Knock
Heya, I'm new here. You can call me Lorkai or just the author, whichever makes you comfortable. I'll be writing some stories or headecanons for the game Obey Me, so I hope we can get along.
BTW sorry if there was a typo, I'm still learning English.
Warning: Chapter 16 spoiler, death, angst, gender neutral.
When Mammon opened the door, he expected MC to walk in with all the answers to Lord Diavolo's doubts, hoped his human was laughing about how ridiculous he and his brothers were for supposing a thousand and one theories about what really happened. But he saw something he could never forget. Not even a thousand witches torturing him would be able to cause him as much pain as what he saw. MC was in Barbatos' strong arms, eyes closed. Rigid body. Cold. Mammon took several steps back and slammed her back against the guest bedroom wardrobe, making a sound of pure sadness as a tight lump curled in her throat and her eyes began to water. The other brothers who occupied the same room looked in the direction Mammon was looking, transfixed. Inconsolable with the situation.
Mammon looked around the room.
Lord Diavolo looked down with a devastated expression on his face. He liked MC as much as he liked Solomon and the angels, he found it fun to be with them and considered them a lot as his friends, who were helping him take a bigger step in his dream of making demons, angels and humans coexist. But a mistake in his hot head caused an irreversible fact to happen, a fact that he would blame himself for thousands of years. "MC was killed by Belphegor in that timeline, according to what Barbatos says. But we brought the body back here so you could say goodbye."A knock on the door. The knock they had so determinedly awaited was enough to make them start crying. Lilith was dead. Now, MC is gone too. Their family could never be complete, someone always died too soon, why?
Mammon completely lost strength in his legs and fell to his knees on the floor of the room, the world seeming to stop in his heart. Several memories of him and MC flashed before his eyes and his mind, in conflict with his heart, told him that he would never again wake up in MC's room and see that his human was still sleeping, or that he would no longer hear the human asking about the most trivial things in Devildom. Nor would their adventures happen anymore.
Soon, their bodies would be buried somewhere, and neither brother could imagine the coffin descending to the ground without more tears coming. The idea was absurd, painful. And they could all see the marks on their necks, a mark caused by Belphegor, and yet no one seemed to believe that his hatred had driven him to do it.
Levi was crying because he lost his first real friend, his Henry. The game in his hands was forgotten and put aside as he tried to approach MC's body to make sure it wasn't too cruel a prank, a revenge because no one dared to go after them even though they knew the dangers of the mission. But Levi didn't have the strength to look at them and he lowered his head as the tears began to fall more intensely, feeling hyperventilated and his ears no longer listening or registering the words being said.
Satan leaned against Asmo and they both looked at each other, certain that this was true and then gradually, they were both crying and hugging each other. Because no more MC would spend time reading with Satan or gossip with Asmo, no longer would the human be there to quell the incessant flames in the Avatar of Wrath's soul or ensure that the Avatar of Lust was more than just a pretty face, they both lost an important member who saw them as they really were, demons in search of a true feel.
Beelzebub was still staring into MC's face, but all he saw was Lilith and MC side by side. And blood came out of both their mouths. They both had the same serene expression on their faces, almost mocking his pain. On the other hand, Beel's clenched fists and silent crying was also triggered by the idea that his twin brother Belphie would be able to kill someone as sweet as MC.
Lucifer, the quietest of them, was also the one who cried the most. Even with the tears falling from his eyes with impressive speed and soaking through his vest, he still kept his usual expressionless face. He had a lot to say to that stubborn and gentle human, he had a lot to be thankful for, but the words died inside him without his pride letting him express them. And now MC would never know anything Lucifer wanted to tell them. They would never know the affection the Avatar of Pride or his brothers had for them. They would never be there to see everything Devildom had to offer.
"We... are going to bury the body tomorrow, so... pull it together, they wouldn't want this." Diavolo and Barbatos left the room with light steps, but their tears echoed through the corridors and completely destroyed the six brothers.
One knock was enough to break everything they loved the most.
