followed.

“A trenchcoat” Diavolo explained as the hem of its fabric showed under the wrapping paper. “My tailor made it out of material from his own silk farm. It should keep you warm during the winter days.” The prince seemed so excited, he asked her to try it on.

It fitted perfectly, and the dark blue fabric shimmered softly in the room’s light.

“Do you like it?” Diavolo asked.

Violet could only nod.It looked amazing, yes.

But seeing herself wearing such a luxurious coat, she… it…

The next present followed before the guilt could properly form in her stomach.

“A… Viola?” Violet asked.

The answer was an enthusiastic nod.

“Yes!” Diavolo cheered. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if one day, you would be able to play alongside Lucifer’s piano play? I want to be the first one to hear you two perform together! Promise me that, please?”

The girl’s cheeks flushed red at the thought. “Of course”, she mumbled.

“Now this one!"Diavolo pointed at the largest package.

And as it turned out, the large package contained four items in total. An easel, a canvas already placed on it, a brush set as well as a set of oil paint.

Diavolo kept watching her with a smile.

"I admire how you draw and paint, so I’d like to increase your artistic horizon. Have you ever worked with oil paint?”

The girl shook her head.

“Great!” The demon cheered. “If I may ask that much of you, I would love to see the art you create with this.”

She tried to, but Violet’s voice wouldn’t form a single word. As she kept looking around, she couldn’t process the mass of things that Diavolo just gifted her like that. Of course, he was a prince, so this might be a completely normal amount for him, but… For her, as some random human, she wasn’t used to this…

“Where’s the next one?” Diavolo suddenly called out. His gaze stopped at the open window. “Oh…”

Stepping towards it, Diavolo stuck his head out, blowing a loud whistle before coming back to her.

“Please, wait a moment.”

So they did, in a moment of silence.

Then, Diavolo stretched out his arm, and seconds after, a bird flew into the room and landed on said arm.

Violet stared at the owl with eyes at least as big as the animal’s. It looked like a black barn owl from the human world.

The owl had a cute, red ribbon tied around it’s foot.

“I heard you like those majestic little creatures” Diavolo explained. “And before you worry, this little fella is from the Devildom, yes, but completely harmless. Once we show him your room as it’s new home, it will come back for warmth and love in the evenings.”

Watching Violet’s baffled expression, Diavolo couldn’t help but chuckle. “Go ahead, try to pet it!”

Carefully, she approached the animal, touching it’s soft feathers and letting out a tiny squeal at the amazing feeling.

The owl gave a screeching noise itself, however it seemed happy.

After a little while, Diavolo cleared his throat.

“Violet… I wish you a merry Christmas.”

“Th… Thank you” Violet brought herself to say. “I’m v-very grateful for… For all this…”

She looked around the room again.

And as she turned around, looking up into Diavolo’s eyes, she knew she was supposed to smile. She wanted to, really. But her lips were trembling and she felt tears forming in her eyes.

“… Violet?” Diavolo called out in surprise. “What’s wrong? Are you not satisfied with your presents?”

And his soft, concerned voice was too much to bear.

“Th-that’s not it…” She mumbled, shaking her head. “Every single present is lovely, and I feel that you have put thought and warmth into them. B-but… I’m not used to… To someone…g…giv…”

Her voice cracked, so she cleared her throat, careful to keep her tears away.

“Have you not received presents before?” Diavolo made the owl fly to its place so he could focus on her only.

“I’ve never received so many, so expensive, so wonderful presents” Violet explained. “I’m not used to that, and it feels weird.”

Now Diavolo was the one to loose his words.

So Violet continued.

“Weird, and… And somehow, it feels wrong… So much money and effort spent on me… That’s… I… Don’t know how to deal with that…”

Violet was really trying to hold back her tears, not wanting to appear like a crybaby in addition to every other way she must be disappointing Diavolo right now.

“Is it because I’m royalty?”, Diavolo suddenly asked. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable?”

“Wha…? No, that’s not it! Really, I-I respect you as a prince, but other than that, I treat you as a friend, so…” Violet bit her lip. “You’re not the problem… I am.”

Narrowing her gaze, Violet wouldn’t dare meet his eyes again. Yeah, what a friend she was, not appreciating all he did for her, despite not having to give her this much in the least.

“Violet” the demon called out. “Please allow me to give you my last present.”

With that, he took one of her hands into both of his.

Raising it, he pressed her knuckles against his lips, mumbling words in a language the human did not understand.

He let go of her after pressing a soft kiss on her skin, now revealing a special pact mark around her wrist.

“Royal demons are forbidden to form pacts with humans” Diavolo spoke up. “However, we are allowed to give what we call a promise…”

Violet looked at her wrist. A black, vine-like tattoo decorated her skin. It did not feel like the mark she got from the pact with Lucifer, from a 'real’ pact apparently. But there was a weird tingle coming off of it.

The girl looked up in confusion.

“And I wanted to give you one” Diavolo said. “I am certain with Lucifer at your side, you won’t ever need my help, but if you ever find yourself in despair, you may use this promise, and I will find you.”

Violet’s eyes widened.

“But… Why… Why me? Isn’t that way too much for a Christmas presen-”

“I have not decided to make this promise because of the secret Santa project…” Diavolo chimed in. “… But because I truly think of you as an extraordinary person, Violet. And if I can help treasure and protect you in some way, I will.”

Hearing this, she couldn’t stop her tears anymore.

“I don’t… understand…” she mumbled.

Diavolo chuckled. “I don’t think it is necessary for you to understand my feelings, but I kindly ask you to accept them.”

He spread his arms, with an expression hoping for her to do the same. So she walked into the hug, now completely engulfed by the tall demon.

“Thank you so much, Diavolo” Violet mumbled into his chest.

The prince smiled a soft smile. “I thank you, for accepting me. For treating me like a friend.”