Overcome (Belphegor x GN! Reader)

CH 17: Missed Opportunity

Belphegor shut the bedroom door behind him, thankful that today was over. He had been pretty bad about skipping classes lately.

Lucifer had practically dragged him to RAD himself this morning, regardless of how much Belphegor complained. At least now he was back where he felt most comfortable. Your room.

It had been a little over a month since you left the Devildom. Your room was nearly the only thing that brought him any kind of consolation after that day. Being in here hurt like hell, but it still felt like you were here. Your scent still hung in the air as though you had just left the room.

He tiredly shuffled over to your bed and climbed in under your blanket. When you told him you weren't taking everything of yours back home, it kind of upset him. Did you not like your things?

That wasn't the case and he knew it. If you were able to, you would have brought everything back. You said so yourself. As he snuggled deep into the comforter on your bed, he felt thankful you left a few things behind. They reminded him of you.

This was the comforter you bought not long after the ball. The Devildom was considerably colder than the human world, and you decided to buy a thicker comforter to battle the especially cold nights.

Your old comforter lay folded up in the closet along with some of the other things you left behind. A few shirts, a jacket, and the outfit you wore to the ball were hung up neatly. There were also a couple pairs of shoes set up on the top shelf next to some boxes of stuff you left behind.

Again, he was thankful for some of the things you left. This comforter was also the one that the two of you slept under together, and knowing so made it feel that much more cozy. Belphegor scooted down into it a little more and closed his eyes.

"Your" room had pretty much become his room. This was where he slept, where he took naps, and where he spent all of his spare time.

The only thing he really bothered touching was the bed. If he messed with anything else, it would almost feel like erasing the mark you left here.

Part of him felt bad too. Almost like all of this was causing him to leave Beelzebub behind. Beel didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest though. As long as Belphegor still spent time with him, Beelzebub wasn't one to complain.

As much time as he spent with Beel, the emptiness in his heart from your absence was never filled. He knew that the exchange program wasn't something that was going to last forever. He knew you had to go back.

Looking back on it, maybe he should have been apprehensive. Perhaps he should have just kept you at an arms length the entire time. Maybe it would have been best if you had just left him locked up in the attic.

That was a selfish thing to think though. The two of you shared so many good memories. If he would have stayed locked up in the attic, you would have been robbed of them all.

Not only that, but he wouldn't have gotten to see all the times you smiled. He wouldn't have gotten to hear your laugh. God, the love he felt for you was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

Belphegor was so close to confessing the night before you left. He would have done it too if it weren't for Satan's stupid phone call interrupting everything. After that, it felt like it was too late to say anything about it. Maybe that was for the best.

After rolling around in your bed for a little while longer, Belphegor let out a frustrated sigh and got up. It only took a few steps to cross your room and start digging through your closet. There was one thing that usually helped him sleep, and that was one of your shirts.