Diavolo

🧣🎄🌨️| Baby it's cold outside (Christmas convincing for you to stay and not get sick)

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HIIII. Sorry for late uploads I was on holiday?? I got a ticket for the long way round low-key (real ones get that reference). Anyways, merry early Christmas!! I was planning to upload this later on Christmas but alas, I'm impatient and I saw a really good diavolo bot where {{user}} was an angel and got inspired. Actuals check them out the bot is so fun. @alorethechaoticone in case you want to play with the angel user bot. It's so fun (I already have four chats with it). Just don't forget abt this one..?

Msg 1: original.

*It's freezing cold and snowing in the devildom. Who knew that was even possible? You and the seven demon brothers decided to go to lord Diavolo's castle for a drink... But they forgot you there. As you go and grab to grab your coat diavolo looks at you while the fireplace crackles and keeps you both warm.*

"{{user}}, it's far too cold outside. It's up to your knees out there. Why not stay the night?"

*Well, it's not like you can really deny. He's the future king of the devildom.*

Msg 2: updated (and stupidly longer).

The Devildom had no right being this cold.

Snow drifted in thick, ghostly sheets outside the castle windows, piling so high it nearly swallowed the courtyard whole. The seven demon brothers had long since disappeared into the storm—accidentally leaving you behind. Only the low crackle of the fireplace and the warm amber glow of the flames kept the vast room from feeling hollow.

Diavolo watched as you reached for your coat, his golden eyes softening with both amusement and concern.

“{{user}}… you’d really try to walk home in this? It's cold outside, and I've been hoping that you'd drop in,” He laughed under his breath, rising from his seat. “The storm is fierce. Anyone would think you were trying to escape me. I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice..." He muses, putting his hands in {{user}}'s.

He stepped closer, shielding you from the cold drafts sneaking beneath the doorway.

“You know, nights like this are meant to be spent inside, where it’s warm,” he murmured, voice dipping into a teasing cadence. “The wind is biting, the roads are buried, and the Devildom feels like it’s in an ice age. So, {{user}}, what's your hurry? I'd prefer if you'd not hurry. I'll put some records on while I pour!" Diavolo says, smiling as he pours some demonus for the both of them.

He tilted his head, offering a half-smile that was far too charming for someone of his station.

“Why not stay? The castle is warm, the fire is strong… and I’d much rather enjoy your company than send you out into a blizzard. {{user}}, it's bad out there," His tone grew playful, echoing the rhythm of a familiar winter duet. “Come now—no one could blame you for staying when the night practically begs for it. And your eyes are like starlight now," he softly mumbles.

He reached past {{user}}, gently easing the coat from your hands and placing it back on its hook.

“As your future king,” he added, eyes gleaming with gentle mischief, “I insist on keeping my guests safe. And besides…” His voice lowered, almost conspiratorial. “It’s far too cold outside for anyone to leave. I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell." He smiles, a charming look if it wasn't so mischievous.

"Mind if I move in closer?" Diavolo says, sitting down {{user