My Sacrifice

Chapter II

Feels like forever…

Belial let himself sank down onto the bed, slipping under the silk sheets and just letting himself relax there. He snuggled his face between Byleth’s shoulder blades, feeling that he had just betrayed a friend. He did not know what to do, but he needed that warmth that was so close to him, he needed to feel his King’s presence close to him in that kind of situation. He just sighed deeply and he placed one of his clothed arms around the bare body, hardly pulling at the other man, but still taking him in a warm embrace. He was not sure if he wanted to wake him up, if he wanted to trouble his night sleep, but he knew at the same time that he could always talk to Byleth, that he could wake him up at any time of the night if he needed him.

“Where have you been…?” Byleth’s voice was rather sleepy, and it showed that he had been sleeping all the while his friend was gone, but that he had woken up when he felt that presence against him. He slowly turned on his other side so he was facing the other man. He was surprised to find him all dressed up, but he did not mind, he just placed his arm around Belial’s thin waist and he pulled him close. He saw that sadness in those green eyes, he knew the small demon just that well and he could easily read through him. He did not know what he had seen, but it was obvious that Belial was hurt, and that he really was affected by that sight. “…something about Samael?”

Belial just blinked those green eyes for a moment. He was not all that impressed that Byleth had been able to tell it was because of that, but then again, it was rather obvious, and he knew that the small demon had feelings about the death one. So, it was not so hard to guess that kind of things when you knew him. He did not find the strength to speak, there was still that knot in his throat, if only he would get over that, but he could not. He managed a short nod, which was sufficient for an answer. Those two men really could communicate without any words.

“What is it, Beli…” The King asked very softly. He did not want to pry in or anything, but he was the only person that Belial would turn to and he knew that much. So he wanted to make him talk because it would be better if he knew what was going on. He lifted one of his hands and he gently ran it through the dark purple hair, sighing very softly, and leaning in for a rather quick kiss. “…please, tell me?”

The small demon moved away a little. He sat up on the bed and he leaned back to rest his back against the headboard. It was just another way to rest. He gently reached down and he pulled his friend closer, letting the king’s head rest in his lap. It was a good way to be, and he felt better knowing that Byleth was awake and caring after him. He needed a lot of courage to talk about what he had seen, and he knew that it would require a lot of getting used to, but it was not really his place to intervene at the time. It had only been a few minutes, and already he was regretting the fact that he had just left quietly. He would hate himself forever if he did not do anything.

“He was…” Belial started very slowly, hand gently resting on his lover’s cheek, at least getting some form of contact with him. “…they were in the dungeons… in the lower part of the castle… Samael… Sam was chained… Lucifer was… you know…” It was not like Belial to be unable to speak; he just shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts for a moment. He was pale with anger and disgust, he usually was a perfectly golden color but now he seemed more like he was a vampire. “…Lucifer was taking Samael who was gagged and hurt… they probably had been at it for many hours because blood was starting to coat and there were traces that… you know… it was obvious that they had been there for a long while…” He sighed deeply. “…he was forcing him… and he was restraining him too… it was cruel… and there was just nothing I could do… I just… I stayed, watched and then I ran back here. I feel terrible. I should have done something!”

The explanation had come in a rather confused order, but Byleth understood what that meant. Samael was not the only person on who Lucifer was forcing such things, though he could think that he might have been his favourite, considering the situation. He just sighed deeply and he sat up beside his friend. He wanted to comfort him; he wanted to do something to help too. Even if his relationships with Samael had never been the best, he still cared about his Death demon. And he knew that Belial was in love with him. Sometimes it made him jealous, some other time; it just made feel overprotective with the green-haired demon.

“…Beli… you can’t blame yourself… would you have done something… you would have paid very dearly, and so would have Samael.” He sighed deeply and reached out for the other boy. His fingers ran through the short purple hair and he pulled Belial to his chest very softly. He was not trying to make him uncomfortable, but he knew that the smaller demon always needed to have someone close. Years before, he had accepted to be that one person that would always be close to him, and there was no way that he would back off on his words because Belial had feelings for another man. It was hard to bear, the thought was heavy, to know that you are just some replacement while he is dreaming of someone else, but he was ready to make a lot of sacrifices for the small man that he loved very much. Strong arms cradled the frail body to his chest and he sighed very lightly. He kissed the top of his head and his voice dropped lower. “…don’t worry about it… don’t worry for now… I know that you love Samael… but if you must do something, at least make it wait until tomorrow morning…”

It was very late in the night and the winds still were singing outside. Byleth was right; there was nothing to do until the morning came. There was nothing to do until he could speak to Samael, though he probably would not be able to face him this time around. And so his eyes closed on the terrible day that just had ended. He was feeling safe in those arms; he was feeling like the world was not so dark and ugly as it sometimes seemed to be. He just wished that one day, he could be the one holding Samael like that… but he did not even dream of that anymore. Not with what had happened, and not with Amai in the way.

Within my heart are memories…