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despereaux7writes · 4 months ago

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Obey Me (OG): Lesson 16-19

I wrote this a couple years ago. I really needed to write down my interpretation of what happened after all that mess happened in Lesson 16-19 (you know, when Belphie murders you :v ). I believe all the dialogue is pulled word for word from the game, but I wrote everything else :p

Oh also, so my MC's name is Des (big surprise I'm sure lol) and I didn't have the energy to go through everything and change it to "MC" or [y/n] like people often do, so sorry if that makes it not as fun to read :v It's also not finished but we can just ignore that...

But here it is! I hope you enjoy! :3

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“Here you go,” said Barbatos, setting down the large tea tray on a table already packed full of a wide variety of pastries and sweets. “It’s a special Mandragora blend,” he added as he quickly stepped out of the way as the demon brothers crowded into the living room, followed by Lord Diavolo. Barbatos had a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp and calculating as he watched you being shepherded towards the treats.

Asmodeus giggled with excitement. “Yay! Afternoon tea prepared by Barbatos!” he sang, sitting down on one of the plush couches and pulling you down next to him. There was a small scuffle as a number of the other brothers all tried to fill the remaining seat next to you at once, but your blood ran cold as Belphegor stole the coveted spot, pushing up against your side you as he shoved away a protesting and persistent Mammon.

You froze, your muscles instantly tense. Why was he sitting next to you?? He had made his hatred of humans... very clear... and while learning about what really happened to Lilith seemed to have changed things, someone couldn’t just shut off a burning, festering, hatred that they had held onto and been consumed by for countless centuries just like that, could they?

Everyone around you laughed at something as they all took seats around the table of treats, but you barely heard it. All you could focus on was the heat of Belphie’s body as his arm pressed up against yours, and the tug at your sleeve as he grabbed at it in a clingy manor. You could hear your heart racing as it thudded heavily in your ears, your throat getting tight and your mouth going dry. Was he just pretending? Was he planning on attacking you again? Normally with the other demon brothers there you would have felt safe, but Belphie was sitting so close...

Someone on your other side, to your left, took your hand and entwined their delicate fingers with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. You blinked, your panic momentarily broken as you turned to see Asmodeus snuggling close while leaning his head against your shoulder. His expression was playful, but his eyes dart meaningfully in front of you. You follow his gaze to find Mammon eagerly holding out a plate full of food in your direction.

“Hey! Hey Des, wanna try some of this?” he asks with a grin.

You force yourself to reach out to take the plate, giving him a weak smile in return, and he doesn’t seem to notice anything is off.

“Oh, ya gotta try these muffins here too!” Mammon exclaims, adding them to the pile of food.

You could feel yourself starting to sweat. It should be ok, you think to yourself. Belphie shouldn’t try anything with the others so close...

You weren’t sure if you actually believed that, but you tried to pretend that you did.

You take a slow and deep breath, and doing your best not to be obvious about it, you tried to relax and focus on the conversation around you.

Satan leaned across the table, holding another plate towards you. “Here, I’ll give you this piece of cake as well,” he said with a warm smile.

Next to him, Leviathan shook his head as you set down the first plate to take the second. “Pff...Satan, that’s way too big!" He snickered.

The brothers continued to chat around you with an almost giddy excitement despite what had just happened not even an hour ago. When you had been lying limp in Mammon's arms, the life slowly fading away from your broken body... Didn’t they remember?

A hand reaches out and gently places a fat flaky scone on one of your plates and everybody suddenly falls silent.

You look up to see Beelzebub. His violet eyes lock onto yours with an awareness you haven't seen since you jumped in front of him to protect him from a raging Lucifer.

“I was planning on eating this myself,” Beel said, his voice low and gentle. “But here, you can have this scone too, Des.”

Everyone looked back and forth between you and Beel and the scone in complete shock.

“Did Beel just give his food to someone ELSE?!” Asmo asks astounded, breaking the silence. “Beel?!?”

The brothers erupt in conversation again, teasing Beel, asking if he switched bodies with someone else again, and laughing together. To your left, Asmodeus moves so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders and hold your hand at the same time, shifting his long slender legs over yours so he is practically sitting in your lap, always wanting to be as close as he can get away with.

You practically jump out of your skin when that causes Belphie to pull you closer towards him, trying to push Asmo’s legs off of yours.

“Hey, don’t snuggle up to Des like that, Asmo. You’re too close!” Belphie pouted, looping his arm around your free arm, almost making you tip your plate in the process. “I’m the one who gets to sit next to Des. Don’t you butt in.” He leaned in close so he could properly glare around you at Asmo, his face just inches from yours, and you catch a familiar scent.

Fresh laundry, a faint touch of lavender...

You breathed in his scent as you rested your head against his shoulder, his arms wrapping tightly around you as you returned his embrace.

“Oh Des!” Belphagore exclaimed, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair. “You’ve set me free! You saved me!” He nuzzles against you, his hot breath tickling the skin on your neck. “Thank you so much... I knew it,” he said, his voice growing soft. “I knew you’d come through for me.”

You stood there for a minute, just holding one another. It was oddly comfortable, despite only having spoken to Belphie once or twice before. There was just something so soothing about him, his embrace warm and soft. And his scent...

Asmodeus refused to be pushed away from your side.

“Aww, come on. Can’t you see that I love Des so much that I can’t help it?” Asmo smiles innocently at his younger brother, snuggling close to your side. “You can have Des’ right side, Belphie. That’s all you need, right? The left side’s all mine, ‘kay?” He kept his tone light and friendly, but there was a definite possessive edge to his voice.

You closed your eyes as you relaxed more into the hug.

“In any event, Des, all I can do is thank you.”

You opened your eyes and tried to pull back a little so you could look at him, but Belphie’s arms held you firmly in place.

“Now I can finally achieve what I set out to do,” he purrs, squeezing you a little tighter.

Beel lets out a heavy sigh. “No fair... I want to sit next to Des,” he says sadly as he takes the entire tray of finger sandwiches for himself.

The smallest bit of doubt began to twist in your stomach. You try to pull back from him again, but he still refused to let you go.

Well... he had been locked here alone for quite a long time... that’s probably why he didn’t want to let go yet. It must have been awfully lonely, with the only rare visitor being Lucifer, his captor.

You tried to smother that flicker doubt as you rubbed Belphie’s back comfortingly.

He lazily raises his head from your shoulder and rests his cheek against yours, his dark indigo hair tickling your face as he whispers softly into your ear. “Ah...this really brings back memories. This feeling... I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve touched a human?”

Mammon, unable to sit still any longer, jumps to his feet and points accusingly at Belphie and Asmo.

“Y’know what? You’re ALL too close to Des! Get away! Go on, shoo!” He steps in your direction between the couches and low table, bumping against it, almost causing various plates and cups of tea to spill their contents. The brothers all began yelling at Mammon, who ignored them, waving his arms at Belphie who was closest, trying to get him away from you.

He finally relaxes his grip on you enough that you can pull back and look at him. He gives you a lazy grin, his half lidded violet eyes staring back into yours.

“So, Des...”

Something about his tone instantly puts you on edge. His grip tightens around you once more as he begins to shift and change. Two black rams horns grow and twist from his head, a long tail with a thick black tuft of fur at the end wrapping around both your and Belphie’s legs. His eyes lose their sleepy luster and become cold and sharp, making the little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“How can I express how I’m feeling right now?” He gives you a predatory grin as you make a weak attempt at pulling free. “What can I do?”

“Ugh, it must be nice being so popular, you NORMIE!” Levi says over the commotion as Mammon tries to pull a loudly protesting Belphie from his seat. But then he adds a little more quietly, “Um, but you’re the one normie I actually like, okay?”

You make a real effort to pull away this time, but his grip is like iron.

“You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren’t you? You’re so stupid that I can’t help but laugh.” His arms tighten uncomfortably around you, making it difficult to breathe. “Don’t blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.”

This can’t be happening. You jam your hands between the two of you and push, struggling to get free. You’re attempts becoming more and more frantic as he continues to hold you with ease.

“If you die,” Belphie purrs in your ear, “the exchange program will be ruined, and Diavolo’s reputation will be in tatters. I hate humans, you see.” His grip around you gets even tighter and tears spring into your eyes at the pain. Your muscles ached as they were crushed and bruised under his touch and you could feel your bones barely enduring the pressure.

“I hate them more than anything in the three worlds.” He growled. And with that he gave a squeeze, and you felt something snap.

Satan lets out an exasperated sigh as Asmo tries to scootch you away from Belphie and Mammon while they practically wrestle with one another for the spot next to you on the couch.

Pain erupts from your chest, and you would have cried out if there had been any air left in your lungs. Instead, all you manage is a weak strangled whimper, which just causes Belphegor to chuckle.

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant. I have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it’s so much fun that I can barely stand it!” He begins to laugh, the motion only causing you more pain. You can feel his arms squeezing you harder and harder as something else breaks.

With your last remaining bit of energy, you desperately try to speak the name of one of the demon brothers you made a pact with, but nothing comes out. Your vision begins to grow dark as another piece of you cracks and breaks, the white hot pain overwhelming your senses.

Belphie’s laughter continues to grow as your strength fades and the world goes black...

You drop your plate, which falls and shatters on the rug below, catching everyone’s attention.

Lucifer stands suddenly, his harsh gaze causing both Mammon and Belphie to wither slightly.

“All of you, that’s enough.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but there is no disobeying the power in Lucifer’s command. “You’re making Des uncomfortable.”

There is some awkward murmuring from Belphie and Mammon as they return to their seats, making halfhearted attempts at excuses, but soon going silent as Lucifer’s gaze intensifies.

Diavolo, who had been quiet up until now, lets out a hearty laugh. “Hahaha! There must have been so many things you’ve all wanted to do for Lilith over the years.”

He laughs again, causing the others to chuckle and relax and fall back into easy conversation. Belphie, though once again leaning against you, seems to have temporarily forgotten about you as he and Mammon continue to battle one another with glares and dirty looks.

Every bone in your body screamed at you to run. You could feel the sweat beading up on your brow and the back of your neck as Belphie continued to rest up against your side like he hadn’t tried to kill you not even an hour ago. Like he hadn’t actually killed you...

“Is something the matter, Des?”

You hadn’t realized Barbatos was standing directly in front of you. He crouched down to sit on his heels, eye level with you. His tone was kind, but his cold calculating eyes seemed to glimmer with amusement.

“... Is something the matter, Des?” He asked again, slower this time, head tilting slightly to the side.

Everyone’s attention once again turned towards you, but you’re panic made it hard to think. All you wanted to do was run, but you had to act normal. Everyone was so happy to have Belphie back, despite... Don’t think about it. You couldn’t ruin their family reunion. You couldn’t make this about you. But your skin began to itch as you felt everyone’s eyes on you, and the panic only grew as Belphie turned from Mammon to return his attention to you as well.

But thankfully, like before, Asmodeus came to your rescue. You feel a sharp pinch on the back of your hand, momentarily breaking your concentration free from your panic. You turn and look at him, at Asmo, his warm orange eyes comforting as he gently takes your hand back in his, his thumb softly brushing back and forth over your skin.

You take a shaky breath and turn back to Barbatos.

“Do... do you think I’ve warped history?” You couldn’t hide the anxiety in your tone, but hopefully nobody would realize it was actually because of Belphie.

Barbatos gives you a reassuring smile.

“Ah...I take it you’re worried about the other Des’ disappearance?”

Yes... the version of you who had died... But Mammon interrupts before you can answer.

“Oh yeah... I thought I was gonna have a heart attack when that happened!”

“Ah, right,” says Asmo, his other hand gently rubbing slow circles across your back. “You mean when the other Des vanished in that cloud of smoke?”

Barbatos gives a nod and then carefully begins picking up the pieces of your shattered plate.

“I know I told you that I have the power to see both the past and the future,” he says. “But the truth is that there’s one more secret – something I still haven’t mentioned. You see, I have the power to select from any number of different potential realities and make any of them into the sole reality.”

Your focus had once more began to drift towards Belphie, but Barbatos’ words quickly caught your attention.

“Within the various potential realities, there are an infinite number of versions of Des... however, in the sole reality I chose, the one and only Des is the one right here. That’s why the previous Des disappeared while the you remained.”

There was a tense silence.

“You know,” says Asmo, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. “I notice how you sort of smiled as you said all that, but...um...”

“As far as abilities go, that’s a pretty powerful one to have, don’t you think?” asks Satan, glancing at his brothers around him.

“The Legend of Barbatos: Most Powerful of All Beings...” Levi said in awe.

Mammon “Eh, details. Who cares about all that complicated stuff?”

END

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I had planned on continuing, but that never happened. So instead there is an abrupt and awkward ending :v

Hope you liked it though! :>

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