Crossing Dimensions

Conclusion | 2/12

MONTH 2, WEEK 4 (Events are in order of what comes first but the date is not written)

Days passed, and your initial fear of Belphie (Belphegor, as you soon found out from his DevilGram) decreased somewhat. You haven't built up the courage to climb the staircase again (Lucifer no doubt having taken his place by now), but there is no way you'd forget what he said to you. You had the recording, after all.

"Can't believe he didn't notice," Chara commented as you played the recording for what seemed like the fifth time.

"Why do you think he asked for Beel? And why Mammon and Levi? I mean, I'm friends with Mammon, but no pact." Chara shrugged wordlessly to your questions. You supposed you can find the answers soon.

*

"Oi, Rubina!" Mammon called, rushing towards you. He looked messy, uniform more askew than normal. His tie isn't even on his neck anymore.

"What's wrong?" You asked, wiping some dirt off his uniform.

"Mmm..." He fidgeted in place, leaving you confused. "Can ya come to my room after school? I got somethin' important to say."

"Can't you say it as we walk to class?" You began walking again and Mammon shook his head.

"'S private." You stayed in silence until you arrived at your class. "See ya."

"See you." You said in turn and entered, silently wondering.

"Ooh, a date?" A sultry voice popped up from behind you, and it's NOT Chara.

"Asmo!" You said, alarmed. He swung his arms loosely over your neck.

"I didn't expect you to capture him so fast! Well, I can't expect anything from him." Asmo pulled you closer to him, squishing your faces together. "I'll be sure to be your next, darling!" He laughed fleetingly, the light laugh he always used and left you be, more confused than ever. You understood his words, but...

There is no way this is a date, right? Who meets and dates in the first month they've seen each other, right?

...

RIGHT???

...

Your cheeks, despite yourself, turned into a dark shade of red. You quickly shake out of your what-ifs. Impossible.

But-

NOPE. DON'T YOU DARE.

*

You knocked on his door and with a grunt, he lets you in. This isn't the first time you've been in his room, but it always surprising to find that it's as messy as it is. Clothes were strewn on the floor and chairs, but the bed neatly made. Although curious, you aren't going to question his ways.

Mammon still has his uniform on and so do you, having rushed over here ASAP (Mammon disappeared when he was supposed to accompany you, so Satan took his place and you took the opportunity to ask him questions about Devildom's geography). You pulled the clothes off a random chair and sat on it, asking: "So... what is it you needed?"

Mammon murmured something too quiet for you to hear, so you asked him to repeat it. "I said, let's make a pact."

"What." You questioned, although it sounded more of a statement. "Say that again."

"How many times do ya want me ta say it?! Make a pact with me!" Still adamant that this not real (is this the real life, or is this reality?), you asked once more.

"But why?"

"Just do it! I ain't happy that Levi's you're first, so I'll settle for second best, alright?!"The wheels start turning.