#lenawrites

The House of Lamentations is quiet. Too quiet. They say there's peace before the storm and in this situation instead of storm it would be war. You ran to your room, bringing the cause of it all with you. Seconds later everything explodes: you hear fast steps from the other side of the door and you close your eyes, waiting for them to stop and enter… but they don't.

"MAMMON GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW" Someone- Belphie's voice shouts and a loud crash happens. "I CAN'T GIVE YA WHAT I DON'T GOT" Mammon answers and in that moment hell falls. Another voice joins the group "MAMMOOOOOON STOP CAUSING PROBL-" says Lucifer but Belphie cut him off by shouting again "I SWEAR IF YOU GOT IT AND YOUR LYING I'M GOING TO KILL YOU"

You jump to your bed, pressing the desired pillow to your chest while trying to suppress your laugh caused by the demon brothers fighting themselves over something stupid. Yeah, it was stupid because they couldn't think even for a second that it's your fault. 'They trust way too much in me' you think, before sitting and stretching your arms up, leaving the iconic cow pillow in your lap. You know that it's unfair for the second born to be blamed instead of you, so reluctantly you stand up and walk to the door. Your steps are slow and hesitant, your left hand grabs the pillow with way to much force that your knuckles are white-- 'What if he gets even more mad because it was me who stole it?' that thought occupied your mind. Belphie and you now are friends or at least, so you believe and him too, but you don't know that.

Your trembling right hand opens the door only for your head to take a peek. Bitting your lip you could see the back of the first and seventh born and the scared face of Mammon, who saw you too and was pleading with his eyes for you to say something.

"Belphie?" The said demon turns his head way too fast at the sound of MC's sweet and scared voice. Suddenly, his problem wasn't as important as talking to you. MC looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Belphie, can you come here? please" He simply nodded and went straight to them. All his anger was replaced by a weird feeling of happiness mixed with expectation, 'Why does MC want me to enter their room? That means they are no longer scared of me, right?' thinking about this he passed through the door and MC closed it behind them.

"So, what do y-" his eyes wondered over MC and then "is that my pillow?" he saw what he was looking for. The non-demon smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of their neck, looking everywhere except the face of Belphegor. "Yee-haw?" said hesitantly MC while they hugged the cow pillow and the twin snorted at the cuteness of the action.

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Post-TRoS

She’d been his contact, his handler, and if he had to admit it, not much had changed. Except now she was his jailer; his benefactor, despite all his protests and, admittedly, her better judgement.

Surviving the Steadfast, Hux’s only hope was to barter his First Order knowledge for his life. It’s not a trade the Resistance wants to make; he’s a killer of almost unimaginable magnitude, and if he’d been a turncoat once, he’d be a turncoat again.

Post-TRoS

She'd been his contact, his handler, and if he had to admit it, not much had changed. Except now she was his jailer; his benefactor, despite all his protests and, admittedly, her better judgement.

Surviving the Steadfast, Hux's only hope was to barter his First Order knowledge for his life. It's not a trade the Resistance wants to make; he's a killer of almost unimaginable magnitude, and if he'd been a turncoat once, he'd be a turncoat again.

Post-TRoS

She'd been his contact, his handler, and if he had to admit it, not much had changed. Except now she was his jailer; his benefactor, despite all his protests and, admittedly, her better judgement.

Surviving the Steadfast, Hux's only hope was to barter his First Order knowledge for his life. It's not a trade the Resistance wants to make; he's a killer of almost unimaginable magnitude, and if he'd been a turncoat once, he'd be a turncoat again.