𝕆𝔹𝔼𝕐 𝕄𝔼 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊; 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝🦋

💤𝔹𝔼𝕃ℙℍ𝕀𝔼𝕩𝔾ℕ!𝕄ℂ - ꜰʟᴇᴇ

[9:54pm]

"Leave me whilst you still can."
He uttered against your skin,
his lips resting against your cheek,
inhaling your scent.
"Flee."

Belphegor pulled away from you now,
out of your embrace.
The avatar of sloth gave you a lazy yet sincere smile,
all whilst resting a hand on your shoulder.
Almost as if to assure you that it was,
infact,
alright to go.
He was finally letting you go.

During your time knowing the demon,
it was always tense.
You could never forgive him for killing you,
you could never shake away the fear and pain you felt in the moments of which life was being drained from your body.
You could never forget the echo of your body falling against the flooring,
how badly all your limbs ached,
how much blood gushed out from your back.
None of the demon brothers knew you could still recall that night.
The night you died,
to the hands of their own brother.

Yet Belphegor sensed you could:
he could tell from how you bolted up at night,
tears streaming down your face silently,
your eyes wide and darting around the room down onto his figure,
hands shaking as you clutched the sheets.
You were petrified of him,
and he knew it.
Hence why now,
weeks after making the discovery,
he was giving you the opportunity to leave for good.
And it was an opportunity you couldn't pass.

You stood up,
eyes still connected to his,
never breaking it as you cautiously took his hand down from your shoulder.
Bottom lip quivering,
you gave him a slight bow before looking up to his gaze again.
It seemed softer now,
almost sadder.
What if this was some joke?
Was he really going to let you go this easily?

"I promise you, it's okay to leave.
I don't want to put you through anymore pain, yeah?"
Softly he spoke,
his light gaze never leaving yours as you nodded way too fast then scurried off:
no goodbye,
no more words needing to be said.
He had set you free.
Maybe he felt disheartened and hurt at the fact you appeared to be so thrilled and excited to return home,
but could he blame you?
His very own hands had caused your death,
intentionally may I add,
yet those same hands were the ones he held you close in.

He knew you would be better off without him,
you both knew it,
it was now time for your story to end as you both returned back to more normal and less tense days.
Belphegor knew though,
that how he had acted would be a guilt he'd carry for the rest of his time left,
however long that may be.