The Other Exchange Student?!

I have to draw a lot of gold and metal for my work, but wasn't happy with any of the metal tutorials i could find around. I prefer really specific instruction, so after some research i put together what i think works as a generalist's guide/tutorial. Not perfectly accurate, but i hope it's helpful!

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ichor.

belphegor x gn reader

angst

​“I don’t trust you anymore, Belphegor.” Weak and broken. Resigned. A voice too tired to pretend. A voice too small to be pretend.

​You are so, so tired. Belphie can see it in your eyes (the bags underneath speak—no, scream volumes. Agony and anguish weigh down on your shoulders like the weight of Lilith’s limp body on his all those millennia ago. He wishes he could save you, but how can he dare when he was the one to have put you in this position?) and there is grief violently ripping and tearing into his heart hearing you so drained and defeated. The spark known as you has diminished and extinguished and Sloth knows he has no one to blame but himself.

“I’m sorry.” You add. An afterthought. A sick sense of amusement finds its way into him, presenting itself in the metallic tang on his tongue and the taste of bile in his throat. How ironic, that you are the one to apologize, after everything he has put you through.

​How ironic, that after everything he put you through, his anger at you outweighs his shame.

​“Are you serious? It’s been months since I…since that happened. I thought we moved past that, or are you still that hung up on the past?” He spits his words out with a nonchalant yet scathing venom, the shame in him burning but still not as hot as the angered entitlement he feels. He…did that, sure. But have his brothers not threatened and attempted the same? Yet because of his success he is punished. (He refuses to acknowledge the difference between failure and success in this case. He doesn’t think he can bear it if he does.) Did his immediate regret mean nothing to you? Has he not done enough? He wants the normalcy you have with the rest of his brothers. He wants what you had with him, before he was freed from the attic. The thought that he may never get that refuels his annoyance and suddenly any regret he feels over his confrontation is burnt to a crisp in the flames of distress.

​“I never thought you would be that petty, Bug.” A term of endearment weaponized against you and you cannot understand why you ever thought you could learn to love him.

(The youngest has always gotten his way, you belatedly realize. He will never apologize, not when his sins have always been forgiven without a second thought. The sentiment is bitter in your throat.)

​You are silent for a moment, unsure what to say, and for a moment Belphegor thinks you may finally understand. He thinks you might have started to see it his way.

​But then you laugh. You laugh and it is jagged, and sharp, and vile. It is broken and crackly and filled with all the things you could never say to his face. Mockery and resentment cloud the room and the worst part is you can’t tell who it’s coming from. Sloth’s brattiness has always been his trademark, and yet you begin to realize it’s one of the many things you cannot stand about him.

​“I’m sorry, is being upset over you killing me that unreasonable?” (He flinches, and a sick sense of satisfaction fills you.) You are raw and hurting and regret clouds the both of you. Him for his audacity and you for ever thinking of forgiving the man standing before you. “I apologize, my lord, but usually, for mere fucking humans like me, we only die once.” Your smile is sharp and predatory, and for once, Belphie feels like he is the prey.

​“Being brought back to life doesn’t change the fact that I died because of you, Sloth. I still remember you killing me. I still remember seeing my dead body. (Your voice cracks and so does his heart.) Sort of a mindfuck if you can try and understand.” (He knows you doubt him and his empathy from your tone alone and that stings in a place he didn’t think he could be hurt in anymore.) You are hot and flaming and burning to a crisp and like a moth to a flame, Sloth keeps flying to his doom.

​“You aren’t a regular human though, are you? After all, you came back. It’s annoying to see you so quick to blame me when my brothers have basically done the same.” His voice is calm, but his head is anything but. Voices in his mind scream for him to go further; to bite and tear until there is nothing left of you, yet his heart and soul plead and beg for him to get on his knees and pray for forgiveness. But when has anything good been done when he listened to himself? The last time he did (“let her love, Belphegor.”) he made the biggest mistake of his life. (The arrow pierces from her chest out through her wings and he realizes with horror that he was the one chosen to be saved instead. He was the one who had caused Lilith to bleed gold until ichor turned to inky tar and Lucifer had given up his freedom to give her another life away from them all.) And Belphie realizes he is scared because he can’t lose another one. He can’t lose another member of his family. He can’t lose you.

​But Belphegor’s always been one to speak first and think later and his words cut deep when he says, “Then again, if it weren’t for Lilith, you wouldn’t even be here, would you? So do you really belong here, or are you just a placeholder for someone you can’t even begin to replace?”

​There is silence, and then there is a stare, and Belphie feels like he’s losing Lilith all over again with the way life leaves your eyes.

​“I think you should go, Belphie.” Your voice is dull and empty and Belphie wishes that he never spoke. He wishes you were still looking at him with hatred and resentment because he feels like he’s killed you again and his breath is picking up and oh, Father, what did he do?

​“Bug, I-“

​“Leave, Belphegor.” You stare at the wall behind him as your pact activates. When he shuts the door behind him you slowly stumble over to your bed and sit down.

​Sloth always knew how to break you in the worst of ways, and from opposite sides of a wall, you both break down from the knowledge of it.

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Vicious

a/n: This ended up being so much longer than I expected?? Geez I hope it's actually good. This is 100% the first ever fanfic I've written and actually posted somewhere please be gentle. I've gone over this so many times to make sure it's decent that it now seems dumb to me lmao anywaaay I hope y'all enjoy! I might do a second part to this if people actually enjoy it? I also had a lot of inspiration listening to this while writing: Ripping Me Apart

Summary: MC lashes out at dinner one night over what happened in the attic; later has a confrontation with Belphegor himself.

Warnings/Tags: spoilers for lesson 16, mentions of death, murder, suffocation, cussing, mentions of dead body, pissed off MC, angst I guess? if i forgot anything let me know!

Word Count: 5.1k Those who asked to be tagged in this monstrosity: @yaboihack @hornehlittleweeblet2 @talesfrom0pheliaa @dee-zbignuts The Apologies: Beelzebub, Satan, Mammon Asmodeus, Leviathan

"What doesn't kill me makes me Vicious" ~Halestorm

Seven months had passed since your arrival to the Devildom, in that time you had learned to live with the demons around you and started to become friends with them even. It helped to have another human around, if that’s what you could call him, even if he was a little sketchy at times. The angels were also a nice addition, they helped you remember that not everyone was trying to eat you. However, in your short time here, you had tempted fate and escaped death more times than you would have liked but somehow you were still alive and managing to keep up with your class work. The one thing you seemed to have messed up was trying to reunite a family of demons. Saying it out loud you realized how dumb it sounded, but at the time you thought it was a good idea. You knew what it was like to have a family torn apart over something stupid, maybe that’s why you felt so bad when Beelzebub had told you about his twin. Maybe you were trying to fix their family the way you wished you could fix yours…or maybe you were just bored. Either way you had gone to the attic and opened Pandora’s box it seemed, and in the end you suffered more than you ever imagined you would.

It had been three weeks since Belphegor had been freed from his attic prison. Three weeks since he had rejoined his brothers in the house and at RAD. Three weeks since your death… you try not to think about that part too much. You keep your mind occupied during the day by focusing on your work, making sure you get to dinner on time, you even got a job just to keep busy. At night though it was difficult to keep the memories away, you do your best to distract yourself so you can fall asleep, putting headphones in and listening to music or leaving the TV on just to fill the silence. It wouldn’t be as bad if the six demons that you spent so much time with weren’t acting as if nothing happened. The brothers all seem to have moved on, they go about their days like normal, like they never gathered around your limp body and as if Mammon hadn’t held you in his arms while you took your last breath. You're not about to start a fight with seven demons, considering how the fight with one had gone, but you also are not about to forgive so quickly. Belphie has tried to cozy up to you as if he didn’t strangle you with his own hands, like he didn’t laugh at you while you gasped for air. You don’t want to upset the others by drastically rejecting him (you’re the one who freed him after all) so you gently brush him off, removing yourself from situations that would leave you two alone. You had walked him to class that first day when his brothers all ditched him but once you arrived at RAD you had darted off to your classroom. You want to forgive him, you really do, that’s just who you are as a person. You consider seeing a therapist because you're pretty sure this counts as some kind of horrible trauma disorder but regardless, part of you wants to try and see the good in him. Nothing about the other six brothers behavior sits well with you though. Why are they all so casually ignoring the fact that the youngest had killed you only weeks prior?? Three of them had become very close friends to you, you spent most of your free time with them goofing off and getting into trouble. The other three you weren’t as close with but two had liked you enough to make pacts with you so why were they all so quick to forget the murder that happened?

You try to ignore it, to suck it up and keep your thoughts to yourself. “Only a few months left and then I go home” you try to tell yourself. But then it happened. The dinner where everything came to a head. It had been a pretty normal day, you were a little annoyed at the grade you received on a pop quiz but other than that everything was okay. The brothers were all happily discussing their days and that was fine, but then one of them made a mistake.

“Look at how well we’re all getting along! And it’s all thanks to MC!” and another had responded

“Yeah, we used to try and kill each other at every meal!”

That was it, the last straw. Maybe that quiz pissed you off more than you thought, or maybe you had just been holding back this anger for too long. Before you knew it you were laughing hysterically, eyes starting to water, face turning red. The room was silent aside from your laughter and all eyes were on you now, while you wanted to feel embarrassed by your own sudden outburst, the rage you felt was far stronger. You kept your eyes on your plate and could feel your fists clenching, your laughter dying off but the tears still trying to form in your eyes, you always hated being an angry crier.

“MC…. a-are you alright?”

Your head was spinning at this point, unaware of which brother was asking that absurd question, it could’ve been Levi or it could’ve been Asmo. At this point you didn’t care, the fire inside you was now blazing through your lungs and down into your stomach. You’d done so well to keep your composure down here, trying to not upset Lucifer by “disgracing him or Diavolo”, trying to behave and be the good and well put together human they thought you were. Fuck that.

“Alright? Am I alright?” You raised your head to finally meet the seven sets of eyes all watching you. “Did you seriously just ask…IF I WAS ALRIGHT??” Your voice was much higher pitched than you had anticipated at the end but at this point that was the least of your concerns.

“MC, darling- “

“Don’t ‘darling’ me!” They want to know how you feel? Fine, here comes seven months of built-up rage. “I was literally KILLED three weeks ago! And you wanna know if I’m alright think about that for a minute!” You felt the air in the room change, five demons now looking anywhere except at you. “I’ve been trying my best to keep up with my studies down here so I don’t disappoint Lord Diavolo or the exchange program while simultaneously playing family therapist for seven demons! AND YOU WANT TO KNOW IF I’M ALRIGHT!” You were standing now; your chair had flown back without you noticing.

“MC there’s no need to raise your voice nor is there need for this discussion during din-”

“YES THERE IS!” You snapped your head to stare down the first born. The fear you had felt that night in the catacombs when you shielded Luke and Beel was gone. The catacombs… that was the first time Lucifer had nearly killed you. You were protecting his younger brother and yet he had rushed you in his demon form and accused you of trying to bring harm to his family. You saw the shock in his face, not only had you dared to talk back, but you had also yelled at him. You could tell he was about to start arguing with you again. That’s not happening, not tonight.

“Since my first day here you’ve drilled into my head that if I ever brought harm to your brothers, if I ever went against you or Diavolo, or if I ever brought shame to the exchange program, you’d show me no mercy! So I’ve busted my ass to do well in my classes! I’ve attended every little event Diavolo has thrown, I’ve jumped through every hoop you and Diavolo have held up to me! I did my best to get along with your brothers and help them with their problems! Yet I guess that wasn’t good enough since you tried to kill me yourself three different times! You claim to be such a powerful demon and you act like the three worlds revolve around this exchange program SO WHERE WERE YOU WHEN BELPHEGOR HAD HIS HANDS AROUND YOUR PRECIOUS EXCHANGE STUDENTS THROAT AND THEY WERE LOSING AIR?!”

Lucifer winced at your words. How dare you speak to him like that, who did you think you were acting like this in front of his brothers? He wanted to retaliate, to put you in your place and make you remember who were talking to. But you were right, he had done all those things and more. Just when he thought you had shattered his pride as much as a human could, you started in again.

“WHERE WERE ANY OF YOU?” You whipped your head around to look at the rest, all of them avoiding your gaze. “You expect me to believe NONE of you heard the noise coming from the attic? That none of you HEARD ME SCREAMING?” you watched Beel tense up as your voice got louder. You had never yelled like this before; you’d never been angry like this with them. Part of you felt bad for Beelzebub, all he wanted was for his family to be whole again and for you to be a part of it…then you remembered how he almost killed you over a pudding and destroyed your bedroom in the process. You looked over at Asmo, Levi and Satan, all three looking at the floor trying their best to not make eye contact. Leviathan was on the verge of tears, his face a deep red and he started to sink lower into his chair, Asmodeus was picking at the sleeve of his sweater and biting his lip, Satan looked the most uncomfortable out of all the brothers, most likely trying his best to not turn into his demon form thanks to the rage you were giving off. You hadn’t noticed until now but you could feel his pact on you burning, the heat from it only made you angrier. You had made pacts with all but one by this point, five of them when the incident happened, yet none of them had been there to protect you. Protect you. You looked over to Mammon and quickly wished you hadn’t. The second born had one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other covering his mouth to muffle his sobs. His eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, you could see him lightly shaking. You wanted so desperately to be angry with him as well but the best you could come up with was how rude he had been your first few weeks here and the fact that he too had dismissed Belphie’s actions. In all honesty he had been the nicest to you during your stay, you’d spent so much time together, he always made sure to include you in anything going on in the house. So why had he been so quick to forgive Belphie? That’s when the image came back to you, the one you had tried so desperately to forget, the one with your dying body. Walking in and seeing yourself beaten and bruised, laying in his arms. Oh god his arms! Mammon had been the one holding your broken body, tears running down his face as he caressed yours, trying so desperately to get you to stay with him. He had been the one to hold you as you took your final breath. That was why Mammon had dismissed it, he was trying to forget just like you were. The rage was growing again, this time with more ammo.

“You know what else pisses me off? The fact that all of you talk down and belittle Mammon and yet HE WAS THE ONE TO HOLD MY DYING BODY! You all act like he’s some heartless scumbag but he was the one who had to feel me actually die! I don’t want to hear any of you call him a scumbag ever again do you understand?” You knew you were getting off track, this was a speech for a different time and yet you received nods from all five brothers in your line of sight. At least they were listening, and all seemed ashamed, well…all but one. You could see him from the corner of your eye, you’d been avoiding him up until this point simply because that was how you’d spent the last three weeks, but now you could see him with that stupid smirk on his face. Was he enjoying his brothers misery? Or was he proud of what he had put you through? It didn’t matter, you had enough anger built up and you were ready to let it explode.

“You think this is funny? Is this all just some sick joke to you? Do you know how hurt Beelzebub was thinking you were off in the human world unhappy and against your will? You think you have all humans figured out, don’t you? We’re all just dumb little play toys for you, aren’t we? You don’t know a damn thing about me. I spent seven months getting to know your brothers and helping them reconnect and solve their problems! I felt bad for you being locked up there away from your family! I thought it was unfair that Lucifer would lock you away and then lie to your brothers! I wanted to help you! I TRUSTED YOU!” The smirk on Belphie’s face disappeared the moment you started in on him, replaced by a look of discomfort and embarrassment. Good, you wanted him to be hurt.

“And as a thank you for all that I did,” you put your hands on the table and leaned in towards him “you decided to put your hands around my throat and suffocate me until I blacked out. You dragged my body down from the attic and presented your kill like a proud hunting dog to your brothers that I’d spent months helping.” Your eyes narrowed and you clenched your fists once more, “Then you gave me the saddest excuse for an apology I’ve ever heard and immediately expected me to forgive you and suddenly act like we’ve been friends for years? No, absolutely not. Do you know why I made a pact with you so quickly after what happened? It wasn’t because I forgave you, it was so I could stop you if you ever tried to KILL ME AGAIN!” Belphie jumped at that last part, any joy he got from listening to you rip into his brothers had been smashed as you made him face the truth of his actions. You felt yourself shaking, the hot wet tears on your cheeks, your jaw clenched shut. You wanted to throw something, to break everything in the room, to scream at the top of your lungs in frustration. But you knew you had said enough, you were sure you’d be lectured by Lucifer later when he found the nerve, so you straightened up and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and prepared to swallow your pride, something Lucifer could learn to do himself.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You turned sharply and headed straight to your room; you had considered saying sorry but quickly got over it. As soon as they heard your bedroom door shut, the brothers all took off to their own rooms, all but Lucifer who stayed at the table reviewing what had just happened in his mind. He let out a deep sigh and then placed his head in his hands, elbows propped up on the table, so much for the nice family dinner.

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While the others had all returned to their respective rooms, Belphegor had retreated to the attic, too ashamed to face his twin right now. He felt some comfort up there, away from the others and alone with his thoughts. Then his thoughts turned against him. He tried desperately to ignore them, tossing and turning on the bed, trying to just fall asleep and forget the entire evening but your words were echoing in his head “as thanks for all that I did” he squeezed his eyes shut. No, don’t do it. “You put your hands around my throat!” an image flashed in Belphie’s mind. Stop, please just let it go away. Belphie opened his eyes in hopes to make it all stop but instead it only intensified. In some cruel irony he had opened his eyes to face the exact spot it happened, and he could remember it all so vividly. You had begged and pleaded for him to stop but he kept going, taking every last ounce of oxygen you had. He remembered how it felt as you fought against his grip, you had kicked and clawed at him; he still had scratch marks on his arms that he kept covered. You had used all the strength you had left to fight back. And then you had gone limp.

“STOP IT!” Shocked by his own voice, Belphie covered his mouth. What had he done? You had been so genuine in your quest to free him, you had been nice to him from the very beginning, and he went and did that to you. He suddenly felt sick. Sitting up on the edge of the bed and gripping the sheets as if they’d save him from the guilt that was consuming him, Belphie now faced the door to his room. He remembered your first encounter, how you had seemed so concerned about his state of being and when you asked about his identity he lied. He remembered how you had come back after putting the pieces together and asked him why he had lied, and he told you about his fall out with Lucifer, and then lied some more to you. You put yourself through so much for him, for his brothers, for a bunch of demons who couldn’t solve their own problems, and all he had done up until now was lie to you. He had wanted to hate you so badly for no reason other than being human, he could remember the minute he had started putting his plan together and how he had felt knowing you would never be the wiser. But you kept coming back and it started getting harder to hate you. Every visit you would talk to him like he was an equal, unlike when Lucifer came by and spoke to him like a caged animal, and with every visit he became more frustrated and confused. You were just some human, part of the reason that they had lost Lilith, so why was it becoming harder to hate you? He could remember laying in bed staring at the attic ceiling, wondering what you were doing and what it was like to hang out with you. Did his brothers feel this way? Is that why three of them had formed pacts with you so easily? By the time he was freed his mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, he hated the fact that it was no longer easy to be angry at you, he hated that you were so trusting, he hated Lucifer for putting him in that musty old room to start with. Before he knew it his hands were around your throat, everything during the moment felt like a blur, but now after being three weeks free and after watching you viciously tear into him and his brothers, remembering that moment happened in slow motion. Every noise you made seemed deafening and it was like he could feel your pulse dropping in his hands again. Then even after all of that, you had been the one to wait around and walk him to RAD his first day back and had been helping him repair his relationships with his brothers. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew his brothers had been avoiding him for good reason, he knew he fucked up, but he never expected you to be the only one to show him a sliver of kindness after what he did. At some point Belphie had slid off the bed, now he was kneeling on the floor fighting back tears, his throat felt tight and his body was starting to tremble. He had to fix this. ************************************************************************

Four hours had passed since your little outburst, yet you found yourself still riding the adrenaline high. Sleeping was pointless while you were this wound up so you had started reorganizing your room, not that it was helping you clear your mind. You were thrilled you had finally given them a piece of your mind, but you also knew now began the hardest part. You didn’t want to sever your ties with them, you enjoyed laughing and hanging out with the brothers, but you needed them to understand that dismissing what happened was NOT going to work. You started to wonder who the first to approach you would be, how long would it take before they looked at you without guilt covering their faces? You’d probably have to bully your way into Levi’s room in order to repair things with him. That was fine, he could wait, after all he also made an attempt on your life over a stupid contest. You were lost in your own thoughts but suddenly pulled back to reality when you heard a small noise outside your door. Walking closer you could make out the sound of someone quietly crying, you felt a sting in your chest and checked the time. Midnight, that meant it was either Beelzebub who had wandered over after getting his late-night snack or Mammon who would probably stay outside your room all night and then pretend he had just showed up when you came out for breakfast the next morning. You weighed your options and then decided, might as well start fixing things now since sleep was still evading you. You opened the door and prepared yourself for the sad puppy eyes of the second or sixth born but felt anxious when you discovered it was neither. Instead, standing outside your door with his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants, was Belphie. He kept his head low and turned away from you, but you could still see his bloodshot eyes and the semi dried tear stains on his cheek, it was painfully obvious he had been crying much harder than he was now at some point.

“Do you need something?” your voice flat as you looked him up and down. He was in pajamas so he clearly had not planned on showing up here to pull something, but you kept your guard up.

“Can we talk?” his voice was barely audible and gave hints that he was on the verge of breaking. You shifted your weight as you stood in the doorway and thought about the question. While it sounded like some cheesy line from a bad sitcom and you thought about how fun it would be to slam the door in his face while he looked like a kicked puppy, you also considered how entertaining this might become. He came to your room to talk about something, and you wanted to find out what, but more importantly you wanted to see just how far you could push him in this state.

“Fine.” You moved out of the doorway and waited for him to enter; you could see him hesitate before doing so. It wasn’t until he stopped between your bed and the couch you had bought recently that you realized this was the first time he had actually been inside your room, he had stood out in the hall with Beel a few times when collecting you for dinner, but you had never invited him in. You watched as his eyes scanned your room and then landed on you, his form stiffening as he made eye contact.

“What do you want Belphie.” He shifted his gaze and whispered something in response.

“You’ll have to speak at a real volume, us humans don’t have the superior hearing you demon have I’m sure.” You were getting agitated again, it was late and he was wasting your time.

“I-I wanted to say…”

“Say what?”

“I’m trying to say…”

“Not trying very hard apparently!”

“Please just let me-“

“Let you what? Come up with some half assed apology again? Tell me another lie? Fool me enough to let my guard down so you can try and kill me again?? What do you want Belphegor? I’m not standing here all night while you waste my time SPIT IT OUT!”

“I’M SORRY ALRIGHT! I KNOW YOU DON’T CARE BUT I’M SORRY!”

You did it, without even trying you had pushed him over the edge. You watched him begin to fall apart, fat tears pouring from his eyes, his body starting to shake violently as he sobbed, you let him have his little breakdown.

“You didn’t d-deserve what I did! Y-you only wanted to h-help me and my brothers! I’m sorry! For every horrible thing I said and for putting you through that!”

You had to admit he was putting on one hell of a performance, you almost felt pity for him…almost.

“Can you ever forgive me for what I did?” his voice cracked this time.

Oh? So that’s his little goal, he came down here seeking forgiveness? He wants to put on a show in hopes that you’ll forgive him for his actions. At least this performance was better than that sorry excuse of an apology he had given you in front of the others. But why now? He had literally murdered you three weeks ago and was furious when you appeared before his brothers as they gathered around your corpse, it wasn’t until Diavolo had told them about…Lilith… that’s what this was about.

“Why should I? So you can feel better about yourself? So your dead sister won’t hate you? That’s what this is all for right? So you won’t look bad in Lilith’s eyes?”

“N-no it has nothing to do with- “

“LIAR! You couldn’t care less about what I think, you said it yourself, I’m just some stupid human! This little show is all for HER! Well guess what? I’m. Not. LILITH!” You felt your anger come flooding back to you, your dead ancestor or whatever she was to you was the whole reason any of this was happening in the first place. The more you thought about her, about your entire situation down here, the more you could feel the fire inside you growing. Satan’s pact burning on your skin once more, the fear you once had was long dead, all you felt was a burning rage. You thought that by now, after all you had been through, your fight or flight instinct would autopilot to flight in the face of conflict, but in this moment your entire body was choosing fight. You had lost the first fight against Belphegor because he caught you off guard, but this time you were ready and even if he killed you again you were gonna make sure you left your mark. As mad as you were you also knew better than to start screaming again, that would only bring more of them to your room and right now you had the only demon you needed in your sights. Maybe you were just a little plaything to them, nothing more than an amusing pet, but they screwed up. Six of them made pacts with you, and the human with their pact mark controls said demon, right? You planned to find out soon enough. You started ripping into Belphie again, telling him off once more, reminding him exactly how it felt to die and then to see your dead body, without thinking you had started taking steps towards him and for every step you took forward he took one back. You could see the fear behind his eyes, tears still rolling down his cheeks and body continuing to shake. All these things were feeding something inside you, the arrogant demon who had stolen a part of you was now trembling in front of you for whatever reason. Before you knew it you had him trapped, his back pressed against the wall, Belphie was out of steps to take but you continued forward leaving a very small space between you.

“Admit that this is all for her. Admit that you don’t care about what I think of you!”

“It isn’t! Why won’t you believe me?”

He didn’t need an answer to that, and you knew it, so instead you decided to give into his little act.

“You want my forgiveness?”, you leaned in and your voice deepened “Then beg for it!”

You were almost positive you hadn’t used your pact on him, but you had to think hard on it with how quickly Belphegor dropped to his knees and began sobbing in desperation. He was begging and pleading for your forgiveness, his crying became more violent, the tears fell quickly off his face with a few trailing down his neck occasionally, his voice cracking with every plea. You knew this kind of crying all too well, the kind of cry you let out after a major heartbreak or betrayal; after all you had been in this same position yourself after the incident, the only difference being your face had been pressed into a pillow to quiet the screams and sobs. Nobody would fake this kind of crying, why would they want to? It was far too draining and always left you with a headache afterwards, which meant Belphie actually was trying to apologize. This time you did feel sorry for him, sorry that he had exposed this side of him to you. Now you knew he could be broken, you knew you had the power to bring him to his knees even without the pact. He had called you a ‘weak and pathetic human’ back then but who was the weak, pathetic bitch now?

“I-I’ll do whatever i-it takes to make this up to y-you, I-I’ll do anythi-ing!” He was gasping for air with every word it seemed, truly a pitiful thing to watch. You suddenly got an awful and twisted idea as you tilted your head slightly, you felt a small smile crawl onto your face and you softened your eyes.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I know you will”, you leaned down so that your upper half was looming over his still trembling body. You took his face in your right hand, thumb wiping away tears on one cheek and your fingers pressing gently into the other, you made sure his eyes were locked on yours. “I’ll make sure of that.”

He wanted to make it up to you so badly? He wanted to be your friend? To be as close to you as his brothers were? Fine. But you were going to make him work for it and you’d make sure he worked hard for it too. He’d soon learn who he belonged to. After all, he had wanted the pact between you two, he had asked you to make him yours, so that's exactly what you would do.

“Do you understand?” Your voice was stern and your gaze showed no mercy. Belphie’s voice was shaky and his bottom lip started to quiver but he nodded quickly.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” you tightened your grip on his face slightly.

“Yes, M-master.”

"I wish you tried to save me..."

MC makes a dark wish during the Yokai event

TW: Mentions of death, Strong language. Also if you're a Belphie stan, it's better you don't read this.

There was a deadly silence around you except distant echoes of the yokais parading far away. You looked away from the wishing lantern with a nonchalant smile.

"Well then let's go. There's much more to see."

You skipped ahead as if you hadn't said the wish out loud. As if you hadn't ripped open your deepest wound and let your blood drown them whole.

You looked at their aghast faces and made no acknowledgement. They could forget this - just like they forgot that night that haunts you to this day.

Except Luke of course. You made sure to keep the wish as vague as possible so he wouldn't understand. And he didn't.

"Is this about the time you got detention for texting Solomon and Me during Devildom Law class?" Luke chuckled.

You smiled and nodded and held out your hand.

"Let's to get some snacks and sit under the cherry blossom trees there. Sounds okay?"

Luke took your hand and skipped ahead. "What happened to the rest of you? Why do you all look so... scared?" He frowned.

You nudged him forward. "Maybe they are still spooked from that cursed cave we visited. Let's give them some time to recover okay? They know where to find us."

You leaned against the tree and sighed in relief. Seeing their guilt-ridden faces brought about some sort of vindication. And being around Luke made you feel much calmer.

"I'll bring some candy apples for us MC!" Luke said, before scampering off.

And moments after, someone else appeared. "MC..." He called out, stepping out of the shadows of the tree.

Lucifer

He didn't sit next to you. He kneeled in front of you. His eyes never looked this apologetic before. You wondered how the Avatar of Pride could ever make such a face.

"I owe you an apology, MC. Perhaps it's long overdue."

"It's alright, Lucifer. I made my peace with it."

You looked away and breathed deeply. He hated it. All of this time, he believed your pretense like a fool. Of course you were hurting. Who wouldn't?

"You must still allow me to apologize-"

"Would you still be apologizing..." You looked directly at him. "...if I had no connection with Lilith?"

Lucifer visibly faltered. That cold look in your eyes, he recognised it. You had never forgiven him in the first place.

"MC, I'm sure by now, you know we care about you for you."

"Sure if you say so. If you've nothing else to say would you sit by me instead of kneeling like that please? Thank you."

He paused for a while. The silence was filled with cicadas humming nearby and the distant music of the parade.

"I loved you even when I forgot Lilith. The day I forgot everyone - my head screamed to trust you. In fact I wanted you to chose to turn that dagger at me that night."

"You tried to kill me thrice, Lucifer."

"I regret all the hurt I've given you. It was only done as caution to protect my brothers - I will apologise for it for as long as you wish it."

You turned to him suprised. "Since when are you so comfortable with apologies? Have you lost your Pride?"

"With you, I have none." He took your hand and intertwined his fingers. "I could not be more grateful for you. Please, let me repent for my mistakes."

"...I can't make any promises." You looked away. You hadn't expected this from him. He listened diligently, shifting closer until your knees touched.

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Mammon

He sat down promptly, with his body turned towards you. His pressed his hands into fists so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

"Why are you so tense, Mammon? Loosen up, you'll hurt your palms."

He blushed as you took his hands and loosened up his fingers. His nails left imprints on the inside.

"I did try." His voice grew heavy in his throat.

"...hm?"

"I tried...to save you." He looked like he was doing his best not lose his mind. "I held you, tried to shake you, kept calling out your name - but your body..."

At this point, he took your hands and enclosed them within his own.

"Your body wasn't warm like this. You had turned so cold...and then your head fell onto one side ...and I saw the gashes Belphie left on your neck..."

"Mammon..."

His hand went up on instinct. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of your neck, no traces of the wounds inflicted. He heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, MC..."

"...."

"I was supposed to protect ya! I know I was! And I failed in the worst way possible! And I know I don't even deserve to be near ya like this and-"

"Mammon! Hush!"

You ran fingers through his hair till his breathing was normal again. But now his eyes were teary. He leaned forward, putting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry MC...I'm so sorry..."

"I was just upset you never acknowledged it." You smoothened the hairs on his neck. "Thank you for telling me all this."

"You came back alive moments after you died- We didn't - I didn't know you still- I'm sorry..."

"...thank you...for holding me in my last moments, Mammon." You ruffled his hair and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. And you let him.

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Leviathan

He didn't sit down. He stumbled and stood before you, trembling all over. You sighed. You almost felt sorry.

"Levi... you're shaking." You stared at him and he dropped on his knees and bowed headfirst into the ground.

It was whimpers first. Then it turned into loud cries. He was screaming muffled apologies into the ground over and over again.

"Are you cold?"

His body jerked up at your question. His face was flushed red, cheeks glistening with endless tears.

"I'm sorry... MC...I'm sorry... I'm sorry...MC" He chanted over and over again, like a desperate prayer.

"Calm yourself, Levi. Breathe first." You patted on his back until he stopped hyperventilating.

"I was the first...the first to attack you, wasn't I? You must have been terrified ever since...Damnit I was so stupid! I'm still so stupid!"

He banged his fists against his head but you stopped him.

"And I froze when I saw you lying there- I never thought Belphie could ever do such a thing!"

You sighed and looked away at the distant lights. "And there I thought you were my best friend...I couldn't have been more wrong."

Levi's breath hitched in his throat. He hung his head, his eyes burning with tears. You heard him whimper, you did nothing.

"I'll do better, MC!" He finally lifted his head as he wailed. Bowing to the ground and kneeling his head. "I'll be a better best friend, I swear! Please don't shut me off anymore!"

"Get up and wipe those tears first. You're ruining your costume." You reached out to him. He crashed into your lap still whimpering.

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Satan

He sat in front of you, legs folded, shoulders hunched. He struggled to meet your gaze. It was rare to see Satan this nervous and unsure of himself.

"I...I don't know where to start, MC..." He started.

"It's rare for you not to know something. I'm suprised." You let out a bitter chuckle.

"If you wouldn't mind, MC...could I ask you something?" He inched closer.

"If it's about how much I remember... well, I remember everything." You smiled.

"...."

"I remember losing conciousness, the throbbing pain on my neck, the way you and everyone else just stared as I struggled to breathe a little more and I.."

You choked up. You didn't realise how much pain you'd been holding inside until you talked about it.

"And I remember thinking like a fool, that you'd save me. Afterall you're the only one who didn't project Lilith's image onto me."

Satan's lower lip trembled at the tears falling down your face. He could almost feel everything that happened to you. The pain, the betrayal...how did you pretend all this time...

"Oh MC, I- how can I ever make it up to you...?" He reached out to touch you, feeling the wetness on your cheek.

You brushed his hand away. "If only you asked me this two years ago."

"If I could turn back time MC, I'd never let you meet Belphie alone. I wouldn't let him touch you. I'd rip his hand off you if he dared to." Satan sounded dead serious.

"You'd turn against your own brother..." Your eyes widened. "... for a mere human like me?"

"You're no mere human to me! You saved all of us. You saved me, MC...you kept saving me, over and over. You know me better my own brothers do. You deserve to be saved more than any of us."

He held your hands and buried his face in them. He looked desperate.

"Then remember to save me next time." You gave him a half smile before leaning on his shoulder. He stroked your hair and nodded.

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Asmodeus

He already had mascara running down his eyes when arrived. He dropped to the grass, bawling his eyes out like there was no tomorrow.

"Funny, that's how I used to cry at night too." You fished out a handkerchief for him. "Only I knew to how to do it quietly."

"M-MC..." He sniffled as he took it off your hands.

"You wanted to rip my heart out didn't you? To see if I was deceiving you?" You lay your hands by your side, keeping yourself wide open. "Go ahead, Asmo. You're free to do it now."

"MC! No! I could never! Stop that please!" He grabbed you by the hands, pleading.

"You can watch me die but can't do it yourself... why is that, Asmo?" You smiled up at him. "Or maybe I'm being too harsh on you. You never raised a hand on me, did you?"

Asmo shook his head violently. The elaborate ornaments came loose and tilted at odd angles. But he didn't seem to care.

"You're making a mess of yourself, Asmo. Stay still." You said, making him sit while you fixed his hair.

"We're all a mess. We've been a mess ever since we fell from the Celestial Realm...or maybe it started while we were there..." Asmo spoke through strained breaths.

You remained silent. When was the last time Asmo was this vulnerable? Without being drunk off Demonus?

"But you came along...it no longer felt like a mess. You fixed us..." He looked at you with his gleaming eyes. Wonder turned into hurt and then into guilt. He lowered his eyes.

"But we...we made a mess of you instead..." Asmo's voice broke again. "Please...please forgive us...forgive me, MC..."

You went back to quietly fixing his hair. Asmo looked up at you - your eyes softening at the corners. He wrapped his arms around your waist and sobbed into your chest.

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Beelzebub

He stood rigid and unmoving even as if you beckoned to him. He blinked excessively and opened and closed his fists as if to calm himself down.

He opened his mouth finally. "MC, I-"

"If you're here to apologise for Belphie...please don't bother, Beel." You stood up and dusted yourself off. "He may be your twin but you're not responsible for his actions."

"No I'm...Im only here to apologise for my own actions. I failed you, MC." His eyes turned glassy in seconds. "Just like I failed her."

"Well since Lilith and I are practically the same person to your lot, isn't it fitting that I share the same fate as her? And to think, I only wanted to rescue Belphie because you missed him so much."

You let out a dry chuckle and pretended to play with a cherry blossom.

Beel fell to the grass on his knees. "You...you did that for me..?" His eyes were overflowing now. Silently but surely.

You walked towards him and bent down to his level. "Don't worry. She never blamed you. And neither do I."

"MC... you're really kind." He hugged you without warning. His big arms wrapping around you, hoisting you up slightly as he breathed deeply.

"I'm not kind, Beel. I'm nothing like what you think of me. But perhaps out of everyone else, I would find it easier to forgive you can't help but love that wretched twin of yours."

His arms loosened as you expected. You smiled and pulled away. The horror in his eyes almost broke your heart but you braved on.

"I held my silence for your sake Beel. And I promise you I have no intention of hurting anyone. But I cannot ever trust Belphie again. I hope you understand."

After what seemed like hours of silence, he finally nodded. You held out your hand. He took it.

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Belphegor

You stood up even before he could walk closer. No even after all these years, you couldn't be alone with him without your stomach turning in disgust.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, MC. My brothers and the others are close by." Belphie said, sitting down where you were seconds ago.

With eyelids drooping in sleep and that ridiculous costume you might have considered cute in some other timeline - he hardly looked like something to be afraid of.

"Why are you here, Belphie?"

"It was my fault that night. So please, don't hold my brothers accountable for it." He said curtly. Your blood boiled within your veins.

"Was I ever unkind to you, Belphie?" You managed to say. "Did I stray from any requests you made of me, when you were locked in?"

"No. No you didn't." He looked at you with puzzled eyes.

"Did I ever try to hurt any of your precious brothers? Did I do anything to harm your family?" You prodded on.

"No you didn't." Something about your rising tone made him lower his.

"Did I look happy when the attic door opened? Was I smiling like an idiot when I came and hugged you for the first time?"

"...Yes." He was curling himself up in a ball.

"Then why..." You walked forward until he had to arch his neck fully to see your face, "...why did you do this to me?"

"MC I'm-"

"No shut up. I'm not done." That was a command. He felt his mouth snap shut on its own.

"I know why noone saved me that night." You picked up a cherry blossom branch lying on the ground and tossed it to him. He caught it clumsily.

"It's because everyone here is your family. You killed me in a place where I had noone. You made sure of it. You killed me never caring that I too had a life out in the human world." You said bitterly.

Belphie's eyes went wide at the accusation. But he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Oh and you said your brothers are nearby? So I don't have to be afraid?! Don't fuck with me. They're here to protect you from me, now that you've made a pact with me."

Belphie made mumbling noises. As loud as you can make when your lips are sealed shut, clawing at his own mouth to open it up.

"And after all that - what was the first thing you said to me? Ah yes, 'I'm sorry...Lilith.' Not me, not the human you actually killed. Like I didn't exist. You took everything from me and then treated me like a Lilith substitute since then to NOW, you bitch."

Belphie stopped struggling. He stared at you in despair and horror, not knowing what to say or do anymore. His fingers twitched in fear. He could have never known this side of you existed.

"You thought I forgave you didn't you? I'm the nice human who didn't care about their death just cause you didn't want to own up to what you did! Isn't it?!"

Belphie's mouth finally fell open. But now he had no idea what to say.

"And being the fucking baby that you are - everyone did what YOU wanted while I cried myself to sleep every fucking night, wondering how many more days I'll have to stuck with you deceitful lot. Do you have ANYTHING to say in your defense?"

"The pact...my pact was my apology." He said. "To make sure I never hurt you in any way again."

You blinked several times trying to register his answer. It was so absurd. You started cackling like a cartoon witch in a Halloween special.

"You really think you did something there? Your big mic drop was it? Am I supposed to be grateful and drop to your feet sire? Ahahahhahah!"

"If you were really this upset, why not tell us this before? If this is how you truly felt about us why did you pretend for so long?! Do you know how it feels to be blindsided like this- "

Belphie stopped midway, suddenly knowing answer to his own question. You smiled menancingly before walking away.

"Deception isn't so fun when you're on the receiving end, isn't it Belphie? You're not so different from a dumb human afterall."

YESSS TRUE​ FINALLY!!

Solomon: As a human--

Lucifer: *scoffs* Human?

Mammon: I don't think you count as a human anymore, dude.

MC: Stop!

Satan: Huh?

MC: Stop saying Sol isn't human. 😑

Asmo: Hun, come on. He's an incredibly powerful sorcerer who's immortal and has 72 demons under his control--

MC: My ancestor was a fallen angel.

Belphie: How does that--

MC: When I went to the Celestial Realm in the past you guys couldn't tell that I wasn't an angel. And when I went back in time in the Devildom you idiots didn't even consider the fact that I could've not been a demon.

Levi: Uh--

MC: Whenever we get in some sort of trouble and end up cursed or hit a weird spell it rarely ever affects me even though the magic works on everyone else: demon, human, or angel.

Mammon: Okay, that's a good point but--

MC: When I first got here Lou put a spell in the attic so a human wouldn't be able to see Belphie even if they got up there. I went to the attic and I was still able to see him.

Everyone: ...

MC: 😑

MC: If you wanna dismiss Sol's humanity because he's "unusual" compared to the average human, you'll have to dismiss mine too.

Beel: I think MC is right here...

MC: Thank you, BB.

MC: Now c'mon Old Magic Man, let's go. *grabs Sol and leaves*

Everyone: ...

Satan: ...MC has really become rather protective over Solomon ever since they came back, huh?

Lucifer: Yes, they have...

Mammon: I don't like that.

Asmo: Well, I think it's sweet.

Levi: Guys, I think we're focusing on the wrong thing here--

Can we stop comparing Sylus to these psycho booktok men? Please?

Zade: I chopped off the hands of the man who touched my girl and set them on her front doorstep

Sylus: That’s absolutely horrifying why would you scare her like that

Aero: I rubbed my nut on her lips and made her kiss my brother

Sylus: That’s deranged and outta pocket seek professional help

Sylus is a TEDDY BEAR for MC he would never scare her with severed body parts or subject her to deranged antics to feed his own dark & twisted pleasure. He wouldn’t murder any man that looks at her. He’s the epitome of “my girl can wear what she wants because I can fight” and he’s secure in himself.

Have you listened to him take care of MC on her period? A sweetie pie fr.

He’s ready for her WHEN SHE’S READY. He is patient and straightforward with his intentions. He never forced her to be with him. The only thing he forced was trying to resonate with her.

Did he watch us from afar? Yes. Is he rough? Yes. Would he kill for you? Absolutely. Would he ever shove his blicky up your kitty? FAWK NO.

Don’t compare my man to those stalker dark romance book men they’re completely different. & this is coming from someone who is an avid dark romance reader.

(I also read other genres don’t get crazy)

HAHAHAHAHA​ HE​ WOULD​ DO​ THIS!

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