#belphegor angst

[tokensleeper]

Makes me so sad :(

edit: I SPELLED HIS NAME WRONG KILL ME

[kurrypika]

Random sad quotes that remind me of obey me characters. Characters may be ooc (mammon,belphie,asmo,satan,soloman)

All of the brothers (about lilith)

Mammon

Satan

Belphegor

Soloman

Asmo

[incorrecttom]

They love to be around you. To know that you are safe, to know that you are well and fine with them. To know that you are breathing and laughing. It soothes their nerves, to know you are safe beside them.

People call them co - dependent, which might be true. Not that they will deny that, mostly because they need you. But it's more of their trauma of losing people. Or, they might have never had a person like you present, throughout their time together.

Of not having those people around them, they blame themselves for it. They always do, it's just that they are good at hiding.

Good at burying their insecurities, having their walls so high that they are impossible to scale. To throw the smiles which never really meant anything to them, until you came.

You opened and melted all their walls. Always being there for them, always taking care of them. How could they not be protective of you? How could they not fear, the fact that you might be taken away from them? What if something happens to you?

You are the person who showed them emotions deep down buried, how could they possibly let you be harmed? Beel | Belphie | Dabi | Riddle | Suna | Kageyama | Satan

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[babybeel]

— above the time - iu ♪

belphegor often feels at odd with his sin, serving as a painful reminder of his incompatability with his former self.

sometimes, the sloth paralyses him with nightmares, uncontrollable dreams that come as a cruel consquence of being able to enter others. they often resurface memories he’d much rather forget, old guilt and regret leaving him frozen in bed, all the air in his lungs forced up out of him.

other times, it confines him to his bed, unable to get up, unable to leave. it renders belphegor dependent and useless, a shapeless discarded thing that he can’t help but feel hatred towards. trapped in his mind, belphie grows reliant on his brothers and their understanding until the moment breaks, fear creeping in everytime the demon begins to feel the torturous push and pull of his sin rejecting him.

and today, in the midst of the night, when the rest of the world slumbered, belphie found he had finally filled his quota for sleep.

instead, the demon watched you, tucked so neatly into his side. his gaze unblinking as your chest rose and fell, over and over again in a routine that soothed his active mind. little whistles of air escaped you, filling the night’s silence before your lips suddenly twitched upwards, corners peaking into a peaceful smile. belphie didn’t have to wait to wonder what had came into your dreams, for his own name billowed into the attic, tiny and fragile.

belphie felt his heart skip, irregular beat jolting his entire being as if his love was attempting to escape his body. you shuffled closer, perhaps trying to receive it all, cheek pressed to his torso and skin bunching together.

at your action, belphie let his eyes flutter shut. the demon knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep during the night - yet another instance of his sin betraying him. but, belphie thought in a silent plea to the moon, maybe if he feigned his usual actions, the night would slip by with ease. he would meet you in the daytime.

[royalelusts]

real quick warning. beel’s part might be a bit triggering for some <3 part 1

It was a stupid argument really. So stupid in fact that the both of you didn’t even remember what it was about. You just knew that all the pent up frustrations from the past few weeks were finally coming out. “I don’t even know why I bother. All you see is Lilith in me anyway.”

Satan

he paused and looked at you

true, he never physically met her but he is from lucifer

he’s feels the fondness that the ladder felt for her but it’s nothing more than that

a memory

“is this what this is about?”

He didn’t notice how it sounded until you scoffed

Nothing was said until you reached the door

“i often wonder what it would be like to actually love her. to hug her, share moments with her, to genuinely be able to cherish her but i’ll never get that experience. i, luckily, am able to love you and it’s been one of the best experiences of my life. i wouldn’t replace you for all of devildom. please know you mean so much more than those faded emotions.”

Asmodeus

He let out an audible gasp

“mc…!”

He wanted to say something snooty back but nothing came up

Instead he started ushering you out of his room

“get out. the stress will only give me bags and spots”

once you’re gone he’ll sit at his vanity and just stare at himself in the mirror

then and only then will he let himself break

Beelzebub

time stopped when the words left your mouth

no words were needed. you could see the storm going on behind his eyes

all the pain and guilt from the war came rushing back at him

“i’m sorry…”

the words were so soft and broken that if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed it

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m-”

he sobbed between each apology. slowly sinking to his knees. without noticing he started grabbing handfuls of his hair

though the guilt had sunk in from bringing up the topic…

you couldn’t help but wonder if the apology was for you or his sister

Belphegor

slowly he sat up and glared at you

“do you really think someone like you could even compare to her?”

he hadn’t meant to say it but it’s wasn’t his fault

besides you started it so it was only fair he was petty back, right?

“she was better than you in so many ways. she could do a lot more things than you. the most important thing though, she meant a lot more to me than you ever will. don’t project your insecurities on her.”

with that he grabbed his pillow and headed toward the attic making sure to bump into your shoulder on the way

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[sierrasheep]

[evabellasworld]

Motel Room Service

For @belphego-or, this is my gift for you as part of the @omsecretsanta2022 event. Thank you for organising this event. I really enjoyed it so far.——————————————————————————————————

Summary: Belphegor and MC were on a road trip when their tires suddenly burst, causing them to share not only one bed at a motel, but also raw emotions and romantic tensions.

AO3

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“Are we there yet?” Belphegor yawned, as he stretched his arms widely on his seat. 

MC shook her head, her eyes fixed on the icy road in front of her. “Nope, we’re not there yet.”

He let out a yawn as he rubbed his eyes and turned to her, admiring her features. Ever since MC stumbled upon him in the attic, he could not help but notice every little thing he saw in her. Her smile, her voice, her determination, it was all he could ask for.

It was too bad he let himself get carried away that particular night. Her neck was covered with blue-black bruises, thanks to his tight grip. The spark in her eyes was slowly fading away as she glanced at Belphie one last time, with tears streaming on her cold cheeks.

“I trusted you,” MC uttered, before she faded from his brother’s world, or so it happened.

She was still the same person as before, though the sparks were absent from her eyes. He clutched his hands together and cleared his throat, hoping he could have a conversation with her throughout the entire trip.

“Is this your first road trip, MC,” he gulped, stiffening his shoulder.

She shook her head. “My last road trip was three years ago. Why?”

“I’m just wondering, that’s all. Where did you go?”

“My family and I went to the beach. It was the best day of my life.”

Belphie chuckled, leaning against his seat with his arms behind his head. “I remember going to the beach with my brothers. It was really fun, you know.”

MC’s lips curved into a grin, glancing at the youngest brother. “Oh yeah? What was the best part of that trip?”

“Mammon tried to take a picture of shirtless Lucifer, hoping it could sell online, but of course, we all know the rest of the story, don’t we?”

“Of course we do,” MC snickered, rolling her eyes. “It’s Lucifer, after all. You know how he is.”

“Yeah, speaking of Lucifer, what do you think of him so far?”

MC gives him a side eye, indicating her honest feelings towards the eldest brother. “Is that even a question?”

Belphie pressed his lips in response, nodding his head. “Right, almost forgot you’re also part of the Anti-Lucifer League.”

“Yeah, with Satan. It’s funny how we bonded over that sadist demon boss.”

“He’s not even a boss. Well, he thinks he is, but really, he’s just sucking up to Lord Diavolo.”

“And he’s always being so unnecessarily cruel to Mammon. Like, relax buddy, can you just take a chill pill for once or something?”

“Unfortunately, he can’t, MC,” Belphie laughed along, leaning closer to her. “His work is never done, no matter what.”

“Right, almost forgot.”

As she continued straight on the highway, her car began to shake on the tar road, making her groan in frustration. “Oh, come on, what now?” 

Belphie raised his eyebrows as MC pressed the brakes in the middle of the highway. Miraculously, there were no cars on the road, making it safe for them to step out of their car, inspecting any damages they’ve sustained along the way.

“Oh great,” MC crossed her arms. “Our tire’s busted.”

“That’s not good,” he scratched his head.

“I can’t believe it! I thought this car was supposed to function properly.”

“Could you fix it?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ll have to ring up a mechanic at a motel nearby and stay there ‘till the car’s fixed, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as we get to spend time with each other, then it’s fine for me.”

Exchanging smiles with each other, MC and Belphie got back into the car and drove for a couple of miles before arriving at a small motel by the road. His eyes widened at the sight of the place. It was tinier than the House of Lamentation, yet the orange hue and the neon signs reminded him of a non-existent memory.

They both stepped into the motel and rang the bell at the counter, summoning a middle-aged woman from the back. 

“Welcome to Suzy’s Motel,” she greeted. “How can I assist you, dear?”

“We’ll be staying here for one night. Are there any rooms available?”

“Well, we have a single room with a queen-sized bed for the both of you.”

MC’s lips squirmed. “Aren’t there any rooms with a double bed or something?”

The lady shook her head. “Sorry, dear. That’s the only room we have left.”

She turned to Belphie, who was glancing at the cheap painting of a rose on the wall. “Hey, Belphie,” she poked his shoulder. “Are you okay with sharing a bed with me? I know, it’s a bit awkward but-“

“I don’t mind,” he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Besides, it’s only one night after all.”

 “Great, I’ll tell the lady at the counter then.”

He bobbed his head and continued staring at the rose painting, mentally guessing the age of the canvas. Judging by the faded paints and the cobwebs on the right side of the canvas, it has been there for a long time, before MC was even born. On the bright side, at least the painting wasn’t as creepy as the ones at the Demon Lord’s castle.

Before he could give his thoughts, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder, prompting him to turn to MC with pink cheeks. “So, how did it go?”

“We’ve got the keys to our room,” she winked, grabbing his left hand. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Dragged out of the motel, they both headed towards another building and climbed the stairs together, before arriving in front of their room, which was No. 444. As soon as MC opened the door, Belphie took off his shoe and jumped towards the bed, snuggling one of the pillows closer to him.

“Finally, I was dying to sleep all day,” he sighed in content, much to her dismay.

“Belphie, you literally slept through the entire trip.”

“MC, we were making fun of Lucifer throughout the entire trip.”

“Okay, fine, that’s true, but you were mostly asleep, though.”

“Alright, alright, you win, again,” he chuckled and raised both his hands in surrender.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she bowed, as she grabbed her cell phone from her pocket, much to his curiosity.

“Where are you going?”

“The counter lady knows a mechanic, so I’m gonna call him and hopefully he shows up tomorrow.”

“And then we can continue our road trip?” his purplish-blue eyes gleamed underneath the artificial light. For a moment, MC felt her heart skip a beat as she stared through the windows of his soul, filled with comfort and warmth.

If it hadn’t been for that particular night, she would have already confessed her true feelings to him. Thanks to a certain demon butler’s intervention, MC was given another chance to live, but the tension between her and Belphie will always remain.

“MC, are you there?”

“I’ll be outside if you need me.”

As she stepped outside their room, Belphie placed his head on a pillow and wrapped himself in the motel’s thick blanket with droopy eyes. Does she hate me so much? he pondered, staring at the ceiling.

But if she hates me so much, why would she invite me on a road trip? Why not go with Mammon or Leviathan, since she’s close with them? Hell, she could have also invited Beelzebub, since she always brings him food. Love is so complicated sometimes.

Facing towards the door, he watched as MC walked back inside their room and locked it, before tossing her shoes aside and laid next to Belphie. “You doing alright, Belphie?” she grinned as she was about to stroke his cheeks, only for him to grip her hands into his.

“MC, can you be honest with me?”

“Yeah, sure. Is everything alright?”

“Do you hate me?”

She shook her head, squeezing his hands. “I never hated you, Belphie. Not even once. I mean, sure, I was a little upset with what happened that night, but I forgave you for that.”

“But you died that night. I literally choked you to-”

“Yeah, and Barbatos intervened with the timeline, which means I’m alive and well.”

Belphie took a deep breath, holding back his tears from his eyes. “I know, and I’m grateful for that. But what would happen if Barbatos wasn’t there? Would you still forgive me?”

“Does it matter?” she leaned closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he stuttered. “Look, I love you, okay? You’re the light of my life, and I want you all to myself, but if I didn’t take advantage of your kindness, if I didn’t kill you that night, I would have no problem kissing you right now.”

MC gawked at the demon, tongue-tied. Did Belphie finally confess his feelings, after months of hiding from each other?

“I’m sorry,” Belphie sniffled, his visions blinded by the tears in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. It was a huge mistake, really.”

“I love you too, Belphie,” she reciprocated his love for her. “I loved you the day I got closer to you. I loved you the day you built a pillow fort in your room so that we could watch a movie together. I love you the day you took me stargazing in the middle of the night. I love you the day you let me wear your sweater all the time. Most importantly, I love you and I accept all your flaws and shortcomings.”

And that was all he wanted to hear from her. His darling rose. Pulling her closer to him, his soft lips brushed hers, his hands tangled in her hair. MC could only caress his cheeks as she felt the warmth of his skin, killing the long tension they held towards each other.

“Thank you for choosing me, MC,” he smiled at her, before continuing the kiss. “I’ll never forget this moment, ever.”

“I’ll always love you, Belphie, even when the stars turn cold.”

[nyxyxx]

Despondency

Mind you I am very not at all far in the lessons so just bear with me here. T-T

Just a little angsty replacedmcau fic I wrote cause I was feeling a little down lately. Ft. some Simeon comfort. Ik this isn't Genshin but thats hopefully okay. I might have been projecting a little bit with the book part but enough of me ranting.

Warnings!: Pretty Angsty, Unhealthy mindsets, hints to s*icidal thoughts.

It had been a full year at R.A.D and it was unlike any experience you could've imagined before. It was exciting, chaotic, warm and there was a connection between you and the brothers that was irreplaceable. Or so you had thought.

You decided to stay for another year, to spend more time with the brothers and the angels and maybe Solomon too as long as he didn't make you eat food he personally made. When Diavolo had announced that a new human transfer student was arriving, you were beyond excited. You wondered what they would be like and if the two of you could become friends and make many more enjoyable memories.

Things were good- at first that is. The new human student - Lillian was her name - and you quickly became friends. She was kind and purehearted, although she had a little less of a thrilling personality than most of the people you had previously interacted with.

Yes, everything was good and nothing was bad. Well, except for the brothers slowly becoming more and more distant from you. You tried to brush it off at first, they were probably just excited at a new face and would eventually calm down. That wasn't the case at all. Rather, they all just started to spend more and more time with her, often leaving you out and sometimes even completely forgetting about you.

Which lead to the current situation, of you laying in your bed, unable to get up. You reached over and grabbed your DDD scrolling through your various text messages. They showed a very similar pattern. Before, the brothers had constantly been inviting you to hang out or go places, but now, whenever you messaged them asking if they wanted to do something- they were always busy spending time with Lillian.

You overheard a conversation not that long ago between Lillian and Asmo, as they were hanging out in his room. They were both laughing, having a good time, and somehow the idea of inviting you to join them had been brought up.

"What? Why invite them? To be honest they're kind of ugly- at least compared to you and me~" Asmo said while working on her makeup. She immediately got upset and pouted.

"Asmo you shouldn't say such things! It's not nice to be mean..." She started, "-Besides I think they're very good-looking." Lillian was always nice to you, and you knew it was genuine, but that didn't stop Asmo's words from hurting. Perhaps he didn't actually mean it, and was simply saying that to flirt with her, but the truth of the statement didn't matter. The only important thing was that he said it.

You felt like shit, you regretted everything you ever did with the brothers that made you so happy. Perhaps they never cared about you from the beginning. It was all because you were a descendant of their dead sister that they even spared a second glance at you. Whatever, it didn't matter anymore.

A week ago, you offered to play a game with Levi, one that the two of you had been working so hard together on, but he refused. Lillian was playing with him instead, on your save file he offered. It didn't matter, you told yourself. Nothing mattered.

You should stop caring so much.

Your grades were slipping as a result, which led to a lot of lectures and punishments from Lucifer, but anytime you tried to speak your voice only came out strained. You could never speak up. You could never tell anyone how you felt.

They have more important things to care about than you.

Why should anyone worry about you?

You let yourself take any punishment or lecture and sat through it all with your head down. It was okay. It will be over soon anyways. Although you tried to console yourself to calm down, his voice burned through your very soul, which left you biting your tongue so that you wouldn't freak out. You couldn't. You were not allowed to complain.

Belphegor almost completely forgot about your existence, and you barely heard from him anyways. Beelzebub had half a mind to pay attention to you, often worrying about how little you ate. You told him not to worry, that you were fine and just didn't have much of an appetite. You hated the way he would look at you with such concerned eyes. You don't deserve to make him worried. You shouldn't burden him with your own misfortune.

Mammon was probably one of the worst ones to deal with. He often stole your belongings and sold them, most of the time without even telling you. At first it was just plain annoying but now it bordered on straight up bullying. You tried to block as much of him as you could from your memory, so that you wouldn't get as frustrated as you often did when you thought of him.

It was painful, everything was. Though Lillian spent a lot of time with you too, it became less and less frequent as she was often dragged off by the brothers wanting to spend time with her. She tried to talk to them, tried to explain that what they were doing was not cool, but they didn't seem to understand. They didn't see what was wrong with what they were doing, and didn't think they were hurting you that much.

Although it was painful, it was also easy to forget. Forget everything and live with complete content. Yes, that was the only solution. To accept everything and allow the world to go as it wants. That is, until something horrible happened.

Lillian had borrowed a book from you, a very important one. You walked passed the living room, and hid behind the wall once you heard Lillian and Satan talking about this book. She showed him the book and let him read through it, while he constantly expressed his distaste for it.

"The plot has too many holes."

"The pacing is bad."

"There's too much to keep track of."

"The characters aren't that well written and the story is all over the place."

As if hearing his hurtful comments wasn't enough. He laughed while saying, "What kind of child wrote this?" and in a matter of seconds, the book was tossed into the fireplace.

It all happened so face there was almost no time for you to react. You simply stood and watched. The book, the one you had written yourself. It had taken so long and although it might not have been the best, you were so proud of yourself for actually finishing a story for once. It was so difficult, writing a few pages every day until the story was eventually finished.

All of that- gone. There was no other copies. It was one book and there was only one in existence. As it burned, you could feel every shred of peace burn away just like the pages of the precious book. You did not think anymore, you simply walked back to your room and cried, cried for hours on end until the tears simply wouldn't come anymore.

You hated everything. You hated life. You hated being here. You hated everyone.

You hated being alive.

You took nothing with you, besides with your DDD and left the House of Lamentation. You walked over to Purgatory Hall and found your last shred of hope.

You found Simeon pretty quickly, and cried in his embrace while he tried to figure out what was wrong. The two of you ended up in his room as he endlessly comforted you while you sobbed. He stopped pressing for answers, he guessed it quite well anyways- he simply just wanted to comfort you. If you didn't feel like talking, he wouldn't make you talk.

He was here for you, and although you hated yourself for burdening him, he assured you that it was okay. It was okay if you were a burden, because it was a burden he would never regret baring.