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Source Of Music

Belphegor | Obey Me

Day One: Dreams

"Finally," soft mutter of sighs escaped the dark haired boy as silence enveloped him in a hug, as tight as his twin brother can probably give, and that was telling a lot.

He sat down on a bench not too far from the small café he and his older brothers found on their way home, he could hear Mammon's loud un-ending complains from where he sat but he already mastered toning down his voice from years of living with them. He shoved his hands inside the small holes his school uniform can give him, trying to shield his hands from the offering chill of the weather.

Head tilting up in hopes of letting his body find comfortness in his steady position. Passionate sparkling dots formed across the heavy dark colored sky. It had been a while since his eyes blinked lazily at the cloudless nature above.

It was beautiful.

"If only..." was an opening start to his fresh thoughts being laid out in his brain before heaving out a long lasting sigh.

"What are you sighing there for?" a faint - almost angelic - voice spoke after a medium silence. His head sharply whipping towards the cause of the noise, eyes had never been awake for almost a century.

He blinked countless times, bewildered at the sight of the person he longed for the most, their name escaping his plump pale lips before sealing his mouth shut and turning away. It's not possible, they appear only in his-

Hearing a faint laughter brought him back to reality, his train of thoughts pausing as he digested the sweet voice that filled the air. It was as if hearing music in the form of laughter, yet, how real could it be?

Working up some courage to look back at the figure now standing right beside him, he surpress the need to let out a shriek in surprise, instead, he covered it up by jumping a seat away on the bench as a form of inviting them for a seat.

He watched as they let another set of laughter tear over the silence that once hugged him. But he really didn't mind, considering he was facing the most wonderful person in front of him.

"You made quite a lot of expression in a span of a second. It was quite cute." he lifted both his eyebrows up, feeling bashful all of a sudden at their comment, he felt a rush of blood flowing rappidly through his veins, his eyes averting itself away from them again. Was he really.. cute? No, stop thinking!

He mentally stepped on the brakes on his head, if that even existed that way. He wouldn't lose his cool now. "What's up?" and then the urge to facepalm had never felt appropriate at the moment, seriously? That's all he had to say?

Yet hearing that source of music again had put him at ease and soon his shoulder vibrated at a matched paced with them. It felt great, doing absolutely nothing, but just co-existing with the person you want the most. A crack of frown formed immediately at his face at the thought. His mind wondered back to the time he had a talk with Beel that one time.

"The homework is due tomorrow, Belphie! Have you finished the essay on what thing you wanted to protect in this lifetime?" Beel barged into their shared room, holding a string connected to... ten boxes of pizza? He didn't really count so he wasn't sure. He glanced back at his brother, already nearing knock-out dead to sleep. But not before blurting out an answer he didn't even thought about, "It's a person. Not a thing."

"... Belphegor?" He found himself staring at a pair of doe eyes, his name sounded so beautiful being mentioned through their lips. And his chest tightened at the sight. He felt the need to breathe heavily, his body betraying his request to relax, hands all clammy and head feeling fuzzy all of a sudden. This was it, he knew it from the start, it was too good to be real. It always was.

And as if on cue, he heard a loud defeaning honk, too loud to ignore, too familiar to disregard. He watched as the same doe innocent eyes that looked at him, turned into an emotional mess. He saw the same panic, concerned and determinated look cross their face. holding onto his arms as if their life depended on it.

And it did.

But he didn't do anything.

He watched as the most important person in his life turned to look at where the noise was coming from, he watched as the same car with flickering lights run in different unpatterned directions, he watched as the eyes of his person turned into a resolved and he watched as they smiled at him, like it was okay.

Like it was okay that he couldn't protect them.

And he watched as the hands that once held onto him for dear life, let go and stepped away from him, only to leave him to stare at a pool of blood on the floor.

He heard a lot of people gathering around as the horrific scene unfold before their eyes. A broken car, a lifeless body.

And all he did was stare at it.

"Belphie!" He jolted up at the loud voice of his brothers calling out for him. They all wore playful smiles on their faces as he opened his eyes. Beel holded out a hand for him to take and he accepted.

"You really do sleep everywhere you go, huh?" He glanced at the small box Satan handed out to him as he stood up, "We bought you a little something from the café," He saw a piece of sliced cake in it and carefully took it from him, muttering a soft thanks, ignoring the previous question, which he was sure was rhetorical. He does sleep everywhere anyway.

"Hurry up, over there!" He heard another voice in a distance, and his face automatically turned into a scowl when Lucifer gave them a knowing look. He rolled his eyes but complied at the order, not before pausing and glancing back at the bench he previously sat on. No signs of any tragic scenarios took place, no signs of body either.

Another tragic dream it was again.

He took another sigh and looked up ahead, his brothers already a bit farther away from him, he decided to jog a little to catch up to them but immediately felt a heavy force crashing into him. He let out an inaudibly gasp at the impact. Instinctly holding on to the person who bumped into him to keep them from falling.

His own body freezed up immediately as a pair of familiar doe eyes looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry! I was in a rush. are you okay?" the same familiar sound - his source of music - had asked in a hurried tone. He stood there dumbfounded, at the person in front of him. No. They weren't suppose to be real. They were suppose to remain as his dream-

He stopped his thoughts from going any further. He couldn't let himself to do that to them, never again. So instead of overthinking, he put on a determined smile, before offering his reply,

"I'm fine. And you will be, too."

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End.

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@xhelenaxleblancx | cont from X.

Dull THROB in pale flesh, Prue could practically ALREADY feel the swollen bruise forming on her cheek from where Helena had punched her. Face TWISTED as she reached up to cover her wound, RECOILING in pain. “Okay...” she agreed, biting her lip to hide the SMART. “Maybe I DESERVED that all things considered...” Debatable. They had been TORN BETWEEN SISTERS. At least until now... “Look--” Studious green eyes did just that, scanning Helena’s form, taking note of red blotches of HEAT, little twitches of NERVES and every COILING muscle. Prue had not forgotten even an inch of that beautiful frame. “I know the timing is absolutely abysmal but when I heard you were GETTING MARRIED. You, Helena LeBlanc, getting married. Something just felt...” Pause as Prue weighed her words. “OUT OF PLACE...” Emerald orbs traced the white dress now. Couldn’t HELP herself. That was the problem. “Do you not... feel that, too?” With the mess it had ALREADY made of Helena, Prue KNEW the answer. “Would you rather have made a mistake and never known about it?”