Obey me: Before I Met You

Before I Met You: Beelzebub (1)

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mentions of gore and self cannibalism.

Those who sleep to distract themselves from eating may come across some strange dreams. For him, his sleep wasn't a distraction. More so, his hunger ate away at him in his sleep. He had one of those strange dreams.

His dream was just that in the beginning. A dream. He sat lonely at the head of a long table with food as far as the eye could see with the main course waiting for him at the other end. Each dish was different from the course to the flavor and texture, but he was sure that it was all food he had eaten before. All of his favorite foods. Eating through each dish proved to not be a problem for the gluttonous one and within minutes he had already eaten through half the table.

He had already eaten so much but he still craved more. He caved the entree that waited on the other side for him. He could smell it. With the snacks that were once surrounding devoured, utensils began to make themselves present. It started with spoons to help with the desserts he was now faced with. Soon it turned to forks that he held with a strong fist as he picked at the chopped meat dishes. But he still hungered for more. He was approaching his goal.

The smell of the main dish was a rare, delicate smell that made him instantly drool. Roasted demon. A lone knife met him as he finally approached the other end of the long table. Unable to control his hunger, he neared the unrecognizable body that only smelt of delectable sinful flesh. He rose the knife above his head and stabbed the unmoving figure at the base of his throat, carving deep into the skin as he dragged the knife down to his navel. But something was wrong.

This demon wasn't roasted. It was very much alive. Something wasn't right at all. The demon above him continued to carve away at his tender flesh until it turned to flaps, exposing his insides. The demons eyes popped open and his gaze landed on the demon above him. It no longer looked like him, but he still knew. He looked like a true monster guided by nothing but his stomach. He no longer felt pain as he was forced to watch the monster in his dream eat away at him. He couldn't scream and he couldn't close his eyes again. He could only look on as his dream turned into a nightmare.

Eventually he found the strength to wake up again. He sat upright in his bed in a flash as he heaved with labored breaths. He slowly rose a shaking hand to his throat that he found was still in tact and sighed with relief. If he had learned one thing, he learned that he was no longer in control of his body.