Once she stepped foot out of the restroom, there was a click as the bedroom door was pushed open.
Daphne held her breath, thinking that it was certainly Lucifer. She crossed her arms together, trying to hide the dress. She wasn't sure why she was trying, but she had a bad feeling about what he would do when he saw she had independently chosen to modify his "beautiful outfit" for her.
She looked towards the door, trying to maintain a cool expression. However, her goal failed when she saw the person that had entered the room.
Her eyebrows tightly drew together as she took a step back, her arms falling to her side. The man that had just walked in noticed her immediately, and he smiled in a polite manner, his gaze traveling up and down her once before fixating onto her eyes.
This was the man that had spoken earlier at breakfast, the one that had asked to join the. . . Seven, Sevil meeting? If she remembered correctly, this devil's name was Doyle.
Doyle Black.
"Daphne, am I correct?" He spoke, his voice gentle and well-mannered, much different from his older brother.
She did not respond, partially because she was alarmed by him, but also because Lucifer had told her to "be good" before he left, and something told her that speaking to Doyle Black was not on Lucifer's "good" list.
Doyle did not get angry from not hearing a response, and instead, his expression softened more as he closed the door and moved closer to her, "I apologize for being so blunt. I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Doyle Black, his - Lucifer's brother."
Still hearing no response, he continued to speak, staying right in front of the door without moving, "I apologize for my sister, Calindra, being so rude earlier at breakfast. She can be a brat sometimes."
Daphne frowned, wondering what brother would call their little sister a brat, especially in a large family like this. Lucifer had said that Doyle and Calindra were the only children of the first mistress, Cerelia.
Still hearing no response, Doyle finally got a little annoyed. The fact that she wasn't even looking his way frustrated him even more as he took a deep breath, his smile never leaving his face.
Daphne pressed her lips tightly together, looking at the devil's red eyes. Perhaps it was because the devil's eyes were red, but she could not see the smile reaching his eyes as he looked her way.
There was a long moment of silence as either of them said anything, and Daphne noticed that his smile was gradually diminishing. Finally, he spoke again, the gentleness of his voice gone.
"Lucifer is always lucky, isn't he?" Daphne noticed the sour hint to his tone as he spoke, and he looked at him, wondering what he was talking about.
"Since when did the Brothel have such a beautiful fairy like you? I have been quite busy recently and haven't been to the Brothel in a while. Perhaps we would have met if I had gone like usual?"
Doyle tilted his head slightly, staring at her. There was something about her that made it hard for him to take his eyes off of her, a certain beauty he had never seen on anyone else. Why did his annoying brother always get everything without having to try?
Doyle clenched his fists together, seeing the fairy take another step back slowly.
Daphne looked to the side, ignoring him and wondering when Lucifer would come back. Although they were both devils and she did not really trust either of them, at the moment, the only one she could rely on was Lucifer.
Just as she turned her head back to look at Doyle again, there was a soft clicking sound that was barely present as the sound of the wind coming from the balcony covered it. Then, Daphne blinked and Doyle was suddenly right in front of her.
"Ah," she gasped, falling back a few steps towards the back of the room as her eyes widened. Did all devils know how to teleport?! Doyle smiled at her reaction, drawing in their distance as he forced her into the wall.
Daphne still refused to speak as she glared at him, regretting her decision to put the scissors away. From now on, she should just keep that pair of scissors with her wherever she goes in this hell of a place.
Doyle did not know what she was thinking, and he suddenly lifted his hand up, gripping gently onto her chin and lifting it up so their eyes met.
Daphne narrowed her eyes, her teeth clenching together at the sense of his cold fingers against her skin.
Just as she was about to lift her hand up and slap his hand away, there was suddenly a loud bang as the bedroom door was pushed open again. . . Or more like, kicked open.