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Your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest the second the doors open wide. Hearing your name being called by their voices again, it's never felt so gut wrenching. These doors used to welcome you inside with warm arms, but now you only know it for shutting you out when you needed to be comforted the most.

Frozen in place, so many words wish to escape but you still remain speechless as all you can do is stand and stare. As much as you want to believe that you miss them, it's difficult to convince yourself to fall for that lie.

You're only here to see how they're holding up, and nothing more.

Nothing more.

"(MC)! You came back!" Luke is the first to run to you. Clinging to your side, his fingers grasp onto your clothes tight, afraid of you leaving him behind without warning again. You may have only been gone one night, but that alone was enough to scare him.

Simeon lets the little one have his moment with you before he steps closer. "You had us worried. Where did you go?" his gaze shines a sympathetic light as the question he poses sound full of concern.

You catch a lump in your throat as you shoot a quick and sharp glance at the brothers behind him. You swore to yourself that you'd keep your shattered image hidden away from their eyes. Your weakened side gave it's final performance last night and never again will it make an appearance for those so undeserving.

"Um... I'd really rather not talk about that right now," you try to laugh it off with a soft chuckle. "Especially not here."

Those words trigger a slight twitch of Mammon's fingertips and it instantly catches your eye. It becomes apparent that he wishes to take the initiative but not even a second later, his digits curl into a tight fist instead as he holds back whatever it is that's longing to make the right move. You can only scoff as you watch.

Stubborn as always.

"Well, if none of us want to say anything else..." Simeon turns to eye Lucifer, whose pride has sunk to an all time low. The man can't even bring himself to face you. "... We'll go. Come, we'll go to Purgatory Hall, (MC)."

Goosebumps rise on your neck as an uncomfortable sensation pricks your nerves. "W-Wait, Simeon. (O/N)... I don't want to intrude-"

His hand slides around your shoulder and he pulls you in while he leans close. "(MC), trust me. We know," he whispers into your ear in a hushed tone. "We'll tell you when we get home."

As you and the angel walk ahead, Solomon gently nudges Luke forward with a smile to urge him to follow along. Though confused and uninformed about most of the tension, Luke doesn't mind leaving to spend a few more minutes with you. In fact, anything seems to be better than sticking behind, so he runs ahead.

With only the sorcerer left with the brothers, he adjusts his turtleneck and lets out a breath once he sees your silhouettes disappear around the bend. "Simeon will take care of them... As for us, I believe we should start looking for (O/N)."

"But, don't you think we should-?" Beel almost gives chase as he pieces together an apology for you to hear.

Solomon cuts him off abruptly, "No, I don't. Now's not the time, we've already left (O/N) on the run for a little too long. Besides, if you wanted to say something, you should've done so earlier."

The sixth born has nothing to add, knowing full well that Solomon is in the right with what he has to say. "Fine, then what do you think we should do? To look for (O/N), I mean. Lucifer, do you have any ideas?"

The question remains unanswered as the eldest stares a little longer at the corner that you turned, distracted. It takes a repeat of his name to snap him back into focus. "Right, we... need to think clearly. We left off on searching the entire realm, we'll have to think of better plan," he mumbles, the lack of sleep inevitably catching up.