𝕆𝔹𝔼𝕐 𝕄𝔼 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊; 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝🦋

🕸𝔹𝔸ℝ𝔹𝔸𝕋𝕆𝕊𝕩𝔾ℕ!𝕄ℂ - ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ

Barbatos - The Prince's loyal butler who you had managed to know more than anyone.
The butler who you saw for more than Diavolo's servant.
You were the first person, let alone human, to see him for him.
And maybe that's why he let his walls come down so fast,
something was different about you right from the get go.

Yet Barbatos still remained calm and collected to the public eye,
keeping your 'relationship' on the down low.
In all honesty, there was no label.
But you provided him comfort that he had been craving for years,
so it might as well been labelled.

The Loyal Demon knew that if you two were found out,
all hell would break loose,
the boys would lose their shit and Diavolo wouldn't shut up:
yet as your relationship progressed and his love for you blossomed even more,
Barbatos started worrying more.
His paranoia of people finding out started creeping up on him,
he started becoming more wary of who you hung out with,
he became more attentive to you than his own Lord.
So he tried his best to cut the relationship off, he really did.

But everytime, he, the powerful Barabtos,
found himself returning to you and your open arms every single time.
It was a cycle, an unbreakable cycle.

And right now, at 3:33 in the morning,
he couldn't help but try to ignoring the longing in his head as he waited.
Waited for you to awake from your slumber besides him,
watching your face as you slept peacefully,
your chest slowly lifting up and then down again.
You truly were stunning.
In that moment,
Barbatos promised himself to remember all the grooves of your body,
your very scent and how your skin felt against his,
your breath tickling his neck,
as he knew that in a mere few hours at sunset you would be gone again,
just as fast as the night would leave.

And the cycle would come to a halt, he knew that.

He knew that hurt would come with this ending too,
but it was enough for him.
The cycle was bound to end someday anyways, he thought to himself,
as he slipped back under the covers, pressing a small kiss to your temple and holding that position for a few seconds longer,
lingering,
engraving this sacred moment into his memory,
to look back onto within the thousands of years to come in which you wouldn't be by his side anymore.

You will always be my first and last thought.
You will always be enough for me.