"Would you mourn for me when I'm gone?"
You could tell Lucifer stopped writing, because the noise of his pen scribbling against the paper stopped.
You looked up to see him glaring at you, bewildered.
"What did you just say, MC?"
"I meant if you'd mourn me when I die. Its perfectly fine if you can't! Demons are probably not as sensitive to death of humans and-
Lucifer was out of his seat. And before you knew it, the Avatar of Pride knelt in front you, his hands clasping yours.
The mere thought of your absence stabbed at his heart. Without you, his study and this whole house would fall silent. The sounds of your laughter are what made the chaos bearable. Without it, even his favourite records would sound like white noise.
His eyes were angry and pained. But they softened as you cupped his face with worry in your eyes.
"MC, you brought back a happiness I hadn't felt in a hundred millenia. Losing you would be like losing all the joy in the world. So don't ever speak of it again. I shall never let it happen."
Mammon went deathly still. Gone was his usual erratic self as stared at you like he was frozen in time.
He wasn't even blinking. Maybe in fear that his tears would come spilling out.
"I just...well you know when I die for real, would you cry for me? I know it's so dark to ask this and---ah!"
Mammon had you tackled under him, arms holding you tight as if you'd spill over if he let go. He's never been greedier for you.
If you're no longer there, he has no one to hide behind when Lucifer comes attacking. He has noone to untie him from the ceiling. Noone to hold him on his worst days when everything feels like shit. You're the relief he feels after decades of pain.
"Mammon, are you crying?!!"
His eyes leaked and dampened your shoulders, his muffled cries rocking both of your bodies together. You regret ever asking as you attempt to coo and rub his hair.
"I'm supposed to be yer protector! Losing ya is the worst thing that can happen to me! I won't let that happen, ya hear me human?!"
Levi's character just stopped mid fight. He didn't even press pause on his game. The enemy kept attacking but his fingers remained still.
He wasn't even looking at you. He was staring at the part of the screen that said "Player 2: MC". And his hands started shaking.
"...Levi, are you okay... Did I say something wrong I'm sorry-"
Levi's tail darted out and wrapped around you in an instant, pulling you towards him. In that instant he forgot all shame.
Why? Why would you bring that up? How can he be okay? Without you, he has no player 2. He has no one to listen to him ramble and still care about him. And there's noone left for him to call his friend.
His cries were loud and endless, echoing through his room. You tried to cradle him and try to calm him down but he won't let you go.
"What will the Lord of Shadows do without his Henry?! You can't leave me alone like this! You won't right?? Right?! Losing you would a critical damage noone can heal."
The book slips from his hands onto your lap and his hands limp on your waist.
You turn back to meet his eyes. Ocean green eyes now covered in dew.
"I suppose it will be much quieter? I won't be here to annoy you and maybe your brothers will calm down too right-"
He promptly palmed your mouth shut. Do you not think twice before saying such horrid things? It's not that he's never thought of it. But he hates it. And talking about it just makes it seem like you'll be gone someday soon.
Silence begotted by death isn't pleasant. The calm after a storm only thrusts in your face, the destruction the storm left behind. In his wrathful heart, you brought hope and love. And now you speak of taking it all away and leaving him in the dark again?
His tears are silent and sobs are heavy as he holds you so close to himself, trying to engulf you within himself. Afraid you might spill over and disappear if he dare let go.
"No I will not mourn you. I would never have to. I WILL keep you next to me forever. Losing you would mean losing every last ray of light you brought into my life."
Asmo stared at your reflection in the mirror horrified. As if he was staring at your ghost.
He was brushing your hair, and now his hands were frozen, the brush dropping to the floor with a loud thud.
"Ah don't worry I'll still come back to haunt you a ghost or something? That's possible right? I have no idea what happens after I die-"
"No shut up!" Asmo fell on his knees, hugging your waist from behind like a hurt child. "Stop saying that MC!"
Noone gave the Avatar of Lust, more love than you did. As much as he loved his beauty, he knew you loved him despite the hideousness that lay underneath his skin. And noone was more accepting of his affection than you.
"Asmo...Asmo! You'll hurt your knees!"
His voice cracked as he broke down, holding you for support and saying no over and over again, denying even the idea of you ever going away with no way to return.
"Whatever will I do without you around? It's hard for me when you go back to the human world and now you're talking of never returning? I ABSOLUTELY WONT HAVE IT! Losing you will take away the only one who saw me for me."
Beel didn't even let the thought register at first. He kept on munching on a bag of chips, all smiley and content. "Gone where MC? You're going to the Celestial realm again?"
"Maybe not Celestial realm. I haven't done enough good to be sent there. I wonder who will decide my fate after I die for good? But would you mourn me?" You ask..
His smile drops immediately. No. No no no. What do you mean 'after you die for good'? Is something wrong? Why are talking about this now? Are you not feeling well? Did you eat something bad? Was it Solomon-
His eyes teared up instantly as he reached for you and hoisted you up in his arms to hold you close. No it's okay, he told himself. You're right there in his arms. You're safe. He'll keep you safe.
He remembered everything you ever did for him. Protecting him from Lucifer, freeing his twin brother, never getting mad at his constant hunger and even giving your life essence away just to save him. No you cannot leave yet, there's too he's grateful for.
"Noone will have to mourn. I will keep you safe here MC. I will give you the best of foods that will keep you healthy and strong forever. I cannot lose my family again, MC."
He was asleep on your lap but now his eyes shot wide open and his breath hitched.
He tilted his head to look at you, staring out of the window, your face aglow with the Devildom moonlight.
"No shut up. Shut up about that." He could barely speak.
"You know the first time I died, all I saw was this white void with echoes of a voice I've never heard before. I wonder if I'll end up there again-"
Belphie instantly put his closed palm gently over your mouth to stop you from talking. He felt you breathing warmly on his fingers. It made him feel safe. You were okay, you were alive.
He promptly pushed you down and started spooning you from behind. The rise and fall of your back against his chest gave him reassurance too. He let his stray tears fall onto his pillow.
He had nightmares about this. So many nightmares where you just decided never to forgive him and disappear forever somewhere he could never touch you again. He imagined your absence and it was overwhelmingly lonely.
"I won't make the same grave mistake twice. I won't let you get hurt again. I won't let you go again, MC. Losing is you is one less reason to wake up in the morning."
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