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᯽ 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑚 ᯽

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: After escaping from the attic, Belphegor spends a couple months hiding in Purgatory Hall and eventually, he finds himself falling for the human he thought he hated. When Diavolo finds him, you think the situation can't get any worse; but you soon learn you shouldn't challenge fate.

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝: Belphegor x reader, romantic build up

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: gn!reader, slightly bittersweet, check comments for the flower symbolisms!

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᯽ 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 1: 𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚 ᯽ 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 ᯽

Things haven't quite gone according to plan.

That was to be expected, of course, but you'd been holding onto that overtly optimistic idea that everyone would make amends and live happily ever after up until the last slimmer of hope for it was crushed between Beelzebub and that shelf. Worry starts to claw at the back of your mind, thoughts racing for a way to fix this. To put this family back together again, like you've been trying to do since you found the missing brother locked in the attic. You'd think he must be upset, considering the total chaos their reunion had erupted into..

And yet, Belphegor looks surprisingly overjoyed.

He clings to his twin, both grinning ear to ear in your new shared room. There's a sense of relief, a warm feeling of pure joy irradiating from them and you find that maybe, maybe things hadn't gone so awry after all.

You can still fix this.

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It takes some work to regain the trust of the older brothers. There are many misunderstandings to be cleared up, and fresh wounds that need time to heal, but you slowly build your way into a new normal.

The brothers help move your things over to your new room. Mammon, Satan and Asmo start to visit from time to time, and after a week or so Levi starts to call you for co-op games you can still play together.

You haven't talked to Lucifer about anything except your tasks. He seems to be avoiding Beel as well.

Your stay at Purgatory Hall might be much longer than anticipated.

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It's been two weeks since you've moved to Purgatory Hall, and now that you've finally mended your relationship with (most of) the older brothers, your attention starts to wander back to the youngest.

For most of the time, the twins are attached at the hip. Beel is all smiles with his two favorite people, and he often tells you how happy he is the two of you get along - how he knew you would. Belphegor simply looks back at his twin and smiles, subtly changing the subject and steering the conversation away from you.

At first, you thought he was just a little quiet. You two hadn't really had the opportunity to have a casual or laid-back conversation, he probably just wasn't comfortable around you yet.

You knew he was a liar - that much had been clear from the very beginning. But you might have underestimated how good he is at it.

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You think you get your first glimpse of Belphegor when Beel has to stay over at RAD for practice.

It's the first time you've been alone with him since he got out, and the ice feels so thick you don't know how to break it - you're not sure if you can break it - but you decide to give it a try. He's been amicable enough, so you manage to work up the courage to start up a conversation; and he crushes it before you can get a single word out.

"Don't even think of trying to get all friendly with me."

He glares at you, and your look of surprise is met with a scoff.

"It seems you've got the wrong impression - though I'm not sure what I expected from a human - so let me make this clear.."

Belphegor stands, and so do all the hairs on the back of your neck. He looks down at you in a way that makes every fiber of your body scream at you to get away from him, and you can feel the sweat start to run down your cold skin. You can't help the way you slowly crawl and try to keep a little more distance between you, and it almost seems to please him.

"You're only still alive because for whatever reason, Beel has grown fond of you. As long as you keep him happy, I can tolerate you."

Your trembling does little to stop him from stepping closer, and when his claws press into your cheeks, you bite back a whimper; it only makes his grip tighten.

Belphegor makes you look into his eyes, glowing violet like Aconitum.

"But the second you upset him, the moment you no longer mean anything to him, I'll kill you. Don't you forget that."

He walks away, and you're still shaking.

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That night, Beel tells you stories about Belphegor - stories about someone unlike the one you've met.

It makes you wonder if his words truly held any bite at all.

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Your second glimpse comes just a few days later.

You wake up in the middle of the night to Beel whimpering, and you're immediately out of your couch and leaning over the twins' bed. Your hands gently intwine with his, rubbing soothing circles over his knuckles as you'd done a couple times before. His grip is a little bruising, but it's not too much to bear.

You're so focused on Beel you don't notice his twin start to stir - you don't notice the horns starting to show until your wrists are yanked away by his tail. Belphegor is seething as he whisper-shouts at you.

"What do you think you're doing? I thought I made myself clear-"

"Beel is having a nightmare."

All his rage seems to disappear the moment he snaps back around to look at Beelzebub - still sweating and breathing erratically with his eyes shut tight. Belphegor is quick to slip back in bed and take both of his twins' hands in his. There's a soft, purple glow around him and the smell of lavander wafts around the room. You find yourself getting sleepy again.

"Is.. is Beel okay..?"

"Go away. I'll take care of it, just... just go back to sleep."

You're a little taken aback by how gentle his voice sounds, but you don't have the energy to keep talking right now.

You fall back asleep.

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The following morning, you wake up more refreshed than usual. Despite the dull ache on your wrists, you feel like you've gotten the best night's sleep of your life.

Beel seems to have slept well too, and looks like he's in a good mood. He grins when he sees you're up, and it makes you smile too.

Luke is the first to notice the faint bruising on your wrists, and the attention turns to you. You can tell everyone is worried - even Belphegor, who flinches at the question.

You make up some excuse about how you must've slept on top of them and everyone leaves it at that. Belphegor relaxes a little, but something still seems to be troubling him.

There's a small pot of ointment next to your pillow when you come back from RAD.

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Your third glimpse of Belphegor is a little awkward.

It happens on the day of Beel's big game, when you rush back to Purgatory Hall to make something for him to celebrate. You have to finish in time to go watch the game, so you come bursting into the kitchen.

You didn't expect to find Belphegor there. He looks like he didn't expect to see you, either.

"Beel's game. It's, uh, Beel's game is today."

He nods, and goes back to work. You can tell he's tense, but he doesn't seem irritated with your presence. You decide to push your luck. Setting down the utensils you were gathering, you turn to face him again.

"Hey.. why don't we work together?"

"What?"

He looks a little annoyed now, but you think you can still make this work. So you press on.

"Well, you're making something for Beel too, right? If we work together, we can finish faster. It's just more practical to team up."

Belphegor considers it for a moment, and nudges the recipe in your direction. You work together in silence, with Belphegor constantly glancing over at what you're doing. He stops you when you reach for the whisk.

"I'll do that."

You try not to let your surprise show, and try grabbing it again.

"It's alright. It's not hurting anymore."

He snatches the whisk from your hand.

"I said I'll do it. Find something else to work on."

You relent, and turn away to look for something else to do. When he speaks again, it's such a quiet whisper you almost miss it.

"...sorry."

You turn back around with a smile.

"I'll think about it if you talk to me sometime."

He doesn't respond.

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The next glimpse you get of Belphegor comes when he finally decides to give you a chance at getting to know him.

It's a couple days after your last conversation that he comes to you for the first time. You can't hide your excitement when he tells you he'll be at the rooftop at night, and as soon as everyone else falls asleep you're rushing up to meet him.

You find him waiting with his cow print pillow tucked against his chest. You sit a couple feet away from him, and remain silent.

"Well, I'm here."

You're not sure what he means by that, but he doesn't speak anymore.

"..so?"

"So talk. That's what you wanted, right? Then do it."

You expected this to be difficult, but he really isn't making it any easier for you. You figure you should probably try to get a subject out of him first, lest he get bored and walk away from you again.

"Okay. Then.. tell me something you like."

He groans. You sigh.

"Okay fine." - you try to think of something. - "You like stars, don't you? I think Beel mentioned that once."

"....I do."

You smile. A common interest: you've taken your first step.

"Okay, good! I like stars, too. I used to look at them all the time, though they're harder to see in the human realm."

He's listening, but he doesn't say anything. You follow his gaze to the sky, to the little dots shimmering in every color littered across the sky. You keep rambling.

"I hadn't had much time to look at them here. They're very different, aren't they?"

"That's because they aren't real."

"What?"

"The stars. They're fake. There's no light in the Devildom; just like our Sun, those stars are just magically simulated. They're not real."

"...oh."

You look back at them, and trace back the few connections you had thought to be constellations.

"I thought I'd seen a constellation somewhere. Do you have those here?"

"Yeah, we do. You probably saw Diavolo's - it's stupidly huge just like him."

You giggle at that, and you catch a glimpse of a smile ghosting his lips.

"It wasn't that big, though.. maybe it was another one?"

"Me and my brothers do have our own constelations.. or rather, the Avatars of Sin have their own constellations."

"Really? Where?"

He points somewhere, and you struggle for a bit but eventually find them - the seven constellations sitting side by side.

"They're pretty."

"Sure, I guess."

"What, you don't like yours?"

"It's not mine - it belongs to me now. It's different. "

He seems a little sensitive about it. You feel like you shouldn't pry into it.

"None of these look like the one I saw, though.. maybe I imagined it."

Belphegor hesitates, then curls further into himself.

"..yeah, maybe you did."

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They say the eyes are the windows of the soul.

As you share each time more sleepless hours alongside Belphegor, you feel as though he is drawing back his curtains.

You find that his Aconitum violets actually look a lot more like Hyacinth.

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It's casual, to you - the way Belphegor lurks around you. Witnessed only by the nightsky, your little rooftop encounters had quickly become routinery. It was only natural that you'd eventually grow closer to each other.

...to your fellow roommates, however, it's nothing short of appaling.

"Belphie, I need to get up."

"No, you don't."

You try nudging him off, to which he responds by snuggling further into your lap.

A couple feet away, Simeon and Solomon share confused glances from across the coffee table. They watch as you sigh and comb your fingers through the seventh-born's hair, who very happily leans into your touch with a self-satisfied smile, and Solomon is impressed.

"Maybe I should ask them for some demon-taming lessons."

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"There! That's the one!"

Belphegor is startled by your sudden outburst. You grab onto his arm and point at a group of stars with your other hand.

"That's the constellation I saw! It's so pretty.. what does that one represent?"

He knows what constellation you're pointing at before he even turns to look - so he doesn't. Belphegor knows all there is to know about those stars, how ethereal they look, how they shine so bright they could light up the whole sky..

....and how far away they are.

"...Belphie?"

He turns away from you, and you know the answer before he even has to say it. He knows you do, too - and it makes him want to push you as far away as he possibly can.

Belphegor isn't used to this, Belphegor isn't used to vulnerability. Belphegor isn't used to feeling scared, Belphegor isn't used to feeling guilty, and most of all Belphegor isn't used to being seen.

And for once, you see him.

Your hands are gentle and cautious, so very cautious, because you both know the slightest movement will break him. He flinches and shivers when your fingertips brush his skin, and all it takes is a single stroke of your thumb against his cheek for it all to come crashing down.

Belphegor hiccups, leans into your embrace and cries. Sobs gut-wrenching and so undeniably broken he starts to fall apart, fists taking your clothes in a desperate hold as he pulls you closer - and you comply. Your arms wrap around him, first delicate then tight, and he feels as if it's the only thing keeping him from shattering beyond repair.

"It's okay... it's okay, Belphie. I'm here. It's okay."

You let him spill all that's been boiling up inside him, let him cry and scream out against the crook of your neck until his voice gives out and your skin is damp. His tears start to dry and your arms start to ache, but you don't dare let go. He's still trembling in your hold.

"...why?"

"Hm?"

He is so uncharacteristically frail it frustrates him, and when your hands come up to rub soft circles along his back, he whimpers and grits his teeth.

"Why.. why are you being so nice to me?"

You're taken aback, both by his words and the anger slipping into his tone.

"I...I've been nothing but terrible to you. I lied to you, I used you, I insulted you time and time again.. I was going to kill you!"

He pulls back, and you can see the anguish in his face. His hands come up to grip your shoulders tightly.

"Why? Why would you do this? Don't you hate me?"

"No, I don't."

"How could you- what is wrong with you?!"

You cup his face with both of your hands, and make him look into your eyes.

"Belphegor, listen to me. You were not the first to insult me, to use me, or to try to kill me. I'm not naive, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to set you free."

"Then.. why did you do it?"

"Well.. at first, I was doing it for Beel. He really missed you a lot, y'know? But.. after a while, I was doing it for you. And I don't regret any of it."

"..for me?"

"Yeah, for you."

You smile, and pinch his cheeks. Belphegor is clearly dissatisfied with your answer.

"I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to meet the Belphegor Beel would talk my ears off about, and I wanted to understand you. I think I do now."

Belphegor places his hand over your own, and looks at you expectantly.

"Do you, really?"

You take a deep breath, and look back at him. Back at those Hyacinth violets of his.

"I understand you're hurting. You feel guilty, don't you?"

He flinches, and looks down. His hand holds onto yours a little tighter.

"Belphie.. please be honest with me."

He's quiet, for a moment. You can hear his breathing go a little erratic again.

"...it should've been me."

You rub his cheek, and let him speak.

"I should have been the one to get hit. Then things wouldn't have been like this."

He looks angry; it makes you wish it was at you. At anyone but himself.

"She would've been able to fix it. She would've kept everyone together... and I was never as close to them as she was, so it would've been easier to-"

"No. No it wouldn't, Belphie. They would've grieved you all the same."

He laughs, and it tastes bitter on your tongue.

"Would they, really? Tell me, then: how many of them even cared that I was away? How many of them wondered how I was, how many of them even missed me at all?"

You open your mouth to speak, but he goes on.

"You saw their faces when I broke free. You saw how Lucifer reacted. And I know you've heard how they speak of me, so how can you sit there and tell me it would've been the same?!"

You feel your own eyes turn glossy with tears.

"They love you! You know they love you, Belphie! They just don't know how to talk to you anymore. And... and I love you, so stop saying you should've been dead!"

You pull him against you, and hold him as close as you can. Your arms wrap around him tighter than ever, and he stills in your hold.

Belphegor can't believe what he just heard, but your words echo inside his head.

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