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💜 || - Regret...

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It had been exactly a week since the events of your death. Well, technically, it wasn't the real you, but Belphegor still felt awful. Especially after he found out that you were a long decendant of him and his brothers' deceased sister, Lilith.

Belphegor sat on his bed in the room he shared with his twin, Beelzebub, who was lying in his own bed on the opposite side of the room. Belphegor couldn't sleep, which was pretty rare, considering he was the Avatar of Sloth. He looked down at his hands, a flash of memory hitting him. He saw his hands wrapped tightly around your throat, suffocating you. Belphegor felt his heart tighten, his breaths heavy. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head to try and clear himself of the thoughts, yet no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't go away. He wanted to forget. He wanted to move on.

After a while of trying to calm down, Belphegor sighed, getting up off of his bed. He knew it was pointless to try and sleep, especially when all he could think about was you. He wanted to see you. To know you were still here. So, he left the room, beginning to walk to your room instead.

Once he got there, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating if he wanted to knock. Ultimately, he decided to anyway. He waited for a moment after knocking softly on the door, and then, once he heard your voice telling him it was okay to enter, he did. He stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him.

"Sorry for the late appearance..." He mumbled, resting a hand on the back of his neck. "Just wanted to see you..."

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[☆Creator's Note: It's been a while since I've last posted some angst. So, here you go! Sad Belphegor.☆]