To love the supernatural

The house of Lamentation had some strict rules, despite the frivolous trouble that cropped up. Lucifer ran a tight ship. Usually, most of the rules were followed. It was expected everyone would make at the least a cursory appearance at the breakfast table, or let Lucifer know when other things prevented it.

Usually, you were very willing to follow at least the breakfast rule. Mealtime was, after all, one of your favorite times of the day. Yet that pleasant, quiet morning, your chair was conspicuously empty. Lucifer eyed it at first with some curiosity.

As the others trooped down, his brow happened to twitch once. Satan caught it amidst buttering some toast, his grin small. Anything that caused Lucifer irritation was a good thing, after all.

Slowly, they all realized the issue. I'm between the usual self absorption that they indulged in, were peppered in comments.

"Aaah, Y/N is in so much trouble. Lucifer is gonna blow a head gasket, lol!" Levi was giggling into his game console.

"Can I have their plate," Beel wondered between a mouthful of food. His large hand had already reached over, until he got a slap from Asmo.

"Beel, that's my scone!" When Beel withdrew Asmo went back to studying himself in a handheld mirror. "Really, the party last night was the best. I don't think Y/N will be up anytime soon, really. We can't all snap back to perfection like I can, after all!"

Lucifer sighed. "You took Y/N to a party?"

Asmo blinked. "Oh yeah! With dancing and drinking, and more dancing! Solomon can really cut loose when he wants to."

"Ooooh, Y/N secret nightlife has been revealed. The end is near." Levi had dropped the gaming console to type out a post.

When Belphie came down and plopped into his seat, head plonking against the table, Lucifer finally snapped.

"Mammon, go get them."

"Eh, get them yourself. I ain't their keeper." Mammon leaned back onto two legs.

"Mammon… NOW." Lucifer didn't have to even change the expression of his face, merely his tone. They all gave him their attention. His eyes cut to Asmo. "As for you…"

The lust demon chuckled a little. "W-well, look at the time. Wouldn't want to be late."

Satan snorted, taking a sip of his coffee. "As if you care about punctuality for school Asmo."

Mammon dropped his hair back down, scooting back and hopping to his feet. "I'm just gonna go get my things. If I, uh… if I happen to run into Y/N I'll send them on to you Lucifer. Absolutely."

The greed demon darted from the room before Lucifer could get into his stride. He couldn't help but grumble to himself. You'd really stepped in it this time. Partying in general was dangerous for a human when in the devildom. Partying with Asmo turned a normal party into an even more unknown, crazy situation. You were honestly lucky to be alive.

Reaching your door he rapped on it sharply. He'd try and warn you at least, so maybe you could work up some tears or something. Maybe it'd soften Lucifer up… nah.

"OI!" He rapped again when there wasn't any noise. Nothing. His sharp ears picked up some soft shuffling, but no verbal response. "Hey, hey! Don't keep the great Mammon waiting. Pretty rude."

An odd sort of sound came from behind your door. It made him pause. It sounded… not quite human. Leaning on the oak door, he chuckled.

"What, ya losing your liquid dinner from last night? Shouldn't drink so much if you can't hold yer alcohol, newbie."

No response, except more of those off noises. He felt a tad bad. What if you were like throwing up in your sleep? Or, were allergic to something Asmo or Solomon had poured down your throat?

The thought galvanized him. "Oi, ya had your chance. I'm coming in!"

He tossed the door open, ready to either wake you up or rub your back. Instead, he froze. Your bed sheers were ruffling around, revealing random patterns of black and white. Weird pajamas…

The thought was short lived, hope crushing, as something raised its head from your bed, making a noise of curiosity.

Mammon couldn't be blamed whatsoever for his reaction.

The shriek echoed through the house of Lamentation, causing the other six demons to jump to their feet. When the demon skidded into the dining room, going so far as to leap over the table, they were rightfully confused.

"What happened?" Lucifer demanded at the same time Satan asked.

"Where is Y/N?"

"T-there gone! They… they got ate, we gotta kill it, it killed Y/N!"

"That isn't funny Mammon!" Asmo snapped.

"I AIN'T JOKING!"

As for Y/N… you had no idea what the fuck was happening. Mammon had woken you up, and then had the audacity to ignore your questions. Granted, he had been really pale. You actually hadn't realized he could go that shade of color before.

Still, you weren't in any kind of mood for this bullshit. You were never going to party with Asmo again. Never mind Solomon, and this time you meant it! The call of drinks and overheated rooms due to too many bodies crushing into the space was going to be your new ex.

It wasn't unusual to be hung over and tired. This time your body itself felt off, too heavy for your frame. Things were too sharply in focus as well, making you blink multiple times.

Mammon had turned, shrieking, from your room, causing you to crush your head back into the pillow, whining. You sounded strange to your own ears.

Following the instinct to arch your back into a long stretch, you yawned. You had to physically stop yourself from curling back up, instead hopping from the bed. It wasn't until you landed on the ground you realized something was… wrong.

Your feet didn't clink when you jumped from bed, usually. Blinking in confusion, you glanced down. Without much thought you shifted your hands around. Weird… your hands looked like paws. Maybe you were still drunk.

Wait… your fucking hands were fucking paws!

Lucifer was trying to calm Mammon down and get a decent answer from him. Had he seen your body?

"Oh, my." Satan had a dreamlike quality to his tone that caught the Pride demons attention.

The green eyes were wide and fixated. Lucifer saw why when he followed the gaze.

"Eh? Oh my, what a pretty color fur!" Asmo reacted first. Lucifer cut him a look, and the demon flinched. "No, no. I might have been drunk, but not nearly drunk enough to bring home a tiger. I brought Y/N home and that was it."

Lucifer growled. "I'm aware."

"What are we gonna do? What of its hungry?" Levi asked, taking a small step back.

"That thing ate Y/N!" Mammon snapped.

The tiger let out a roar, causing the envy and greed demons to yelp.

"You're an idiot," Belphie muttered.

"All the food is gone." Beel said it sternly. As of to prove his point, he picked up the last piece of toast and swallowed it whole.

"Why would you do that? What are we gonna feed it now?" Levi gripped Beel on the arm.

"Tigers don't eat toast," Belphie muttered.

"It cant have my meat either," Beel glared at it.

The white tiger seemed to huff, before it charged. While the others shrieked or flinched, Lucifer and Satan stayed still. It slammed into Lucifer, though the demon didn't move an inch with the added weight. The tiger was whining and almost… pleading.

"There, there." Lucifer sighed in an almost resigned way. It had almost been a calm, no trouble morning. How would he explain this to Diavolo?

"Course Lucifer can charm a wild animal," Mammon muttered from where he'd fallen over.

"Maybe cause he is an animal," Asmo gushed with a flirty wink.

Satan finally gave into the urge. His hand reached out and he stroked through the white fur. After a moment, he actually took you into his arms despite your large size. Your fur was soft and warm, and under his ministrations your sides soon stopped heaving in fear.

"Or maybe he can calm them down because this is Y/N." He gave them all a look. "You're all pathetic."

"What did you feed them yesterday Asmo?" Lucifer asked quietly.

"That… that's Y/N?" Then he seemed to hear Lucifer. "No, no. They didn't drink anything I didn't drink, I made sure of it!"

That was true. Any drink you'd had Asmo or Solomon had taken a sip of it first, to make sure it was safe. They were your besties. You grumbled low, reaching out to bat Lucifer with a paw. You weren't going to let him blame Asmo.

Now you were calm, sunk low into Satan's grasp, you remembered. Asmo had all the best intentions. But there was one thing you'd drank that the others didn't know about. You all had stopped at Purgatory Hall and had a final drink if the night. Or, it had been meant to be a quick drop off.

Asmo and Solomon had vanished into the sorcerer's room for some fun, while you declined the invitation. The noise had woken up Simeon, who kindly gave you blankets and pillows to fix up the rather comfortable couch before he'd drifted back to his own bed, casting a silencing charm throughout the house for Luke.

Asmo had woken you up a few hours later, and you'd went to the restroom. Your mouth had been dry… you'd thought it was safe. The mixture had been light and almost airy, floating down your throat rather than being swallowed, pleasant warmth hitting and coursing through your body.

And thus, you'd woken up as a fucking tiger.

Lucifer arched a brow at you, before he sighed. "You obviously can't go to school like this. I'm going go have to report this to Diavolo. Asmo… you and Solomon will be coming with me. The rest of you… get going before you're late."

Levi started giggling, while Asmo sulked beside Lucifer. "You were terrified of Y/N."

"Hey, show some respect for your older brother!"

"What's there to respect? Idiot." Belphie handed Beel a bag of chips on his way out.

Lucifer glanced to Satan, who stared back. "Put them down and get going."

"I don't think so. What if something happens? They shouldn't be alone."

Usually, Lucifer would have called him out on the obvious fact he just wanted to cuddle a cat, but he was too tired.

"As you say. Once we've got this all sorted, I'll have you bring them to where we are. Ideally Solomon will know what happened."

He paused, stroking you on the head soothingly. "We'll get this sorted, don't worry. Try and stay calm."

Of course. "Well, you must be hungry. Let's get you something to eat."

Satan cuddled you for another moment before he sat you down. This was definitely not fun. Having to look up this far to see his face was definitely not ideal, and it jarred you.

He opened the fridge. "Well, what would you like? Just nudge it and I'll handle the rest."

You glanced into the fridge, nose tantalizing you with new scents. It didn't take much before you were pawing at where you knew the meat was kept. Satan bent down, opening the drawer and picking up the steaks there.

"These? Makes sense I suppose. I wonder how much of you is becoming the tiger. Do you have any urges to lick yourself?"

With a small roar, you swiped him, claws accidently out. He dodged easily, giving you a cool gaze.

"I'm not Mammon. You aren't going to scare me with roars and snarls."

You grumbled, curling up on the floor while he cooked your breakfast. Once it was done, he hummed. You were just grateful it still smelled amazing cooked. If you had only wanted it raw, then gods… you'd have just given up. Satan paused before he kneeled before you.

"Seems a bit odd, if I have you eat from the floor. Can you get up onto the table?"

You nodded your head, raising onto your hind legs before you used the front to drag yourself up. You felt the table scratch your belly, making you jolt. A glance showed some white fur had gotten stuck between a chip in the table.

"I more meant jump up. I'll be more specific next time." He set your plate down, but still seemed not satisfied. "Shall I feed you?"

You couldn't help the way your whiskered face twitched. Eventually you nodded, since you didn't relish putting your face down into a plate. You weren't Beel.

Satan was meticulous. He cut the steaks into thin strips, perfectly sized for your current mouth. Thankfully he did use a fork to feed you, so you were saved the worry about accidently biting his fingers. Idly, you wondered if you could even hurt him, or really any of them. Somehow you doubted it, seeing as you were a regular white tiger. Maybe of you were a demon tiger… that was a terrifying thought.

Once you were done he followed you to the sitting room, letting you curl up against him while he read a book. When you pawed at him, he obliged you and his smooth voice soon read the words aloud, letting your drift to the cadence.

When he woke you up, hours later, problems arose. Satan had received word from Lucifer, who had even sent a portal so you didn't have to be carted through the Devildom. Really, he would be sad to see this go. As a tiger you were adorable and soft. The perfect sized cat for him. Still, he supposed you couldn't remain.

Especially when, upon waking, he noted that you weren't really there. Only a wild beast reflected in your eyes, as you woke up with a violent snarl, lunging for him with killing intent.

You were going for his throat. He fed you his arm, using the other to grasp you by the thicker fur of your neck, throwing you to the side. Easily he twisted you and held you down.

"Y/N! Get a hold of yourself!"

He watched as awareness came back to you, and you guiltily released his arm. He hummed, feeling your tongue rasp over the skin exposed in apology. You were becoming more animalistic at an alarming rate, considering when he could roughly guess you initially transformed.

"You didn't harm me, Y/N. Don't worry." He rose and gestured. "Lucifer has the solution. Let's get going."

You followed him without hesitation. You wanted this over. You remembered the moments of animalistic instinct that had overwhelmed your humanity and felt terror.

The portal took you to the student council room. Diavolo immediately took you in with Barbatos, eyes serious.

Solomon was there as well. "Sorry about this. I didn't realize I left that potion out. Although… really, you shouldn't drink random things you find. That's why Asmo and I taste test everything first."

"Because a narcissistic tiger is what we need," Satan wondered.

Solomon laughed. "That would be interesting! Not to worry though. This potion would only affect a human like this."

"Still… Lucifer you forgot to mention how adorable Y/N is as a tiger!" Diavolo came quickly toward you, beaming. It knocked you back into you beast self, and you roared threateningly, claws coming out as you tensed up.

The demon prince froze, golden eyes studying you. "Not good, perhaps."

Satan shared a glance with Lucifer. "They do seem to becoming more in line with a true tiger the longer they remain in this form."

"It'll be fine." Solomon stepped up; hand outstretched.

Magic poured from his being and wrapped you in a bubble of power, causing you to spin rapidly for an escape. Your paws swiped against the barrier, cries distorting disturbingly. Though the demons couldn't see you, they could hear the way you sounded sometimes like a tiger, others like yourself. Your cries made Lucifer and Satan twitch.

Finally, the bubble burst in golden flakes, leaving you there. It took a moment before you opened your eyes.

"Satan, Diavolo I am so sorry! I would never snarl at you or… or bite your arm off."

Before you could register it, Lucifer was before you. He has removed his uniforms jacket, and wrapped it around you. And you realized. Face flushing, you turned to look at a smug Solomon.

"I'm going to absolutely murder you."