Secret Santa Event,

Day 6

This little story belongs to my Christmas project, a series of stories leading up to Christmas Eve! Check my Event Masterlist for more information, and have fun!

A/N: might contain interactions with my MCs Cloverand/orViolet(no spoilers ofc), but you don’t have to know them to understand the story!

Beelzebub was a very simple man.

Give him food and he will eat it.

Give him good food and he will very happily eat it.

Actually, you may even give him something that’s not food, and there is still a very good chance that he will still end up, yes, eating it.

As the avatar of Gluttony, his stomach was a black hole, never able to fill up, to stay full, but always yearning for more and more.

And thusly, his interests tend to orbit around food, mostly. But, honestly, if your body was signalling you this constant, incredible pain that is being famished, you’d probably do the same.

And even so, compared to his brothers, Beel was one to think about his sin the least.

What was on his mind then, you ask?

Well, that we are about to find out, as our favourite soft big boy was about to get his secret Santa gift today.

And his very own Santa Claus wasn’t one to choose the simple path, not about something you could pour a little love into.

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On the day the group had agreed on the secret Santa event, everyone had joked about how obvious it would be when Beel would get his gift, since the Santa would be standing in the kitchen all day, preparing some seven course meal the size of a whole family dinner.

And sure, you could definitely whack out some meal with it all – Hors d'oeuvre, soup, appetizer, salad, a main course, desert and a nice mignardise – and Beelzebub would drool himself crazy over that…

But his secret Santa Simeon wasn’t going to spend any second in the kitchen for this present.

The angel had thought a lot about an appropriate gift for the sixth born demon brother. They knew each other since Beelzebub was born in the celestial realm, with Simeon having watched over him and his twin brother Belphegor a couple of times. He knew that Beel had a calm and friendly aura, despite his rough and unfriendly appearance, and the angel loved how nicely Beel treated Luke.

And so, one afternoon, when Beel was visiting them in the purgatory hall, taste testing (meaning eating all) of the cupcakes that Luke had made, an idea hit Simeon.

An idea, or rather, a memory.

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“Hey, Simeon, where have you been yesterday?”

A few days later, in school, the angel sat together with most of the demon brothers as well as the other exchange students.

His gaze drifted towards Asmo, who had asked the question.

“That was the first time you ever skipped class”, Satan noticed. “Is there something ailing you?”

Chuckling softly, Simeon shook his head.

“No need to worry”, he hummed, before a smirk curled his lips in a mysterious way.

“Let us say, Santa had something important to tell me.”

“Y-you met Santa?!”, Luke bursted out, his cheeks flushed pink in the sudden excitement. “The real Santa Claus?!”

As Simeon would only continue to laugh as an answer, Luke kept bombarding him with questions.

At some point, Solomon finally chimed in.

“That must mean your secret Santa duty will come in to play soon, right?”

“Yes”, Simeon smiled. “Today, to be precise.”

All eyes widened in at least a little anticipation.

“Who’d ya get, then?”, Mammon asked. “Can’t you give the present now?”

“Patience, Mammon”, the angel admonished.

“That’s not a word that Mammon knows LOL”, Levi chuckled.

Levi earned some angered comments, of course, but those were silenced once Simeon spoke up again.

“Besides, I do not have it here right now. After school, I thought I’d take the person concerned to the purgatory hall and hand it to them there…

Of course, only if that is okay with you, Beelzebub.”

Beel looked up from the sandwich he was eating, terribly confused at first.

“… Am I getting the present?”

As Simeon gave a little nod, you could hear how Beel’s stomach was growling in excitement.

“Now you made him hungry”, Levi laughed.

Belphie pressed out a little sigh.

“Well, Simeon… I hope you have prepared something delicious, because Beel will have a hard time holding back his hunger now…”

“Don’t worry”, Simeon said.

“I am certain I have just the right present for him.”

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“Self-made dinner?”

“Perhaps.”

“Candy?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh, yes, maybe those celestial realm sweets that you are hiding from me?!”

Chuckling, Simeon was approaching the front door of the purgatory hall, reaching for his keys as Beelzebub right behind him wouldn’t stop trying to guess what delicious food would await him.

As they reached Simeon’s room, Beel wasn’t able to hold in his hunger any more, so he dashed right into the room…

… Utterly confused when he couldn’t find any food.

“Where’s… Uhm…”, He mumbled, looking right and left, but nothing edible was in sight.

Simeon had followed quietly, coming to a stop now next to him.

“Merry Christmas, Beelzebub.”

Irritated, Beel followed Simeon’s gaze, looking over to a shelf.

And there it was, a little plushie dog, a red ribbon neatly wrapped around it’s head.

The demon stepped closer, still confused.

And then, he remembered, too.

For the longest time, Beel kept silent. He picked the plushie up, inspected it, felt its fabric. It was really worn out, had to be incredibly old already, with some stitches here and there.

And Beel knew.

At some point, he turned to Simeon.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“Is this… Really…?”

Simeon answered with a soft smile.

“Yes. Lilith’s toy, from when she was younger.”

Beel’s voice was so thin that it took seconds until he could speak up again.

“… How?”, he asked, staring at the toy.

Now Simeon came closer. “Right after the celestial war, most of your things got destroyed. But I felt that, even though you guys had fallen, I wanted to keep some memories of the people I held very dear to me. So I hurried to pick up whatever I could hide best, to keep a piece of all of you… and to remember Lilith.”

Droplets of tears were falling onto the fabric in Beel’s hands. “But this is yours… I cannot keep th-”

“No, Beelzebub”, Simeon placed a hand on Beel’s arm, “I want you to have it.”

“B-but…”

Simeon looked up to him, waiting until he caught his gaze.

“You really love your family, don’t you?”

And with his lower lip shaking a little, Beel engulfed Simeon in a big hug, not planning on letting him go until Simeon understood just how much that present meant to him.