Obey Me! Characters x Male! Reader • 1 | Closed! |

💜 Guilt 💜

Context: Belphie has been having recurring nightmares, for reasons you don't know. You wish you could help him. . .

Caution: There are spoilers mentioned (occurs around Lesson 16).

In this particular chapter: The start of the chapter involves one of the festival events that happened. What's going on occurs during the end of the festival.

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Belphegor watched (M|n), absolutely awestruck. The male's dance was absolutely beautiful. He couldn't help but smile at the other. How long had it been since they'd started dating? He couldn't remember. . .

He was glad that they were able to spend a little time together at the festival. He found that he was entranced by the male's fluid body movements. He knew what he was doing.

Whenever he stared at the male, instantly, guilt would pull at him. He couldn't help but remember the day he'd tried to kill (M|n). He was blinded by his rage and immense hatred for humans. He acted before fully thinking what he was doing through.

He felt fear creep into his heart as he realised that he could've been the reason that (M|n) was dead. He was thankful that the (M|n) from another timeline appeared before them.

He didn't know. . . If he could live with himself knowing that he'd killed (M|n). As the months wore on, and he got to know (M|n) more, he found that the male was a charming and adorable one. He had such a pretty personality.

Belphie couldn't believe that he'd tried to harm the only person who tried to help him. If he was really honest, if he could reverse time, he would.

He wished that his hatred hadn't almost cost (M|n) his life. The male didn't realise that he was staring so despondently at his love until a hand plonked itself upon his shoulder. Belphie's eyes shot up. They met Beel's concerned ones.

"Are you alright, Belphie? Feeling tired?" Beel murmured. Belphie forced a smile upon his lips and shook his head. He didn't want to seem weak in front of everyone. They'd all laugh at him.

"I'm okay. . ." He murmured. With a sigh, he trained his eyes back onto (M|n).

The male had stopped dancing. Their eyes locked. (M|n) held out a hand to Belphie with a glamourous smile on his lips. "Come on, Belphie!" (M|n) exclaimed. Belphegor tried to ignore the guilt and disgust that he felt as he took the offered hand.

Together, (M|n) and he danced amongst the many other demons. Belphegor hoped that these thoughts revolving around (M|n)'s death would vanish. Unbeknownst to him, the thoughts would take over his entire head and haunt him for the days to come.

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Belphegor tossed and turned. His hair was askew, sweat beaded his forehead. It was rare for the male to be so restless. He irritably sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He pouted, hugging a small pillow close to his chest.

Maybe he couldn't get a good night's sleep because he was missing his body pillow? Lucifer had confiscated it from him, demanding that it be cleaned.

He wondered for how long, would these nightmares continue to assault him? (M|n) was alive! Why did he have to continue to imagine a world where (M|n) was deceased?! The demon angrily picked up his D.D.D.. He debated on whether he should text (M|n). Would he laugh? Hopefully not. . . Belphegor decided to send his boyfriend a message.

He slumped onto his side, wincing as the bright light of his D.D.D. screen pierced his fatigued, violet eyes. He wrote (M|n) a quick text. For at least ten minutes, the male's thumb hovered over the send button. He was wondering in his head whether he should actually send the text or not. He didn't want to disturb (M|n)'s sleep. Finally, he came to a decision. He sent (M|n) the message.