"Are you sure this suits me," Harry asks. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry can see Niall giving him a once over. His nose scrunches a bit and Harry knows Niall hates it. "Is it the hair?"

Niall frowns, thinking about it for a minute. "I don't know. It doesn't scream You, you know? Could be the eyes," Niall suggests. Harry glances in the mirror again.

The hair is what worried Harry the most. He's never been a redhead before. Now that he looks at it, he's not sure it suits him. Niall could be right too, the eyes do look a bit weird. Harry just wants to look his best tonight.

"I mean I guess we can make it work. You'd need a tan for sure. You look a bit pale," Niall jokes. Harry glances down at his pale skin. Niall's right. He looks like a ghost. That won't do.

"What about the outfit? I mean... does that need work too," Harry questions. He was quite proud of the outfit he had picked out, but now after seeing it on himself he isn't so sure. It just doesn't fit right. The shoulders aren't broad enough for the shirt and the pants are hugging the thighs in all the wrong places. It's a disaster.

"Yeah, I'm not really sure about this one Harry. Maybe we should start fresh," Niall suggests. Harry sighs, tugging a hand through his orange hair. He thought the hair would look nice on him.

Harry sighs, "I agree."

~_~_~

"Louis, this one looks great," Liam shouts. Louis pears around the corner to see what Liam is referring to.

The outfit is amazing. The mannequin wears it nice. The shirt is obviously made from something expensive and it seems to flow like silk down the mannequins white arms. The pants could use some work, Louis'll admit. He was never really a fan of black and white attire, to begin with. Louis would probably replace the black trousers with a dark maroon color.

"I like the top. It would look great on me," Louis admits. He can feel Liam's brown eyes look him up and down.

Being royalty had perks. One perk that Louis uses in his favor quite often is people. They practically throw themselves at Louis. Because Louis is royalty only the prettiest are thrown his way so he never has to worry about being seen with anyone mediocre.

"Would it look good with my crown though," Louis asks. Liam's brown eyes flick back to the outfit, considering the idea.

"I don't think it would be a bad look. Besides, after the markings are done I think you'd look drop-dead delicious," Liam purrs. Louis smiles.

Perfect.

~_~_~

"This doesn't fit right," Harry complains loudly. It doesn't feel right at all. His hair is better, he'll admit. It's brown and curly and so soft to the touch. The eyes are loads better too. They're green and sparkly. The prince will love them.

"You just don't like it because you've never had tattoos before. You look hot," Niall cheers. "The prince won't be able to keep his eyes off of you."

Harry smiles and he sees dimples appear in his cheeks. A nice touch. Harry hadn't even noticed them before. His outfit does look loads better in this than it did before. He didn't even need the tan now.

"You really look stunning, Harry. It doesn't get better than this. We did a good job picking this one out," Niall smiles. Harry looks in the mirror. Niall stands behind him, resting a dark hand on his shoulder.

For a moment, his eyes flash with worry and he hears someone screaming from within his own head.

"You okay," Niall asks, his eyebrows knitting together. Harry blinks rapidly and pulls a smile across his face.

"Never better."

~_~_~

"It suits you, my lord," Liam says as he gently places the crown on top of Louis' head. Louis glances at himself in the mirror and smiles devilishly. The crown starts as a crown before morphing into two horns on either side of his head. It's terribly heavy, but it must be worn for the knighting ceremony that takes place in half an hour.

"Thank you, Liam. I will join you when I'm ready. I must introduce myself to my guests," Louis purrs. Liam nods and exits the holding room with Louis following him closely behind.

The room is packed. That much is clear. People talk loudly and flirt amongst themselves. Louis nods at a few people as he walks by and winks at even more. Over the top of the other people's heads, Louis makes out six other pairs of horns. His siblings are here. The ceremony shall commence soon.

"Louis," Someone calls. Louis stops in his tracks and turns to face the voice. He's greeted by the guest of honor. He looks different from the last time they spoke, but then again most people do. It's the man's day so obviously he'll be wearing the best.

"Harry, it's nice to see you. You wear it nicely," Louis compliments. He doesn't even have to fake it. Harry really does look amazing. Louis wonders where he even managed to get that suit from. Louis' gone through nearly all of the suits before he got this one and that one never crossed him before.

"Thank you," He smoothes down the front of his chest and leans towards Louis. "This one is magnificent. I caught it myself actually. Between you and me I don't like the ones they offer. There's no fight. He's putting up quite a fight in here, but that's what makes it fun," Harry purrs.

Louis nods. His has never put up a fight. In fact, when Louis collected this suit he embraced death warmly.

~_~_~

Harry doesn't have any more time to spend with Louis before he's ushered to his seat while Louis is ushered to his own.

The seven princes of hell sit in a line at the front of the room, their horned crowns all matching. They only one Harry recognizes off the bat is Louis, but of course, that would be the case. Louis, or formerly known as Asmodeus, is the only prince that refuses to change his suit. It's not hard to tell who is who though by the way they sit.

Lucifer sits in the center of them all, in his usual seat. He always takes the center, his pride being too extensive for him to take any other seat. He sits the straightest of them all as well, high and mighty. He wouldn't let you forget who is truly in charge.

Leviathan sits next to him. In its true form, it's a whale, but obviously it prefers to stay in a suit. Leviathan sits and watches everyone walk by, eyeing their suits and how much better they may be in comparison to its own.

Mammon is next. They wear everything that Leviathan wants to. Golden clasps on top of golden clasps on top of the finest silks and threads that anyone has ever seen. Mammon is almost always one of the easiest to spot because they always dress in luxury.

On the outside is Belphegor. His chair sits farthest out from them all because of the fine layer of stink coating everything he touches. He slumps in his chair, nearing sleep.

On the other side of Lucifer sits Satan. His brow turned into an enteral scowl. Nobody dares to get on Satan's bad side. He is the scariest of the seven easily.

Between Satan and Asmodeus is Beelzebub. Harry knows that if it weren't for the suit, he wouldn't be able to sit in his chair.

Finally, Asmodeus sits on the outside. Harry figures he sits on the outside because he's the prettiest of them all and they didn't want anyone being distracted. He's worn the same suit for over fifty years and even started going by his suit's old name. Harry doesn't think he'd be able to stay in one suit that long. Hell, he went through two this morning.

~_~_~

Louis doesn't pay attention during the ceremony. It whizzes by in a flash. It's not like he has to do anything, to begin with. The only thing he was required to do was show up. Lucifer wouldn't let Louis run anything anyway.

At the end of the ceremony, Louis dashes out of his seat as soon as possible to try and catch Harry once more before he leaves. Now one of one hundred knights, Louis would be seeing Harry a lot more, but he wanted to convince Harry to join him before any of the other princes got to him.

"Harry, being knighted suits you," Louis cheers as he places a delicate hand on Hary's shoulder. Harry looks stronger now. Not that he wasn't before, but now he looks like he could command an army.

"Thank you, my lord. I wanted to speak to you about joining your ranks. I know that I'm not meant to decide for another decade, but I know what I want," Harry whispers, a small smile playing across his lips. Louis finds a smirk forming on his own mouth as Harry's words process. Harry wants to join Louis. Marvelous.

"That would be fantastic. I was just coming over here to persuade you. Good to know that we're on the same page. Do you have any questions for me," Louis asks. He stands straighter, unable to hide his momentary happiness.

"One, my lord, if you don't mind me asking," Harry starts. Louis shrugs.

"I am an open book."

"Alright. Well, I was curious as to why you keep the same suit. Nobody else ever keeps the same for as long as you have," Harry questions.

Of course, loads of people have asked Louis about his suit. Most of the time he says that it's a nice one that shouldn't go to waste, but he knows it's deeper than that. Honestly, he doesn't tell anyone because he fears what they'll say.

"The owner of the suit was named Louis Tomlinson. He had a mother who was on her death bed and two young siblings. He called upon me to make a deal. He wanted to give his life for his mother so that his siblings could know her. I informed him that his sister was to be taken the next day and if there was anything he'd like to be done with that either. We made a deal. I gave him fifteen years with his mother and sister before he served me. When he died, he didn't run or try to bargain more time. He was ready. His siblings were grown up and his mother was old. His sister had lived a full life. I felt bad for taking him from paradise, so I promised that I would keep him as my suit. That way he could sleep. It may not be peace but it surely isn't damnation either," Louis explains.

"That's... very kind of you," Harry whispers. Louis feels a blush tint his cheeks.

"Thank you."