My Sacrifice

Chapter I

Hello my friend, we meet again…

Belial lifted his head from his contemplation of his old friend. He did not know what that was, he did not know who it was, but he knew that he was simply not meant to hear that voice. Something was trying to shut it, something was trying to muffle those moans, but he was clearly hearing them anyways. Why? It was hard to explain, and there was no way that he would find out by lazily staying in bed with Byleth. He would probably feel a lot better by actually going down there and seeing what was happening. And so he decided to move, as hard as it was to pull away from that warm body.

He gently placed a kiss on Byleth’s lips, letting him know that he would not be gone for too long. The small demon was not certain that his friend would feel it, that he was awake, but he knew that he would not bother following him along the hallways of the castle. With a soft sigh, he slipped away from the warm form and he just stood beside the very large bed. He looked for his clothing for a moment; it had been thrown at the other end of the room, which was not all that impressive, considering how they were agitated when they were ready to have some fun. The dark pants were slipped on his slender hips, as well as his tight dark shirt, but he did not bother with his coat at that moment. It did not matter, and he could easily feel that horrible sting in his heart, as if someone close to him was almost dying.

Within a minute, he was fully dressed and already running down the stairs of the very high tower. He had never understood what Byleth found to that room in the castle, but he found it rather annoying. Usually he would just throw himself down the window, knowing that he could land without any problem on the sand: he was not as frail as he looked like. For that time, the stairs were far more convenient, considering that he really did not want those involved in those screams to notice his presence. Some could think that he was dirty minded, but he just did not want to throw himself in any danger for nothing, and he just wanted to know what was going on.

It was a few minutes before he reached the lower part of the castle, he might have been very fast and agile, he still had to run silently through the corridors. The closer he got to the source of those screams, the worse the pain in his own chest got. Not only was this pain in his heart, he noticed that the sounds were not louder as he grew nearer; and he started to think that he was not really hearing them. He could not believe that he was just imagining things; this voice was just too real to be a product of his imagination. And so he went on with his quest, as stupid as it could have seemed.

It was in the lowest part of the dungeon that he found whose voice it was. The sight more than shocked him. Not because it was something unusual in Hell, just because… because it was him. He did not go in far enough to be noticed, but he could just see what was going on. And it terrified him.

Large, heavy chains were holding the frail body a bit above the grounds. The smaller Death demon was shrunk by his bareness and the lashes on his skin. Blood was freely running down his back from what Belial could see. Green eyes were scanning the scene but it was only reluctantly that he was doing so. He could feel Samael’s pain as he was being pulled against a much larger frame. His arms were to their very extent and yet his feet could not touch the ground. He had been gagged with a very dirty rag, but he no longer was making any sound. He was letting the other demon have his fun with shi body. Only silent tears were running down his pale cheeks.

The only sounds that echoed through the room were the clinking sounds of the chains mixed with Lucifer’s grunts as he was taking the other demon harshly. It was not the first time that he was taking him that evening, it was obvious by the amount of blood and sperm on the ground, and yet he still was having a blast doing so. His large hands were running over the frail chest, dark talons leaving trails of blood and opening old wounds again. He leaned down to whisper something in Samael’s ear, something that Belial could not just make out, but he knew that it had to be the worse things because he saw the Death demon tense at those. As afraid as he was to do so, Belial looked down the victim’s body only to see that his length was being restrained by a solid metal ring. And from the color of the length of flesh, which was a dark purple color, it had been at least an hour, maybe more, that it was in this state.

Belial knew that he should have either intervene or looked away, but he could not. He was paralyzed by fright, and by that very hard aching in his heart. He just could not tear his eyes away from it all. He could almost feel his pain as he was being pound in, blood even trickling down his leg from his entrance. He was bruised and broken, and Lucifer did not seem to care at all. He thrust in a few more times and he grunted this time, far louder than normal. He just had come and he was holding Samael to his chest.

When Belial saw him pull the keys out of nowhere, he knew that this was over and that he damn better get away before he was spotted. He hated to do that, he hated to leave Samael like that, but for now, it was not his place to do anything. He would think of something, because his heart was hurt, he knew that he should have never seen that, but he was ready to take the risk, even if the Death demon did not know him, he was ready to do something about this. He just stood from where he was resting, his legs almost giving in to his own weight, but now was not the time to have a weakness. He padded off away from the scene and back to Byleth’s room.

He did not know how to stand the visions that were remaining when he closed his eyes, but he knew that he would have to do something about it. His love for Samael called for it.

It’s been a while, where should we begin?