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You cautiously stalked through the medical themed room, trying not to think about all the fake blood - and now some of your real blood - that decorated every surface. The small light above you only seemed to make shadows stretch farther. You shuddered and rubbed your arms, getting the creepy crawlies.
“Belphie! Are you here? I just saw Beel, he had his mask off already. Is the event already over? Wanna head back home?” You stood in place a moment longer. If only it could be so easy... you had a bad feeling just standing here. Like you were some kind of sitting duck.
Just as you were about to turn around to head a different direction, you saw a small shadow grow larger in the dim light, and your blood ran cold. “B-Belphie?” Just as you spun to confirm your suspicions, something long with a large tuft of fur at the end wrapped around your neck, fluff obscuring your view. “Bel-” You couldn’t get anything else out, his tail tightened against your neck and you couldn’t breathe.
You began to viciously claw at his tail, feeling your nails break your own skin. This couldn’t be happening! You fought off the memories that seemed to hit you like a freight train - him in his demon form, eyes aflame with malice and murderous intent, claws cutting your skin like paper. It all went by so fast, black spots appearing in your vision until finally everything went black around you, Beel’s orb of light snuffed out.
Belphie easily caught your limp body as you fell. Tail loosening around your neck easily, he hauled you up into his arms. Perfect, he didn’t want you making such a fuss - you were just so loud sometimes. Carrying you to another section of the dark gallery, he laid you easily on a scrappy mattress. Just for show, except for now. He stripped off his nurse’s uniform, placing his mary janes and other items on the floor next to the rickety bed.
He took his time undressing you considering you were still unconscious. He loved your body, every dip and curve, stretch marks and freckles. All of it. You were so perfect, always holding him, cuddling, allowing him to rest his head on your lap. Now he would return the favor of all your loving actions. He would show you a good time and then, he could finally have your soul. You’d be one together, and then you’d always be with him and you could never leave.
As he dragged your shirt above your head, he allowed himself to fully take in your topless view. Your chest, collarbone, shoulders... all so perfect for him to mark. He didn’t want to waste time with this stupid mask biting you, so instead he allowed himself to drag his claws across your delicate skin. He watched in fascination as your blood slowly wept from the cuts, and he couldn’t help himself as he drug his fingers through it, painting your torso. Everything about you was just perfect. Your soul would be ten times as amazing, at least.
Easing down your bottoms, he couldn’t stop the drool that pooled in his mouth. No underwear? You were a naughty human. He would have to punish you for tempting him. He dragged his masked visage up your legs, breathing in deeply. You smelled so amazing, so aroused already. What was it that you had said? That you had run into Beel?
Belphie couldn’t help the grin stretched across his lips. You were his perfect human, letting Beel go down on you. You didn’t look nearly as puffed up as you would’ve been if he had used your body, Beel was a big demon after all. He let your legs fall to the bed and he lazily stroked his cock. Beel left you to him after all, what a generous gesture from his big brother. He had always wanted to put you between them both.
They may have been playing around in the beginning, calling the three of you an “attic club sandwich” but after they both had fallen in love with you, they discussed what more could happen. Belphie would give anything for Beel to come back and they could toss you between them. It would be incredible, they could bend you however they wanted. Spitroast you, having you take both of them at the same time, Beel devouring your needy hole while Belphie took your mouth.
He shuddered, hand stroking himself faster. Could you even see what you were doing to him? Just the thought of your mouth around his long cock had him turned all the way on. He felt like he could orgasm here and now, just imaging him and Beel tag teaming you, you taking both their cocks like a good little human, like their good little human.
You’d beg for it, he’s sure. Beel would prep you with his mouth as Belphie worked you everywhere else. He’d suck and tug on your nipples, pull your hair, grope your ass as Beel went to town between your legs. You’d be crying and begging, the only words you could make out would be their names and “please” and “more” and- fuck! His hand tightened.
Belphie moved up your body, hands grabbing one of yours and wrapped it around his swelling cock. You’d be awake here soon, but fuck he needed you now. He had your hand work him quickly, your skin so soft around him, he held his package delicately in his other. Stuttering your name, he tossed his head back, bucking his hips and holding your hand tightly against him, shaft burning from the lack of lubricant.
He panted and slowed down, shoving a few fingers into your mouth, holding it wide open. He pet your tongue and went as far as he could before you started gagging. His mask cracked open slightly, and leaning over you, he spit into your mouth. Watching you choke and ultimately swallow, he brought his wet fingers back to his chafed cock, your fingers holding his tender flesh and his now wet fingers pumping wildly.
He gasped and groaned your name like a prayer. As if anyone or any being could hear him. No one would find them, he’d make sure you wouldn’t be put on show. No, this was for him and only him. The only other welcome party would be Beelzebub - but even he got his one on one time with you. No, this was his turn to wreck you. To break you, to make you scream his name. He had heard you earlier with Beel through his heavy nap, it was your turn to scream for him now.
Finally nearing his end, he angled himself downwards to blow his load across your sex. He’d cover you in his seed, in his scent. He tightened your hand on his package and with a shout, dumped his thick stream of cum all over you. It ran across your sex, your open thighs, down your ass. A few aftershocks rocked him as he jerked his oversensitive member over your body, gossamer strands of cum dripping onto you.
He took a few grounding breaths, bringing himself back to his body and eyes raking down yours. Fuck, he had to secure you before you woke up - which should be soon. Humans regained consciousness rather quickly. Usually.
He grabbed his tall stockings from the small clothes pile to secure your wrists to the bed posts. Allowing his filthy fingers to trace your skin on his way to your soiled hands, “So smooth... and warm. I can’t wait for you to wake up. We’re going to have a little fun. Don’t worry though, we’ll both love it. I promise.” He looped the fabric a few times, making sure it was tight enough you wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of it. He had big plans for you both once you regained consciousness.
As he sat on his heels, he let himself admire his work of you so far. There was much more to come, but the blood across your chest and your hips and thighs covered his cum... it was nearly picture perfect. He wished he had something with him to immortalize the moment, but he tried to commit the image to memory the best he could.
He listened to you start to groan and move a bit. At the half baked realization that you were bound, your eyes shot open, panicked sounds leaving you as you jerked your arms. Wide terrified eyes caught his masked ones and he leaned forward a bit, stroking your leg. In a rush, you jerked it towards you, but that was obviously the wrong reaction. Belphie grabbed your ankle and forced your body flat. Seeing him in his demon form, with a pounding headache at being choked out, gave you vivid flashbacks.
“B-B-Belphie, Belphie what are- what’s going on. Where are we? What are you doing?” He hummed at all your questions, the fluffy end of his tail coming to stroke your face, but simply watched as you threw yourself as far to the side as you could. “P-please, just d-don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me, I love you, you couldn't stand to kill me, right? You love me too, just as much, more even! Just-Just think of what you’re doing, Belphie, please.”
He tilted his head at you, and were you not convinced he was about to rip you open like a birthday gift, you'd almost think it were cute. But this wasn’t one of those times. Belphie stroked your legs again, and you tried to take inventory of what was happening. Your chest ached, and peering down you could see why; there was dried blood across your torso, shallow cuts lazily bleeding. You swallowed thickly as you saw his mess on your pelvis. You didn’t feel any pain though, at least down there. So he must not have taken you yet? Did he want you awake for that? To scream and beg him to stop?
These masks just made your demons all the more twisted. You hated them, the masks, the curse, the dark things it made them do to you. You tried to steady your breathing as Belphie tiled his mask back towards you, “Do you like it? You see, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re perfect, you know? So soft and inviting. It feels like coming home when I get to be inside you. I thought it would be even better if you were awake right now. Although, I do love using your body when you’re asleep. And I know you do too.”
You didn’t even fight him about it, it was true. Sometimes he would sneak into your dreams and make them dirty, just to have you wake up as you climaxed on his cock. Only this time you weren’t asleep when he apparently used you, you could feel the stickiness on the palm of your one hand. “And just what d-do you have planned for us, Belphie?” If you could get him to talk, maybe you could work your way out of these restraints. Were they just his socks? Surely that wouldn’t be difficult, right?
You tested the integrity of the stockings as inconspicuous as you could while watching Belphie. You tried to not look directly at his proud shaft, standing tall against his stomach, covered in the mess of his first round. He slowly crawled towards you and you bit the inside of your cheek. “Well, I was thinking I’d make you scream my name. I heard you with Beel earlier, and I think it's only fair you let me have that much fun too. But don’t worry, you’ll love every bit of it. And then, at the very end - we’ll cuddle and I get to eat your soul. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
You clenched your jaw, now that you were with the fourth out of the seven brothers, hearing them all want to eat your soul didn’t faze you as much as you thought. You were mostly relieved he didn’t mention killing you, strangling you, pushing you down the stairs. Stuff that would send you into some kind of attack.
“Only if you promise to prep me, don’t you want it to f-feel good for me, too?” you gave him big watery eyes, hoping it would appeal to him. He was a bit of a brat, and would occasionally have you cockwarm him barely prepped. He said the tightness was unmatched, and since he was always so gentle during those times, you never really minded. Besides, he never failed to make you feel good over and over.
Sighing and then humming, Belphie thoughtfully stroked your sex. Pressing his fingertip against you, he slowly eased inside your body. A whine left you, and you couldn’t help but moan his name at the gentleness. “I’m surprised you’re not still ready after what Beel did to you, you were pretty loud.” You turned your face from him, cheeks hot and eyes wet, as you tried not to think about how Beel had snapped your bones like they were the bones of a bird.
His masked face watched yours closely, “But really, enough about all of this, I’m getting tired, and I wanna hear you scream for me. I promise to make it up to you later.” Your eyes widened, you were most certainly not prepped! All he did was barely finger you, that wasn’t fair!
“Belphie! C’mon, please? Just a little more? I know you wanna make me feel good, right? I can’t feel good if you don’t touch me, I wanna cum for you, please!” This was the most gentle the brothers had been with you yet, was it all a trap? Or simply his slothful nature starting to overcome the mask? Maybe if you worked him up enough, he’d fall asleep on top of you after another round. That wasn’t unusual for him, sometimes he just got so sleepy. You just hoped he didn’t take you with him.
“See, I really do, but right now - I just wanna feel your soft tight walls around my cock. You’ll take me, right? You love when I fuck you, you always come back to me, begging for a second round.” He lined himself up as you tensed, waiting for the pain of another dry fucking. You were going to give a beat down to these fucking demons when everything was said and done. The only one who even wanted to get you to climax was Beel - and even then, he was on thin fucking ice.
You stared up at the ceiling and waited for him to violate you, and as you were about to open your mouth, he grabbed your face making you look at him. “Oh no, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re looking at me, my precious human. Watch me as I fuck you.” And with that he eased himself in. It wasn’t nearly as aggressive as you thought he was going to be. Though it was still unpleasant. But not skin tearing like Levi had been.
“Belphie, can you touch m-me? Please, I wanna feel good, too. I wanna cum with you, won’t you please touch me?” Your words were muffled by his grip on your cheeks. Though he seemed to heed your words as he worked your sensitive flesh. Letting out loud exaggerated moans, you hoped he would continue. And with the soft pace, you could focus on wiggling your wrists more and more to get out of his hosiery.
He steadily stroked your walls with his cock, ridges hitting all the right places, and your body opened up for him, his shaft fitting snugly inside of you. He called your name gently, watching as you writhed beneath him, body twisting along with your wrists in a subtle manner. “See? Look at how good you take me. But you can handle more, can’t you? This slow pace just isn’t working for me.” You gasped as he pistoned his hips flush against yours a few times, testing your body.
“That’s it, my little human. I knew you wanted more, you always want more of me.” He began a quicker pace, bucking flush into your body and rapidly pulling out. “You’re so tight, so perfect. You like it when I fuck you like this? Fuck you hard and fast? Hah~ yeah, I know you do, I can feel you meet me in the middle. Say my name and let me know how badly you want me, how badly you want me to touch you.”
You couldn’t help but shout his name as he kept a firm hard pace, but it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. His cock was so pretty, ridges flared out from his tip, always brushing the inside of you perfectly, his nimble fingers working you on the outside, “Belphie! Y-Yes yes! I love it when you- ah! When you fuck me like this, you feel so-so good! Please, please touch me more! I- haah~ love it, love it when you- when you touch me!” You panted heavily, and it wasn’t just an act anymore, he really did feel amazing. So even with the curse he wanted you to feel good?
His sullen mask breathed heavily above you, tossing your legs flush against his naked chest as he sunk even deeper into your body, and you both couldn’t help the lascivious moans that left your lips. His hands dragged up against your body, irritating the cuts on your chest, “Belphie! Ah, stop! That hurts!”
You didn’t like the dark snickers that came from him, “But you got so- fuck! So tight around me just now. I think you like it, want me to hurt you more?” You pleaded for him to stop, that you didn’t mean it like that, that he just caught you by surprise, “Ah ah ah, don’t lie to me. I know you liked it, you want more, ah! And who am I to-to deny you? I wanna, ha~ feel that tight body that you’ve got wrapped around me, pulling my fucking cock in even deeper. I got you all folded up and I’m gonna,” a groan spilled from his lips above you, and you watched him with glassy eyes, “gonna pump you fucking full of my cum and you’re gonna love it. Gonna, fuck! Beg for it. Beg for me!”
Belphie’s hand raised to your face and you couldn’t help but finch away, waiting for him to slap you. But instead he wrapped his hand around your throat and you quickly tried to jerk your body away to no avail. “N-no! No stop, please! I’ll be good! I’ll cum for you, I will! Just please let go!” You couldn’t stand his hands on your neck, kissing and even biting was fine but you couldn’t handle this, especially with how he choked you with his tail earlier.
“Your skin is so pretty and bruised, did my tail really hurt you that much? Fuck, feel how tight you’re, ah! Squeezing me. C’mon beg for it, fuck~ beg for me to let go of you and maybe I just might.” He couldn't keep the loud moans from pouring out of his unhinged mouth, and you could see drool slipping past the mask onto your bloodied chest.
Your breathing had picked up faster, rapidly panting as his fingers rested across your neck, “Bel-Belphie, please please let go! I- fuck! You f-feel amazing! I love it when you’re so deep inside of me! Fucking me so good, ah~! I can’t, haah~ can’t be as loud if you’re hand’s wrapped around me! Please, won’t you let go, so I can, fuck! Breath! I wanna be good for you, please!” You could hear him growl through your begging, hand suddenly tightening.
Your arms and torso writhed as he pounded into you, you were close but him choking you had you seeing spots repeatedly. He loosened his grip and you gasped for air, “Just like that, yeah you’re gonna fucking beg me, just like you did.” He dug his nails into the meat of one of your thighs, pistoning of his hips rippling across your skin, “You’re so fuckin’ good for me. Tight fucking body, squeezing me for my cum. That’s what you want right? Want my hot load in you? Maybe you, ah! Want me to finish on you like before? Mark you the fuck up? Let every fucking demon out there know you’re fucking mine!”
His pace began to falter, and he anchored his hands on your hips and the bed, tail coming back up to your face, and you couldn’t help as tears poured from your eyes, both at the anxiety clawing you apart from the inside, and the rough pace Belphie had settled into. He easily wrapped his tail around your throat, the bruises from before throbbing hotly under the sensitive skin of tail. You could feel the raw skin of your wrists under his stockings as you kept desperately trying to wiggle free.
“I- ah! Fuck! I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it and- shit! Say fucking thank you. You’re gonna beg for me to finish you off, to let you cum on me. Let me fucking hear you.” You choked beneath him, his tail sporadically squeezing your neck. “I can feel how close you are, I know you wanna cum, but you’re, haah~ gonna have to ask permission. Maybe I’ll let you if you be real fuckin’ good.”
Your body jerked, knees pulling away from him as he repeatedly pounded into your sweet spot, hand making quick work of your sex and rubbing you intently, “Bel-phie! I want your cum! I want you to cum inside of me, and please please- fuck!” You went into a coughing fit as his tail tightened and tufts of his fur went into your gasping mouth.
“Please what?” You could hear his nasty grin, “I can’t hear you when you don’t speak up, human. What is it that you want from your demon?” You cried beneath him as his hips stuttered into yours, begging as well as you could with his tail on you and in your mouth, “Yeah that’s right, my cute human wants to take all my cum. Wants to cum on me. Gonna fuck you real deep and let you have it.”
He shifted his body to hold your legs straight, languidly stroking his cock along your walls and finishing inside of you. You gasped as you felt his hot load deep in you, filling your belly with a fire you hated. His tail had loosened a bit, and you took the opportunity to beg him, “Belphie! Please let me cum! I wanna finish with you! I can’t- I’m so close! Please, please, please!”
You couldn’t help the rapid bucking of your hips into his, though it didn’t amount to much considering your position and his tight grip on your ankles. You pulled taunt, muscles burning as you over exerted yourself, arms yanking on his stockings and, with one wrist free, threw your legs down, trying to whip your body up into his. He choked on his deep breaths as you came up at him, fingers grabbing in his direction. “Now give me your fucking mask!”
The animalistic growl that left him made your bones tremble, but this wasn’t the time for fear. His tail choked you, but you were in a frenzy now. Orgasm or not, you were getting your filthy hands on his fucking face. Tears burned your vision as he easily grabbed your arm, twisting you around and pinning you down. You cried out at the angle, bound arm pulling tightly against your muscles.
“You stupid fucking human! You don’t know what’s good for you!” He pulled your arm higher on your body and you couldn’t help but shriek, black spots once again swimming in your vision. “Fuck your soul, I’m gonna rip your heart out of your chest and eat that instead!” His hands clawed across your ribs and you cried louder, blood soaking the bed.
You fought the other stocking, and screamed as Belphie ripped it free, the pain searing your tendons but you knew it wasn’t broken at least. He jerked you up by your neck, tail tight enough that you could barely gasp for air, and he held you against his chest. “You’re an ungrateful whore, I give you the fucking of your pathetic little life, and this is how you thank me?!”
He tossed you to the floor off the thin bed frame. Crashing into the stone harshly, you felt your joints creak and scrape against each other. “Belphie-!” He roared as he came down on you, horns threatening to knock into your skull. Arms coming up to protect you, he pinned you down, pushing all the air from your lungs. You couldn’t help the ice cold fear pumping through your veins as you struggled against him in vain.
“You don’t get to say my fucking name!” His hand came up to grab your cheeks, but you instead turned to bite his fingers as hard as you could. He shouted, slapping you across the face. Blood filled your mouth at the force and you couldn’t help the blood speckled cough that left you, gasping for air.
Belphie reared up to strike you again and with a piercing screech, you kicked him in the chest as hard as you could, scattered thoughts conjuring up a spell for strength. “You’re the stupid fucking demon, Belphegor! Fuck you!” You leapt to your feet as he was stunned for a second, but not long enough to reach him first.
“Your soul is mine! And so is everything else! You worthless-” His eyes were nearly black as he rushed you, and in your livid fury, you shouted a spell of protection, calling upon your guardian angel to strengthen the barrier. Belphie’s claws bounced off and he shouted angrily, winding back for an even more powerful strike.
Your body moved on its own, lunging forwards and swiping his mask in a split second. Immediately you sprinted to the other side of the room and threw his mask into the void of darkness. Your lungs burned as you gasped for air, body trembling.
After moments of silence, you could hear Belphie’s confused soft voice call out your name, and you finally let your body crumple into a heap onto the floor, wailing with tears down your cheeks. Adrenaline leaving you in waves, you noticed how much your body hurt, how you could barely breathe, and the terrifying realization that Belphie was about to kill you. Again.
Another orb of light appeared in the air, a soft violet glow to it, and upon seeing Belphie still in his demon form, you couldn’t help the shriek that left you. Belphie physically recoiled from you. He tried to take inventory of what you looked like, but you kept pressing yourself closer and closer into the wall, begging him “no” over and over and trying to push and kick him away. His heart squeezed in his chest as he saw your bare torso, cuts and blood all over you, bruises wrapped around your arms, wrists, and neck.
“W-what... What happened? I- no, I didn’t... I didn’t do this.” His voice broke as he called your name again, trying to ground you to the here and now, hand reaching out, “I didn’t, I couldn’t have-” He looked down at himself, nude with his lower belly covered in your cold mixed fluids. Peering at his extended hand, he noticed his claws had blood beneath them, and the fur on his tail was wet. He trembled as he looked back at you, “I- no. No, I did, I hurt you, I-” He scooted closer to you, watching painfully as you threw your head back, cracking into the stone behind you.
He felt tears overflow in his eyes and spill down his cheeks, he needed to figure out how to get to you. He needed to calm you down, you were sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating, nails clawing at your throat and body shaking violently. He clenched his jaw, shouting an apology as he rushed you, horns and tail covered by his glamour. His arms wrapped around you tightly as you screamed, begging him not to kill you, to please leave you be, that you’d never do anything bad again, you’d be a good human.
His heart shattered as you weakly tried to fight against him, legs thrashing and arms flailing in his grasp. He tightened his grip on you, getting you to wear yourself out as you slowly started to hiccup and choke out sobs. Belphie rubbed your back gently as he muttered out apology after apology, reassuring he loved you and everything was over. It was the mask that possessed him to hurt you, that you were so precious in his life and he could never and would never hurt you again.
Belphie could tell you were hearing only half his words as you began to hyperventilate again, eyes wide and nails coming back to your abused neck. He quickly grabbed your hands, and watched helplessly as you doubled over and began to dry heave. Your loud gagging and body convulsions shaking him to the core as he rubbed your back. He whispered your name again softly, “Hey... it's okay, it's over. Please, please come back to me. It's Halloween and we’re at RAD. Beel and I had this medical room as a theme, but it's over, it's okay. I’m not going to hurt you, that’s in the past, I could never hurt you, I love you. I love you so much, please calm down. Please, just-just focus on my voice.”
Your trembling hands pulled themselves from his grip and tapped the floor, checking to make sure it was real. He brightened the light above you, and watched as you placed your palms all over the ground. “It's RAD, you’re okay, you’re alive. I’m here with you right now, it's Belphie. Please, please try to take deep breaths. Here, feel my chest, feel how I breathe in really deep and hold it... and then I let it back out slowly. Can you do that with me? Please? Just try and focus really hard, for me, please.”
Your trembling hands pressed into his chest, cold from the stone floor. Your deer-in-headlights gaze met his and he smiled as best as he could. He continued his deep breathing exercises, and your hands stayed against his chest. Slowly, your eyes started to focus on him, and actually began to see him. He gasped as he saw you become overwhelmed with emotions again, body quickly rushing to his.
You settled into his lap, legs locked around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck, face pressed tightly into the crook of his neck. You wailed against him, sobbing how he was possessed with the mask, how he choked you and then assaulted you. Finally ending it with how you tried to steal his mask via physical means, lamenting how stupid you were and weak and pathetic. He gently eased your face away from his body, brushing the tears from your cheeks and pressing a watery kiss to your lips.
“You’re not stupid. You’re brave, and full of love. And I’m so grateful you saved me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He accentuated each thank you with a kiss to your face, your cheeks, eyes, forehead, the tip of your nose. “I’m so sorry. I hurt you, I did all of this, I attacked you once and now I did it all over again. It’ll never happen again, I swear, I’ll die before I ever even think about hurting you.” His tearful gaze held yours for a long time.
Taking a shuddering breath, you loosened your grip around him, legs cramping slightly as you unwound them. “I have healing potions in my bag. Do you have those?” Belphie peered around you, and upon seeing them by his pile of clothes, he moved to sit you on the floor. You quickly panicked, clawing your way back flush against his body, nails sinking into his skin. “Don’t! D-d-d-don’t put me down, don’t let go! Belphie, please, please don’t-” He silenced you with a kiss and took deep breaths in front of your face, encouraging you to imitate him.
“Okay. I won’t. Come on, let’s get you up.” Belphie struggled a moment as he tried to stand up without losing his grip and dropping you. It would be easier if he could use his tail, but he wasn’t about to set you off again. He had no idea you held all of that panic and anxiety about the first violent encounter you both had. But he supposed it made sense, while it felt like you both had forgiven and forgotten, you obviously still carried it with you. You were a normal human person, not some seasoned angelic warrior or demon who regularly hunted other demons for souls and sport.
Belphie sat you both on the pathetic excuse for a bed, you still holding onto him tightly like a koala, and grabbed your little bag. As he brought it up, he could hear the clinking inside, and pulled out a random bottle. “Here, is this right?” You wiped your nose and nodded, remarking how it didn’t really matter, and downed it in one gulp.
He watched as your bruises faded and cuts meshed together into smooth skin again. He also glanced down at your thighs, peering back up, “Is it okay if I heal you? I know the spells.” You sluggishly nodded, and Belphie’s hands hovered over your sigils, whispering words of healing. “Ya know, Beel, Lilith, and I would have healing circles like these on us all the time. We had a habit of rough housing and getting scuffed up. We’d panic and try to heal each other before Lucifer saw us. He’d always give us such a lecture on how angels should behave and set an example for the younger ones.”
He smiled softly up at you, and you traced a finger down his cheek. “Thank you. For doing that and sharing your story with me. I wish I could’ve known you when you were an angel. Maybe even as a young angel, like Luke is. I bet you were cute as a button.” The smile you gave him didn’t quite meet your eyes, but it wasn’t hollow either.
“You’re wiped out. C’mon, let me take you somewhere to rest.” He pet your hair a bit, tilting your face towards him, “Is there somewhere I can take you? Where’s Beel right now?” You simply sighed, resting your forehead against him. He called your name again, and you told him where everyone else was staying.
“However, I don’t think we really have clothes to go there...” Belphie’s mouth dropped open a bit. Duh, of course you would want clean clothes... He racked his brain of any summoning spells he knew, but for clothes. Come on... He had to know one! Was he a demon with a know-it-all brother or not? He slapped his fists against his head slightly, “Belphie? Beel had his uniform here somewhere, do you have yours?”
Belphie tossed his palm against his face, he had completely forgotten he changed in here earlier. “I’m going to put you on the bed now and go over to that closet there, okay?” Your weary eyes watched him carefully, before humming your assent. He walked over and grabbed his clothes, slowly approaching you with hands open and out, “I’m going to come back to you now, okay? I won’t make any sudden moves.” Your owlish eyes followed him closely, before he sat down beside you and laid his uniform out.
“Here, you can wear my uniform, I’ll put the Halloween outfit back on. I’m sorry, but that's all I have.” You nodded stiffly, swallowing the lump in your throat before you let him dress you. “We can go back to the others and let you get some rest. I’m sure Beel will have something for you to eat to get some real strength back instead of these potions.”
You sighed, looking down at your scuffed feet. It would be for the best to recharge some batteries before hunting down the remaining three brothers. Plus, you feared Satan would be the hardest to fight off. He wasn’t the avatar of wrath for nothing - plus he was a born demon while all these others were fallen angels. Would he be even more violent than Belphie?
You shuddered. “Yeah, let's head back. Hopefully they put Luke to bed... I can’t look him in the eyes right now...” Your sentence faded, and held your hands out to Belphie. He hauled you up, then turned so you could get on his back. You couldn’t help the tired giggle, “You’ll carry me the way there?”
Belphie’s eyes met yours over his shoulder, “I’ll carry you anywhere you ask of me. I’d take you to the end of the world and back. It would be my absolute honor and pleasure.” You smiled softly, climbing up on him with some help. “Okay, let’s head up there.”
Upon reaching the empty classroom and peeking inside, you were relieved to see Luke wasn’t among the small crowd. Beel immediately shot up to stare at the two of you, and you weakly waved. Dia rushed to your side, sternly staring at Belphie. Looking to the side, he placed you down gently before going to stand with his twin. Dia’s hands were warm on your arms as he looked you in the eye, “You’re okay? What’s been happening?” You heaved a big sigh as you hugged him.
“Don’t worry about it right now, okay? I just need to rest a minute. These four brothers have given me a run for my money, and I really need some time to myself.” You gave him a soft punch to the chest, “Maybe a 20 minute nap. I still have three other pesky demons to save.” Dia frowned, what he wouldn’t do to go fetch the rest of the masks. So what if he hurt them in the process? Surely they would heal, and then you wouldn’t need healing yourself.
Simeon and Solomon approached the both of you, Barbatos keeping a stern eye on the brothers present. Simeon called your name gently, “Here, I made some snacks while you’ve been gone. And I believe Solomon has fresh clothes.” You sighed in relief, telling them how they were mind readers and allowing yourself to be led to a table - the table that was farthest away from the table the brothers were resting. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet their eyes.
Having a seat with the angel and sorcerer, you nibbled on some sandwiches while Simeon whispered angelic healing magic over your body. Solomon summoned a changing screen and they both helped you behind it. You shooed them away with a giggle about no free shows and they couldn’t help but laugh. They knew you had been going through a lot with these demons, but it seemed that Belphegor had particularly worn you thin. They both send a scolding glance to the demon in question, Belphie pointedly staring at the floor, Beel holding his hand.
You emerged in fresh threads and continued to snack on Simeon’s amazing cooking. Once you were done, Solomon laid out a few blankets on a table and urged you to get a quick 20 minute power nap. You were adamant he wake you, you weren’t playing around about going and fetching the other three brothers.
During your light slumber, it was four versus four. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon tried to question Mammon, Levi, Beel, and Belphie about what happened. The three were too ashamed to meet their accusatory glares, but Beel stood up and tried to open his mouth - yet no words could be heard. Solomon sighed, “They ordered you to not tell, didn’t they? It's rare for them to use their pact with you. I suppose it must be serious.”
Beel simply looked away before sitting down, resting his head on Belphie’s as they leaned into each other. Before long you would be up at it again, and going after a couple of the most dangerous brothers. Although Asmo wasn’t to be written off. With what they had all been doing to you so far... They were worried you wouldn’t make it out of Asmodeus’s plans for you.