Belphegor x Reader: Reconciled

Chapter One

The Human

I held my coffee cup in my hands, rolling it back and forth between my palms. How is no one else noticing this? I thought to myself. I took a sip of coffee. I continued to watch like the scene before me was a television show. Beelzebub was practically falling asleep at the breakfast table, his orange-haired head resting on a hand, dipping and bobbing dangerous as his eyes fluttered closed. Wrapped under his other arm was his twin brother, Belphegor, cuddling his pillow tight, very much asleep.

Around me the other demons chewed and chatted, preparing for the upcoming day of classes. They seemed unconcerned by the situation happening with the twins across the table. Beel's head slid down his hand and landed on the table with a thud, toast crumbs scattering. Belphegor flinched visibly and snuggled deeper under his twin brother's arm. This is friggin' ridiculous. I finished my coffee in a large gulp, stood up and made my way to the other side of the table. I shook Beel's arm until he lifted his head. I cupped his cheeks in my hands and examined his face. There were dark circles under his violet eyes. "Beel, go have a warm shower and get back to bed. You're too tired to even eat."

"Huh? No, I'm fine." He mumbled through a yawn, his head leaning heavily in my hands.

"Yuh-huh, and I'm queen of the Devildom," I replied tartly. I spoke loudly to the demon next to us; "Asmo, will you please get Beel off to bed and see that he get's something to eat?" I rolled my eyes at the lewd comment the Avatar of Lust made, and returned my attention to Beelzebub. He opened his mouth to protest, but only a yawn escaped his lips. Why won't these demons just listen to me once in a while? I narrowed my eyes, giving my best stern face. "Off you go, Beel."

"But Belphie..." Beelzebub said in his low voice, "I can't leave him alone..."

"I'll take care of him. Go on." I said, releasing Beel's cheeks. I slipped my arm between him and his twin brother, taking the weight of Belphegor's body against my side. Beel left quietly, perhaps too tired to argue with me or maybe I had gained some small piece of authority, but either way, Asmo cheerfully following after him. Gushing about soap and showers and sheets. I sat down on Beel's vacant chair and adjusted the Avatar of Sloth's sleeping form against me. Slowly the other brothers left the dining room, making odd faces in my direction and soon, and it was only Belphie and I.

I sighed heavily. Why did I do this? No one else seemed concerned. I stroked the demon's blue and white hair softly, tucking the perpetually loose strands behind his ears. Now what do I do? Belphegor was deeply asleep, and as manageable as a burlap sack filled with potatoes. "Belphegor, wake up," I cooed, "come on, wake up and I'll get you to bed, hmm?" I felt him curl up around his cow-patterned pillow, nuzzling his head deeper. I groaned to myself.

Not even a week ago, Belphegor had tried to kill me. The tension between he and his brothers was obvious. They were tip toeing around the Avatar of Sloth like he was a hibernating bear, cold and asleep and filled with misdirected anger. Well, maybe not that misdirected, considering. Now that I was alone, I was very nervous. I survived unscathed from the murder attempt – sort of. Alternate timelines and demon powers, but Belphie had shown his intentions pretty damn clearly. And here I was, holding him against my chest while he slept.

The Avatar of Sloth

He was falling. There was nothing around him. No clouds, no sky, no moon, no stars. There was nothing below him, and nothing above him. But he knew that he was falling. There was a screeching in his head, a crushing pressure in his chest stopping him from breathing. He was reaching desperately around him, fingers searching the chaos for something, anything to grasp. He screamed for help. His voice was swallowed by the void about him. Falling. He kept falling. Falling. Falling.

Belphegor woke up quickly, stars danced in front of his eyes. "B-Beel?" He called out, leaning into the warmth beside him. His heart was pounding, he hated that dream. His twin used to have it too, but it had stopped for Beelzebub. Why was he still having it? He wrinkled his forehead, and slowly opened his violet eyes. "I don't feel well, Beel." Belphie said, his voice muffled by his pillow.

"I'm not your brother, Belphie." Said a gentle voice. The demon lowered his pillow and gazed upwards at the source of the speaker. It was her, the exchange student, the human he had tried to kill. Stroking his hair, and rubbing the space between his shoulder blades with a tender hand. His stomach sunk. Was it because he had expected his twin? Or... "I sent Beel to bathe and go to bed. He looked exhausted; I couldn't watch him anymore. He was falling asleep on his toast," the exchange student said.

Belphie sat upright, pulling himself away from the woman. She gave him a surprised look, and then settled back into her chair. "Where is everyone else?" Belphegor asked between a yawn. He fixed her with a suspicious glare. "Were you watching me sleep?"

The human covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Yawns were contagious, as the humans liked say. "Sort of, I guess. I told Beel I'd keep an eye on you. As for everyone else is, they all went to class by now, I bet. Well, except Beel, probably." She stretched her arms upwards and then brought them down to cross before her chest. She regarded him with a cautious look, her eyes narrowed and chin up defiantly. "So? Why is Beel so tired? Is it that twins 'I feel what you feel' stuff?"

"Yeah... I think so." The Avatar of Sloth said, sitting up fully upright. "I'm still tired. I'm going back to bed." He stood up from his chair and moved to leave. A hand caught his sleeve. The woman regarded him with a tilted eyebrow.

"So then, maybe you don't go to your room." She said.

"Why?"

"Because the closer you two are to each other, the more... strongly? Potent? This whole thing is." She waved her free hand back and forth at him, her voice dry. "It is some serious co-dependence stuff."

"Then where?" Belphegor said tersely. He tossed his bluish-tipped-white hair from his eyes. "Your room?"

"Hardly! I have Mammon in there all day already, and I don't need you moving in too." The human said, an amused smile dancing on her lips.

"I'm an improvement on Mammon though." Belphegor said, a coy smile on his lips. The woman released his uniform sleeve. She canted her head at him, a wary looking crossing her face. "What?" The demon asked.

"Mammon's never... Mammon's never tried to kill me, Belphie." She said, she glanced away from him.

"I guess you're right..." The demon said. His chest squeezed. Why did he feel so uncomfortable?