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tuskzemike · 4 years
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You were supposed to be happy for them.
You were supposed to congratulate them on their sister's return.
You were supposed to be down stairs laughing and cheering with the brothers.
"But you're not." Satan sighed out.
"İ'm not, and ı'll never do those things again."
Satan wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand and went to get your suitcase "İf you wish so."
And you dug your nails into the tender skin of you palms, yes, yes you wanted this, you couldn't live like this at least not here. Because the moment they saw Lilth you were forgotten, the long, emotional talks with Mammon? Gone. Playing games with Levi 'till you felt like you're thumbs were gonna fall off? Gone. Spa days with Asmo? Gone. (Trying)Cooking with Beel? Gone. Cuddling with Belphie under a blanket with two cups of hot cocoa? Gone. Lucifer's newfound sincerity and friendlyness? Gone. All forgotten and left upstairs to rot as they cry of joy in the living room.
Just then without a single knock the door opens and in stumbls Lilth.
"Oh Satan i've been looking all over for you, why don't you come downstairs and have some fun?"
Her smile is blinding, no wonder the brothers picked her over you, she still looks like an angel. Satan mumbles out something about being tired and goes back to helping you pack but it seems that Lilth dosen't care/realize all that much.
"MC do you think we could chat for a bit?"
You raise an eyebrow and gesture for her to carry on.
"No, no privately."
Outside your now ex-room she wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you cheek.
"İ just wanted to thank you, they told me about how much you helped them and about with Belphie and everything."
Her finger press aginst your neck as gentle as they can, almost no pressure yet the phantoms of that night coil around you and hiss.
"Does it still hurt? İ-İ'm so sorry what and imdecent question to ask, just thank you for looking after them, it's really wonderus how close they've grwon to you."
She blushes a pretty shade and Helen hisses from her new home.
"Maybe one day we'll ve just as close?"
"Maybe."
Back in you room you open the suitcase take out the 'famliy' photo you had taken last year and kiss Satan on the cheek and write your new address on some scrap paper.
"Don't ever give it to them."
"İ won't."
And that night with sin dripping out of your eyes you flee the Devildom, hopefully, for good.
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