Of Inverted Hearts and Goodbyes
kinda angsty...First time posting a fic here -- Please be gentle
The Avatar of Lust begged you with all his heart, something he've never done before --even when his Father punished him, Lilith and his brothers from the heavens.
Of course, he knew he won't ever be the jewel of your eyes. There was Lucifer who was always dependable, Mammon who was always protective, or Levi who you get along with. He's not as witty as Satan, not as sweet as Beelzebub or as honest as Belphie. Perhaps Simeon was right all along. He didn't want to admit it, but the angel's questions have break something in him.
He have always upheld himself as the most charming prince of hell, tempting right and left for millenias. Body open for everyone, heart closed to hide his insecurities. "Of course, you like me, I'm the most beautiful"-- a mantra he says as he sits on his vanity mirror. Funny, right? Vanitas should be close to Superbia but it felt like he should also claim that (it's not fair that Lucifer already has everything, he'd thought). He knew he acted and sounded shallow but beneath beauty and charms, what was he?
Father always told him how he lusted too much for something he could never have. "Nothing's enough with that frozen heart of yours. Love doesn't exist in you."
Asmodeus the angel tried to be the perfect child for him. Jewel of the heavens, they called him. Asmodeus the demon dragged the title with him when he fell and used it to his advantage to corrupt souls.
And then you came. The human exchange student was like a cute little pet. The pitiful being left in his scumbag brother's hands. He didn't understand why Solomon seemed interested with you.
When you pulled that incredible power, he've felt something sparked inside him. Unlocked power. He lusted for that since the beginning.
But when you both made a pact, another feeling stirred inside him. Something that grew as the two of you spend time together. Time that was scarce with how his brothers hoard your time. He was forced with make-up sessions, shopping, and helping you to prepare a date for someone who's not him. Pick-up lines and innuendos across the dining table you only smile politely at. Beel had once stopped munching to stare at the cupcakes Asmo have shoved in his mouth angrily, Satan and Lucifer snorting beside him. You were horsing around with Mammon, Belphie and Levi that time. He felt the six minor sins and his major sin screaming at him.
He wasn't lusting after your body or soul anymore (shame on him, he wouldn't admit that as avatar of lust). He yearned for the things he had deemed shallow than sex. Your laughter, your touch. Your love.
"You seem...more subdued," Solomon once remarked, as he stirred something with a funny smell in his cauldron. "I wonder if it's only power that MC drew out of you. Interesting."
"Shut up, Solomon." He crossed out the outfit he was doodling on the sketchbook (a gift from the sorcerer after erasing Asmo's drawings on his notes for the umpteenth time). It doesn't suit their eyes...
"Hmm. You've fallen? Finally." Solomon smirked. "Pun intended."
Asmo rolled his eyes. "I don't want to hear that from someone who have countless wives and lovers."
"You all grew up so fast," Solomon had sniffed. As fake as Satan's smile. Asmo threw a paper ball at the sorcerer, at which it fell in the stinky concoction. A bubble rose and screamed curses at them before Solomon popped it with his ladle. "Jokes aside, I wish you luck."
He wished for your attention to be directed at him. He labored himself every night to be the most attractive in your eyes. Dreamy sighs as he watched you clap your hands excitedly at what Lord Diavolo said. Shouldering through the twins to walk with you across the hallways. Trying to placate Lucifer's irritation when you get in trouble. Perking up when you call his name. Asmo, Asmo, Asmo-- the sound of your voice playing in his head as he giggled on his bed, hugging a pillow. He had felt greed on wanting you alone for himself. You won't choose him solely (surely, right?) , so he have dropped multiple times he's willing to share. Even just that...
But alas, all you see in him was a playboy out to get your heart.
If his brothers hear his lowly thoughts, they'll mock him. Somewhere in Diavolo's castle, Helene must be laughing.
Belphie moaned that he didn't have time with you enough but Asmo's sure his meter (like one of those weird games Levi plays) was higher than him. You'll left tomorrow and he's still in a slow pace, or perhaps even at a standstill.
The lights in the pub casted a soft glow around you. He hiccupped. He shouldn't have drank too much.
He held your hands. They're warm like you. And he felt like he was going to lose it, succumb to that neverending unsatisfaction again without you.
"Don't leave," he repeated, the tears rolling down his cheeks. He hiccuped again. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished that you won't mistaken that as silly drunken words. He sounded desperate. He didn't care.
You smiled. He stared, imprinting it in his mind. "Thank you," you said. You moved to hug him. "But I have to go. Lord Diavolo said the exchange program is over. The Celestial Realm is watching. I'm not allowed to stay even if I wanted to..." Your voice shook with emotion. He wrapped his arms around you. He still had questions, and you didn't answer his confession (or perhaps you rejected him already in your gentle way?), but your comfort come first.
It struck him that this might be the last the two of you will have the chance to be with each other.
He spotted golden hair outside the pub. So he clung desperately on you. Just a little more.
A little more time, he thought, before Satan reach the corner from where the two of you sat.
Forgive me, I'm rusty with words have faulty grammar and it might be OOC ;-;
I didn't expect this will evolve from a cooldown sketch to this sdfghjkl Based on my feels in Lesson 19-20--
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