If I'm writing again everyone has to suffer. Have this lil think i thought of while high as balls last night uwu if u guys who see it like it ill make a fanfic or smthn.
anyway here's a belphie x reader teehee
warnings: death mention, not really detailed but MC death, lesson 16 spoilers, i think there's a few curse words? anything else that needs tagged PLEASe tell me i literally wrote this without even thinking i
For longer than he could ever remember, Belphegor knew that he had hated humans. The very thought of the species as a whole brought about an insufferable anger, one that consumed his very being and wrung itself into every waking moment of his life. How dare such a fragile species, one that was thousands of times weaker than him in every single aspect he could conjure up in his mind, take away his beloved family? How dare they be the reason for his downfall? For thousands of years he had longed for nothing more than the fresh crimson that filled their veins to coat his hands.
Upon the news of an exchange program, he had been filled with rage. Demons, angels... and humans? Uniting? Ha, how foolish of his prince to believe that there could ever be alliance between the three realms! He knew of the selfish nature humans held, the way they would give up anything but themselves. And how was he repaid for his attempts to warn the world? He was locked up! In his own home, by his own brother none the less. Sometimes, Belphegor believed Lucifer to be even worse than humans...
But when he saw them, his chance to leave his lonely prison in the attic and end humanity as well as be with his brothers once more...Belphie knew just what to do. So, of course, he concocted a plan to get himself out. Every time MC visited he got one step closer to his freedom, so it only made sense that he show just how grateful he was to his "savior" the moment he was free.
So why did it feel so bad to finally get what he wanted?
As MC lay in Mammon's arms with the last bit of light leaving their eyes, Belphie was supposed to feel happy. He had killed a human- even if it was just one, it was the start to feeling like he was avenging Lilith...so why did it hurt? His chest hurt, tears stung at his eyes no matter how hard he tried to blink them away. If he was supposed to be happy...why was he so upset?
He wished he could move. His mind screamed at his limbs in an attempt to get them to move, to reach out for MC, anything that he could to get some semblance of closer. One stiff step was the best he could do to get closer before Mammon's head shot up to look at him.
He had never seen his older brother so broken before...
"Stay away, you- you MONSTER!" Mammon all but screamed at him, the hurt evident in his voice. His face was red, eyes brimming with tears that cascaded down his face like waterfalls. The glare that his own brother pointed at him...it would be a moment that he never forgot for the rest of his extended, if not immortal, life.
"You what? You fucked up? Yeah, you did! You did Belph- you only thought of yourself, of the fact that you had been hurting because of Lilith's death, and you didn't think that maybe, just maybe, the fact that Lilith died for a human was because she loved them and not because of the fact that they killed her! You didn't even stop to think of the fact that maybe we can love and care for someone with every fiber of our being as well! No, you only thought of yourself and your petty little grudge. An-and now, you murdered someone who wasn't even involved with anything you could have ever have been upset over! We loved them, and you killed them! Even for a demon, you're fucking vile!"
The words that spilled from Mammon's mouth stung. He was right. This wasn't MC's fault, none of his history ever had been. He knew that.
Mammon's cried grew louder the moment the body in his arms dissipated into thin air, and as much as Belphie wanted to comfort his brother he knew this was no moment for him to interject.
As the tears that had been brimming his eyes began to spill Belphegor snapped his head to the side to avoid letting his brothers see his tears. But when his eyes were met with MC's- he screamed.
All six of his brothers turned their heads to look at where he stood, only to follow his gaze and be met with the surreal sight of the human they had come to love.
The voice that left their mouth- this had to be a dream. But they looked so real, it filled Belphie with an overbearing sense of relief, of joy. They were okay! They were here, and alive, and breathing- the tears came down tenfold, and that was when he realized.
He had fallen for the human who had granted him his freedom, and now he would never be able to have them. But at this point, how could he care?
At least they were alive.
