🌈Belphegor❤(Burgundy)🌈

                                    

                                          
(Intensity, unique, controlling, reserved, intimidates, reassuring, somber, ambitious)
                          
(Contains spoilers for a few lessons) 
                          
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(No ones pov) 
                          
A tired moan leaves the demon's lips as he feels a weight on his chest, a weight he had grown used to over the past few months of being freed from the attic. The human exchange student was the cause of such freedom. At first he hated them and had used them for his own gain, he only wished he could take it all back, they had been fearful of him for the first few weeks, even though they tried to hide it behind a smile and false niceties. Once he fully got to know them, he only started to grow an interest in humans again, and he grew an emotion for them he wasn’t so fond of before everything happened. If it hadn’t been for the human he may have been still stuck in that somber attic all alone. 
                          
“Belphegor” he hears his name slip past their lips in a tired tone, trying to push themselves closer to him but with no success only causing him to chuckle muffled behind the blankets piled on top of them and around them. He watches as their head pokes out from under the blankets and rests on his chest, a drowsy smile rests on their lips as they look at him. 
                          
“Have a good nap?” he questions softly, a yawn leaving his lips soon after he speaks. This only makes them move closer to him pressing a soft kiss to his lips for a split second, only to pull away. 
                          
“I should be asking you that, after all you convinced me to do this” they chuckle sitting up and one of thin burgundy blankets slips off of their shoulders as they stretch. A smile falls to his lips without him realizing it, his hands begin to reach out to them but stop just inches from them. He still held memories from the day he had killed a version of them, he would never say it out loud, but he was still afraid it would happen again but this time what if they don’t come back? It was his fault that he wanted to be in control of his brother's emotions and the situation. They often told him with a smile, that it was in the past. But it still had been locked in his mind. He watches them sigh sitting back down fully on the bed, their hair disheveled from the nap and their hands that were trying to brush it back down but with no success. “Belphegor?  Are you fine?” their voice almost immediately snaps him out of his thoughts 
                          
“Yeah, just tired still” he chuckles out, pressing himself further down against the bed, once again trying to get comfortable, his eyes closing for a second but open again when he feels a weight on his legs and chest. A blush comes to his cheeks as they hover over him with a stern expression. 
                          
“You’re acting more reserved than normal Belphegor” their hands rest on either side of his face as they lean down pressing a kiss to his forehead. A small hum leaves their lips as they lock eyes with the demon below them. “You don’t have to keep whatever you’re feeling to yourself” they state their thumbs caress his skin as they still cupped his face. 
                          
“I still don’t get it,” He whispers, pressing his hand to one of theirs, bringing it to his lips as he softly kisses their hand. “I hurt you so much, I even killed you to spite my brothers” he pauses as they only lean closer, he feels their breath hitting his exposed skin, it causes him to shudder from the feeling, his heart picking up its pace in his chest. He avoids any eye contact with them “why would you want to be with me? Even after all I did to you?” his voice breaks off as he finishes speaking, their warmth makes him feel more uncomfortable as the conversation continues, yet in their warmth he feels a comfort he knows he should have never gotten. A small huff leaves their lips as they press themselves closer to him, lips almost pressed fully together. 
                          
“So that's what's wrong.” they hum out, not pulling away, but not moving closer either. In the silence that builds up he can hear his heart, which is beating loudly in his chest. “Belphegor, it’s in the past. Who you were doesn’t matter to me, it’s who you’ve become along the way that matters. You’ve grown since then” they state pressing multiple kisses to his cheeks, as he is unable to move under their affection. A chuckle slips his lips and his hands rest on their waist as he tries to push them away. 
                          
“It still won’t take what I did back… you helped me and I killed you all because you were a human.” he mutters lowly, an intense feeling grows in his chest, his lungs burning as if he has forgotten how to breathe as he looks at them. A growing hate and regret fills every part of his body. He tries to continue but a pair of lips are slammed against his, silencing him from speaking anymore. 
                          
“Belphegor, I’m here and so are you, that's all that matters” they mumble against his lips, the vibrations coming from their words sends his heart racing even faster than before. In the heat of the moment he wraps his arms around them tightly, pulling them even closer to his body. Maybe they were foolish to love him, he would never let that slip his mind. But in that moment he realized how much he loved them, and how much they loved him. It was something he never wanted to let slip past his fingers…