My Seven Deadly Sins

🍬Softly - Beelzebub x Y/N

Soundtrack: Winter Aid - Stacks, Mountains

‼️Trigger warning‼️

this chapter includes scenes of depression and mentions of suicidal thoughts.

There are days when the light fluoresces the universe and enliven the diurnal creatures. So there will be other days where there's nothing but caliginosity enclosing the atmosphere. And that is the epitome of time, yet it also depicts all that is going on inside me

It simply is a conundrum of emotions when you're someone with issues. I'm not talking about external goings-on, it is more on the inside of your head. Issues nobody knows but yourself, and the unexplained conflicted switches between a ray of sunshine and a murky cloud.

The moment I opened my eyes this morning, the subconscious decided to be at the peak of my chipper mask.

"You're early," Lucifer says from behind me when I'm on my way to the dining hall.

I turn around to see a freshly showered Lucifer in his RAD uniform. "I know, right? I woke up before 6 this morning!"

"Why?" a crease is formed in his forehead. "If I'm not mistaken, isn't today supposed to be Beelzebub's schedule for meal prep?" Lucifer tries to cover a yawn with the back of his gloved hand, but it is still unavoidable.

I believed he was an early bird from that stringent attitude when I first came here, but I was all wet by that judgment! I once saw him, already sitting at the dining table with breakfast ready for the rest of us at 6 am. I thought he might have woken up so early for this, but it turned out that he had not slept at all since the night before. Also, there are times when Lucifer would sleep until past noon and would be very cranky if we wake him up.

"Yes," I jounce my feet, hopping from one step to another. "I just felt like waking up early today!"

We proceed to enter the dining hall where Satan, Asmo, Levi, and Beel have already set themselves in their seats.

"Good morning!" as I greet them, surprisingly louder and more cheerful than I usually would. "What's for breakfast today?" I pull my chair in between Asmo and Satan.

"We're having pancakes!" Asmo cheers when I sit down next to him. Satan doesn't even bother glancing my way as his eyes are glued to the book in his hand.

I serve myself two pieces of them on my plate before adding butter and pour some syrup on top. "This is so good! Thank you for the food, Beel~" as I say in a sing-song voice after shoving a huge bite into my mouth.

"Hmmph... hmh... pff!" Beelzebub mumbles in unfathomable words while he's busy devouring a mountain pile of pancakes.

"Well, aren't you energetic today, Y/N?!" Asmo chuckles. "It's too cute!" He yelps excitedly before throwing his hands around me. He nuzzles his cheek into mine, giggling like a teenage boy.

"Oy, get ya dirty hands off of Y/N!" Mammon says when he walks inside with Belphie tailing in his back.

"No way..." Asmo exclaims. I particularly don't care about it, I am already used to Asmo's constant physical touch by now.

Lucifer sighs, "just be quiet and eat your breakfast, Mammon!"

"Why am I the only one getting scolded here?" Mammon protests but he still obeys his older brother.

-Later on that day-

Classes are finally over, but I still don't want to go home yet. It's too bad that when I am this lively, my schedule for the day goes by in a flash, leaving me with a lot of spare time.