#obey me dark fic
Avatar of Chaos:
The Big Bad Wolf (8)
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“What do you have to say for yourself?” Lucifer prodded. “You’ve been acting strange for a week now. You fell asleep in the mirror maze causing a scene, you don’t even show up to classes and now THIS?”
Belphie said nothing. He stared ahead at the big painting behind Lucifer. It was all the brothers and you standing in the middle.
Beel stood by, ready to protect his twin if Lucifer lost his temper and tried to hurt him. Even he had noted Belphie’s difference but no matter how many times he asked about it, Belphie went quiet and simply dozed off to sleep again.
“I NEED AN ANSWER BELPHIE! This sort of behavior cannot be tolerated any longer!”
Lucifer banged the table with his fist. There was an audible creaking of wood splinters.
Belphie couldn’t answer. On the painting before him now, he saw a shadowy hand move. It moved around until it found you.
It stopped right under your face, the dark fingers twitching before wrapping themselves around your throat. You remained unmoving in the picture but he heard someone cough.
He looked around. Neither Lucifer nor Beel did it. Then who? The sound never stopped. It kept growing louder…until he recognised it was you. Your face in the picture was turning blue.
“Lucifer! Out of the way now!”
Belphie leapt up and snatched the picture of the walls. He growled, “Get lost! Get away, you little- URGHHHH!”
His fingers tried to scratch the shadowy hands off your neck, but it kept moving around now and by the time Belphie was done, he realised he had scratched out your entire face.
Lucifer and Beel were to stunned to react. All they saw was Belphie violently scratching out your face from their family picture. It left a dreadful impression on them.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Things got worse as Mammon and Satan appeared in the doorway, along with you in the middle.
“Hey guys, Simeon just said that the set is ready so we can go and-” You stopped in your tracks. You saw what lay on the floor.
And it seemed like bad news no matter how you looked at it.
You took steps backward, hiding behind both Mammon and Satan. “If you want me gone, you can just say so…” You said.
“No MC, this isn’t what it looks like-” Belphie had the gall to get up and reach for your hand.
“Hands off. Don’t dare touch, MC.” Mammon was the first to slap it away. When was the last time anyone had seen Mammon this angry?
Satan simply glared at him before ushering you out of the room. The first priority was to keep you safe and away from him.
“MC are you okay? You’re trembling.”
“Thank you, Satan. I’ll be okay. I’m okay.” You were more than okay. You were trembling with sheer excitement of seeing on his knees, eyes pleading.
The hurt and lost eyes who don’t know where to look anymore as his brothers antagonize him for nothing, one by one. The same eyes you had when you died.
“Let’s get outta here. They’ll come if they want.” Mammon said, bolting out the door next. They accompanied you diligently to R.A.D.
“Go back to the attic. And don’t step out until I ask you to.” Lucifer’s eyes could barely hold back all the rage he felt.
“Beel you are welcome to join him. But if you dare letting him out… you’ll be making the wrong choice again.”
Belphie looked horrified. “I was trying to protect them! I heard them coughing and I saw something on this picture right here near Lilith’s neck-”
“MC.” Beel finally spoke up. “MC, not Lilith. Stop that already. MC gets sad when you call them Lilith.”
“Sorry… sorry yeah… I meant MC-”
“I’ve been by your side no matter what, Belphie. But I cannot let you hurt MC, anymore. Please stop it already.” Beel let out a tired sigh, leaving out the door. Lucifer left too, slamming the door behind him.
Belphie stood there bewildered. An emptiness and dread filled inside of him. For the the first time since you came here, he felt truly alone.
He should have told them. He should have told them everything.
How your reflection turned into Lilith’s and stared at him with crazed eyes. How he’s been seeing glimpses of Lilith’s face on yours everywhere. How in Levi’s room, all those little figurines started moving and whispering horrible things to him.
“You lost her. And then killed whatever was left of her. She loved you, but you only hurt her. You hurt both of them. So they’re going away.”
He heard it in his head, every other waking moment. And it was driving him crazy. But how was he supposed to explain this to anyone, anyone at all?
You, maybe you would. But you were scared of him now. Compliant but scared and distant. But who else could he blame for it except himself?
.
.
“I heard what happened at the house today.” Solomon said, once you both were in a secluded corner.
“Atleast we know that our illusion skills are improving.” You said nonchalantly. “Wanna see something funny? Look there.”
“Over there? Where Lucifer seems to be wagging his finger at Mammon?” Solomon followed your gaze.
“Yes watch this.” A couple of RAD students were hauling spare wood planks. The carpet Lucifer stood on suddenly snagged on it, and Lucifer fell on his ass. Mammon and Diavolo laughed as they helped him up.
“Wow. He could usually avoid pranks that, he’s terribly shaken on the inside. Bravo, MC.” Solomon clapped a little before looking concerned. “Wait… MC your horns are showing.”
You touched your head. No not there. Solomon was pointing at the big shadow you cast. Two talk horns rested on your head there.
“Shit. Ugh I guess I can’t just use magic Willy nilly anymore because a large part of it goes into keeping these hidden. What a pain-”
Crash. Crack. Splash.
You and Solomon looked to the source of the sound. A broken plate of cookies and tea lay on the floor. And above it stood, Luke.
His mouth gaped as his hands shakily pointed towards your shadow. “M-MC…?”
Shit.
