Obey Me! : Chat Fic Edition

Happy Birthday Lucifer

CH 21

Thot Squad

Solomon has joined the chat.

Solomon: I lived heathens.

Diavolo: I take it this means you and Asmo made up?

Asman: We did

Solomon: We're good

MC: Hooray!!!!

See me on: That's wonderful

Diavolo: I'm very glad.

Diavolo: Now onto something that's actually important.

Asman: Wow ok

See me on: Lucifer's birthday?

Diavolo: Precisely.

IT'S MY BOYFRIEND'S BIRTHDAY

Diavolo: Welcome to the new chat everyone! Let's start making plans for Lucifer's birthday celebration.

Asmo: Oooh how about giving him a spa treatment? He's bound to get wrinkles soon if he doesn't start taking care of his skin.

Levi: Let's take him to a Sucre Frenzy concert.

Mammon: lets get him to give goldie back to me

Diavolo: Excellent! We already have suggestions!

MC: Should we tell him what we're planning, or should it be a surprise?

Barbatos: We should keep it a surprise. Odds are he's forgotten his birthday is coming up with everything that's been going on these past months.

Diavolo: I believe you're right. We'll plan a surprise party, then.

Belphie: I was just gonna get him some candy apples. He's a sucker for those.

Diavolo: Is he really? Barbatos, order a bouquet of those at once!

Barbatos: Of course.

MC: We should have the party in Diavolo's garden

MC: It's big and fits Lucifer's foreboding aesthetic during the nighttime

Asmo: We can hang a bunch of fairy lights!!

Solomon: And we can finally get that peacock

Diavolo: I think he'd really like this.

Satan: Please don't get the peacock. It won't match the aesthetic at all.

Diavolo: :)

Beel: What will we do for food?

Diavolo: I know a catering service he likes. Consider it already taken care of.

Belphie: And presents?

Belphie: What does Lucifer actually like outside of torture and Diavolo?

Mammon: yelling

Mammon: ill get him a megaphone

MC: He'd probably just use it to yell directly in your ear

Mammon: im not getting him a megaphone

Diavolo: I'm sure he will appreciate anything you guys get him. It's the thought that counts, right?

Satan: I'll get him a bottle of acetone and call it a night.