"..."


"...Are you upset?"


"...I don't know." Belphegor sighed, truly unaware.


"It's fine if you are, Belphegor. You have the right to." You smiled at him assuringly. Belphegor's eyes trailed from the side, slowly wandering to your face.



"...What if I let you enter my memories to see Beel?"


"Are you sure about that?" You were visibly surprised to hear the decision he ended up with.


After all, how could you contemplate in just a few seconds whether you should let an unknown being enter your memories and get the chance to be witness to your vulnerability?


"I..." Belphegor began before swallowing thickly. "...really want to see Beel. And you...can make that happen, right?"


"...I can materialize anyone you'd want me to, just as long as I know their appearance."


"..."


"..."


Neither of you spoke as Belphegor thought carefully about your words.


"Then, can you also...capture what Beel sounds like?" He reluctantly inquired. You tilted your head to the side before nodding.


"...I can trust that you...won't snoop too deeply in my memories, right?"


"Belphegor." You spoke his name sincerely. "I respect your boundaries. I'll see what I can do."


"...Okay."



Once again, Belphegor noticed the way the surroundings began to darken as well. He sighed.


You hummed, aware of his distraught.


"Belphegor-"


"It's fine if you call me Belphie." He interrupted abruptly. You blinked owlishly before nodding hesitantly. "...Alright?"


"Then, I... I'll just say it outright."


"Yes?" Belphegor leaned forwards without meaning to. You didn't seem to mind. The corner of your lips tugged up.


"...Thanks for trusting me, Belphie."




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And once again, the Avatar of Sloth was back to reality. He turned his head to the side and reached a hand out to the paper once more.



He paused, thinking of what exactly to write.


Memories,


Beelzebub,


And the want to see his twin again.


That was what he could recall this time.


...He thinks.



- - -


"It's fine if you call me Belphie."


...


"...Thanks for trusting me, Belphie."


- - -



Sitting up, he softly grasped the side of the paper and held onto the pencil gently.


Bitterness.


The tip of the pencil began to glide smoothly through the paper.









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I don't normally compliment my name,

But hearing it come out of your mouth made it sound special.


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