Starvation in the hope of metamorphosis

by LuciferFucker666

Summary:

Beel is struggling with his relationship with his sin, due to the fact that he is only ever seen in the media as gluttonous while his brothers all have other characteristics that they prefer to focus on. He is tired of only ever being seen for his sin versus his other traits, and in this fic he attempts to do something about this.

Notes:

Hiiii, this is my first time ever writing and then seriously publishing a fic and I wanted to make poor Beel suffer.Please let me know if you have any feedbacks as I'm aware this is an outlandish thing to write but I really wanted to start writing fics. This whole thing is essentially heavy projection. I wanted to make Beel suffer (I’m sorry Beel you do not deserve this). Please be mindful of this if your sensitive to any content regarding eating disorders as this is quite detailed. I made Ibuki an evil little bitch, for the sake of a fucked up relationship. I wanted to try fleshing him out more as the game doesn't do a good job regarding his sin imo. Please mind the tags. <3

Chapter 1: Prologue

Food is the only constant in everyone’s life. Every organism needs it to live. Especially when you are the demon of Gluttony, food is a constant need. Hunger is a pang that never goes away.

Truth be told, Beelzebub hated being tied to his sin, obviously all of the seven demon brothers did to an extent. All of their identities were tied to it. All Beel was reduced to was food. Obviously all of the ridiculous press that followed the brothers around exaggerated certain character traits, but everyday he’d look at the tabloids and trawl Devilgram and see nothing but images of him eating. It was certainly enough to give a man a complex; even someone who was as typically unbothered as him.
Beel mused over all this as he hunched over his computer screen, it was late at night and he had class tomorrow but he couldn’t stop obsessing over this. Photo after photo of him eating at unflattering angles was plastered over everything. He knew he wasn’t the only one who had scathing articles written about his habits, Mammon’s gambling and insane money driven schemes were also under scrutiny, as well as Lucifer’s “working relationship with Diavolo”. It was all compounded to him when he couldn’t exist in his own space without feeling like a burden. Everytime he went down to breakfast after clearing out the cupboards he felt everyone’s animosity and annoyance with him, even if only Satan and Mammon were typically the ones to comment.

He closed his computer, with a new feeling of determination inside him. He would curb his hunger. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden to his siblings and he was tired of the press critiquing him. His body felt like a prison; and he was his own jailer. Belphegor had been clinging to his side the entire night, using him as a pillow, as Beel laid back he formulated a plan. He knew this would work. He needed it to work.

Chapter 2: Chapter 1

Notes:

just kind of wanted to set the scene for what his day to day would generally be like with his ed

Beel groaned as he heard his alarm go off, a long day of classes loomed ahead of him. He trudged downstairs to breakfast, being the second one awake after Lucifer who was scratching his temples and muttering to himself over a cup of coffee. Beel was confused at what to do now that he wasn’t eating, he opened and shut the fridge, before settling on pouring himself a glass of water. This didn’t go unnoticed by Lucifer, who simply decided to push it to the back of his mind for now. Beel mused over his lessons as the rest of his family proceeded to clamour down the stairs, mornings were typically chaos, with all of his siblings and Ibuki fighting for seats, food and over all manner of petty things. Belphie dragged himself downstairs last, sitting next to Beel and resting his pillow on the table, before muttering to him 

“Aren’t you having anything?”

Beel shook his head before continuing to sip at his glass of water. Belphie shrugged, he was too tired to engage in a conversation first thing in the morning, before plonking his head back down on his pillow. No-one else seemed to notice amid the general chaos of a school morning, apart from Ibuki who ended up confronting him in the halls of RAD.

“Are you feeling okay Beel? It’s very rare for you to go without eating..”

Seeing the look of concern etched in her face, he flashed a smile before responding “I had a headache this morning, I’m feeling better now, cheeseburgers for lunch!”

Ibuki seemed convinced by this display and nodded, before talking about her lessons and practise exam, he felt relief wash over him. He didn’t want anyone to worry about him; he knew logistically if he was to keep this up he would be noticed and then he’d have to deal with questioning from Lucifer and Belphie. Though he supposed he could just explain that he wanted to change his image… 

This is what he ended up pondering during his first lesson. Hunger was an all consuming burning, that he normally satiated with food, but it wasn't an option. He didn’t want to be tied down and controlled by his sin. The lesson meandered past, with absolutely no notes taken and no focus placed in any of his studies. The second the lesson was over he sprinted to the canteen, piling his plate high with burgers. Ibuki waved him over to her table, where she sat with a sandwich and a diet coke. Beel gave her a weary smile before heading over and starting on his food; despite his heavy sense of shame, he wolfed them down, all he wanted to do was to satiate his desire, satiate his agony.

He was snapped out of his daze by Ibuki’s troubled gaze; she was asking how he was and if he still felt unwell. He responded happily enough, but he was stuck in his own heavy sense of shame and guilt. Nothing but burning envy took over him; Ibuki could eat a normal meal and not feel the constant painful need to satiate her hunger. The rest of the day passed in a remorse filled fogginess; he laid up at night, his eyes glued to the ceiling again, wondering if there was a spell that could quell his hunger or if the only solution to his desires was to lock himself away from his biggest vice.

Chapter 3: Chap 2

Notes:

I'm so sorry for the long hiatus leading up to this chapter! I originally wrote it while drunk and while some of it was salvageable this took a LOT of editing to make even a bit of sense XD. I've also been focused on another project despite knowing I should probably prioritise this.

The morning sun came shining through the blinds, and the same cycle repeated again. Skip breakfast, gorge on lunch and then wallow in self pity. Beels frustration and anger was reaching a tipping point as he sat in a lesson that he felt no obligation to be in. General affairs; it was essentially a superfluous and mandatory lesson meant to compile news and concerns affecting the youth throughout the three realms. The teacher was rambling on about different issues affecting the Devildom’s social media; aswell as social media that had spread across the three realms and allowed angels, humans and demons to communicate. The professor was talking about a dangerous trend in which sites had been set up promoting different starvation techniques and how these targeted humans, demons and angels. Beel finally zoned back in as the teacher was discussing how dangerous this could be and how the negative health effects had the potential to cause lifelong damage and death. He also said he would have to report it if any student was seen on these sites with identifying features as it was not only a safeguarding issue but harmful to RADS reputation. Beel was awestruck; he knew that humans especially were prone to ridiculous things in attempts to stop eating but knowing there was full forums out there, with demons like him reassured him he was at least not alone in this.

He walked out of that lesson with a new sense of hope, he could find people with the same goal as him! He’d be able to find out more once he got home as Belphie had decided to go and watch TSL with Levi (or more accurately, nap in his bathtub while Levi kept trying to explain every minute detail to him). Until he got home and his hopes were crushed by the firewall blocking him from accessing anything adults only or that could be considered harmful. Beel assumed that it was put up because of Mammon’s gambling addiction; when he used to play online bingo he somehow ended up maxing out his credit cards. He rolled his eyes, closing his computer screen out of frustration, wondering if there could be anyway around Lucifer helicoptering over their internet usage. It was ridiculous, they were all adults, if Mammon wanted to gamble himself into severe debt Lucifer should just let him, he thought to himself out of frustration. Ibuki had been watching from the bottom of the stairs, wondering how she could help him without coming across like she’s been watching him. She felt a vindictive sense of joy seeing him frantically try to get into different sites, it was satisfying to know that she was not alone in her agonising suffering.

Ibuki had managed to get into the proana scene on her computer despite Lucifer’s overbearing internet monitoring. It was through a private browser she had to install, she took a lot of joy in communicating with both demons and angels as their differences in physiology was absolutely fascinating. Aswell as the general variance of food; angels, demons and humans all had wildly different diets and different starving techniques. Ibuki was slim. Not concerningly so but she was a small human, you could count her ribs if she stretched and she could wrap her hands around her ankles and wrists, her right knuckle was covered in warts. She was also short; meaning the others didn’t necessarily see her tiny portions or general indifference towards food as that strange. Ibuki was forced to eat enough as to not concern anyone, afterall living as an exchange student meant a lot of focus was put on her. If there was any concerns with her health or anything else (such as failing grades; it’s hard to focus on work while your starving), she would’ve had to put up with Lucifer and Diavolo breathing down her throat. It was an utter nightmare, especially with exchange students now being tested to the same standards as demons. She would have loved someone to confide in and share techniques with, a friend. Not whatever parasocial symbiotic relationships she had going on with the others lurking on these forums with their backhanded encouragement…

Her train of thought was broken when Beel jumped and slammed his laptop screen down. “Ibuki, please don’t sneak up on me like that, you scared me” he was sheet white, his head racing with thoughts of what if she thinks I’m looking at this as a disgusting fetish, what is she thinks I have a weird morbid sense of curiosity, as the Avatar of Gluttony I can’t possibly want this for myself, this is inherently wrong and unethical of me to even be giving attention to, what if she reports this back to Lucifer and I have to sit through one of his lectures and suffer the guilt of him worrying about me. Until she finally opened the screen and Beel started gushing out excuse after excuse and apologising profusely; Ibuki found it as utterly pathetic as it was endearing. She didn’t bother to dignify his blubbering with a response, instead downloading the browser she used and looking him dead on.

“Beel, why are you looking for this sort of stuff? Are you just curious or is there something else going on?”

Beelzelbub’s face spelled it out for her, he looked like he was about to break into tears. A split second decision was made, to confide in Ibuki, they’d been living together for over a year now and they essentially considered each other family after all that’s happened.

“It’s not really my weight I have a problem with; it’s the fact that I can’t stop eating. I can’t control my hunger. I don’t stop thinking about food and I can’t separate myself from it in anyone’s eyes. It’s my whole identity. You remember when you and Solomon first arrived here? There was a ton of articles and news everywhere about how they invited two humans to RAD and the only way people knew you was ‘the human’”

Ibuki nodded along, taking his hand in hers and instinctively squeezing it.

“Yeah, it was so frustrating, everyone around me just saw the word human and they just assumed I was inherently inferior to all the demons at RAD, I was constantly talked down to and it was terrifying knowing all of these demons knew I was physically weaker, they all also assumed I was feeble and easy to manipulate”

“People only see me as the Avatar of Gluttony and nothing else. Every photo, every article; it’s all about food. I see discussion of Asmodeus’ parties and whatever orgy or bizarre sex event he’s hosting but they also talk about his music career and whatever makeup brand he’s promoting at the time. People look up to him. It’s the same for Satan, he occasionally goes on a rampage and destroys everything but he still gets to recommend novels and show off Kuro on his reading blog. People don’t see anything of me but the fact I eat constantly; in their eyes there is nothing to me other then food. I know it doesn’t only affect me too. My brothers resent me to some extent, such as when we were rehearsing the play we were doing and Levi and Asmo kept shouting at me for eating inbetween costume changes. I know we all live together and being around each other all the time can be stifling but I don’t want to be a reason everyone around me suffers”.

Ibuki looked at him, “I can help you, I promise. I know how hard it is to have your identity be defined by a single thing; you deserve better then that. We will show everyone around you that you are more than a glutton”

Chapter 4: Chap 3

The next few hours Beel spent was with Ibuki going through these forums, with Beel learning all about various terms. It was fair to say he kept going from fascinated to utterly disgusted; he was a demon and was used to seeing his fair share of depravity and sin but the way that it was presented was so clinical and condensed, it was all presented as if this was just normal, with a distinct lack of empathy towards anyone involved in this.

Ibuki had been telling him how her disorder started in the human world; her parents were incredibly suffocating and the only thing that she felt like she could control was her food intake. Obviously when she was taken to the Devildom with no prior warning it got worse. There was literally nothing in this realm that she could control, she was always dependent on the brothers and was under an incredible amount of pressure to succeed in her studies, she could hardly even restrict her food intake due to the inherently stifling environment; everything slightly abnormal she did would be marked by the brothers as they were tasked to take care of her. She briefly considered if she was entirely morally bankrupt for telling all of this to someone as sweet as Beel. He didn’t deserve to suffer in the same way that she had in her disorder, it was horrifying. Ibuki constantly felt her consciousness surrounded by a dense mist that she couldn’t penetrate no matter what, even after she ate it never stopped following her. Food was a constant, she was unable to stop thinking about it due to the constant pit in her stomach and exhaustion from the months of starvation. The guilt that came from binge eating, and then struggling to purge after, blood coating her fingers as she tore her throat up. Food was no longer simple. It was a constant battle between should I eat this? Can I vomit this? Is this a normal amount of food to eat? Beel was one of the kindest demons she knew down here and projecting all of this onto him felt nothing short of cruel.

Beel wanted this, she tried to rationalise with herself, and if she wasn’t there to guide him he’d have just gotten this information from elsewhere, at least if she knew what he was doing she could protect him to some extent, she could stop him if he was going too far. They could hold each other accountable. At least this is what she told herself to try and stifle some of the guilt of giving him the tools to his self harm. A small, sadistic part of her felt nothing but thrilled. She wouldn’t be alone anymore, they could ruminate together, there would be someone else in this house who understood her.

It had been a couple hours since she left, Beel’s head was still reeling. At least he had finally scrawled out a plan, if on a post it note with terrible handwriting.

Eat at mealtimes

Drink water if hungry

Vomit if I eat otherwise

Beel obviously didn’t stop loving food straight away. It just wasn’t in his nature, it didn’t make sense. He didn’t want to treat it as some form of poison to be gotten rid of; he loved food but his self hatred and disgust at himself made it an easy choice between being seen or being seen for his obsession. To say it was a bumpy road ahead would be the understatement of the century; he paced, considering his options. Pacing was good, pacing meant he wasn’t eating. If he just ate around his family and filled up on liquids the rest of the time that would allow him enough food to function while not making it a huge part of his day to day life.He did wonder about Ibuki while he paced, was she ok? It wasn’t normal human behaviour to develop anorexia and it was normally a symptom of other stressors; he’d learnt about this from Belphegor after borrowing a book on anthropology. He also knew it caused a substantial amount of physical and mental side effects. If he’d have learned about this earlier on he would have done all he could to help, the thought of Ibuki being miserable and struggling with the side effects of starvation alone made him want to weep. He couldn’t focus on this now, he had a goal to pursuit and he wouldn’t allow his frankly futile concern to distract him from it.

Chapter 5: Chap 4

Summary:

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN OFF FOR A MONTH. Lifes been insane and I have been working on this despite not updating in ages XD

Hunger had become even more of a constant then it had been in his general day to day life, constantly gnawing at his stomach and making his urges harder to ignore then ever. Trying to limit himself to comparatively ‘normal’ meals was a struggle; and with Ibuki watching over him every family meal he had to try. It had only been two days and he managed to ruin his plan the second he was home from school. Hunger seemed like a separate beast that he was captive to, something that he had to control. The binge that resulted from this was entirely frenzied and frantic, like a prey animal struggling against a predator. He just shoveled food down his throat, barely even regarding the wrappers or bothering to chew it. Working through his entire stash in under 5 minutes, with Belphegor looking on in mild concern through half lidded eyes as he was attempting to nap when Beelzelbub stormed through the door. It wasn’t the volume of food that unnerved him, it was the sheer speed and almost rabid nature of the way he was consuming it. The regret was almost instant, straight after the relief of satiating his hunger, nausea came straight after, with his satisfaction taken over by shame and rage. He set himself into motion like Ibuki had instructed himself to; wishing for the ability to purge all of it away.

Disgust overwhelmed him as he kneeled in front of the toilet, a million questions and statements coursed through his head as he thought about the logistics of this. Before ramming his fingers down his throat. They dug into the back of his tonsils and had scratched up his entire mouth on the way to their resting spot, he didn’t think about cutting his nails before doing this. He retched and gagged but nothing came up, he struggled, moving his fingers around, hoping for anything. How could he have failed at making himself throw up? His eyes were watering and he ended up shivering to the point that when he attempted to message Ibuki he just sent a single word.

Toilet

She showed up two minutes later, with a massive bottle of water in hand. Before patting him on the back and saying “Here, drink it all, you can’t throw up anything if the food in your stomachs dry, what did you end up eating?”

Another clear look of shame crossed his face, he was already incredibly miserable and now he had to start recounting exactly what he ate to someone who would definitely judge him. 

“Oh… a lot of junk really… a few packets of crisps, some biscuits…”

She sighed “There’s your problem, if your planning to do this in future, at least have it be soft food, cakes, cheesecake, ice cream, their easier to get up and won’t hurt as much, you also need to chew your food as it allows less resistance”

He nodded along, while she instructed him on leaving his hand down his throat until he actually started vomiting, blood coated his knuckles once he was finished, both due to scratching his throat and biting his knuckles in order to focus easier. He was a wreck, crying, shivering and with snot dripping down his face, he still hadn’t managed to get it all up before Ibuki stopped him.

“Good job!” she patted his back “It gets easier, plus if you eat the correct foods it won’t be nearly as horrible”

Ibuki put together a makeshift bandage in the bathroom, before scurrying with him back to hers in order to not be seen. She uncovered the wounds embedded deep into his knuckles and cringed before putting antiseptic on.

“Ibuki, I can take care of that myself-”

She shushed him and he decided to just let it happen as she had surprisingly tender hands, almost as if they were coming from years of experience with medical matters. She had more pressing matters to address; changing the subject while wrapping gauze around his knuckles.

“What will you tell Lucifer and Belphegor?”

He’d been borderline idiotic to not consider this, of course they’d be concerned if he was suddenly sporting a bandage. Lucifer would probably insist on inspecting the wound as he was overly concerned with his siblings health at the best of times, and when they ever showed any signs of illness he was insistent on attempting to take care of them.

“You told me to bite my knuckles if I needed to…”

“Yeah. Bite. Not take off half of the flesh on your hands” she seemed frustrated

He sighed “I’ll think about dealing with them later, thanks for helping me, I’m going back to my room”

“You need to be more gentle, it’s going to be obvious what your doing otherwise, you should also trim your nails, if you get an infection that is not going to be easy to deal with”

Beel still felt quite unwell post vomit, he didn’t really feel like sitting and listening to a lecture at the minute, it was a strange feeling. He felt… refreshed almost, all the food that was weighing him down had gone, it almost left him feeling euphoric despite how disgusted he felt with himself.

Chapter 6: Chap 5

Belphie had already asked him about his hand bandage the minute he stepped into his room. Beel lied on the spot, saying he misaimed when using the punching bag at the gym. It wasn’t the most unrealistic lie of all time, Beel would go to the gym at least twice weekly; most of the time with Mammon. Beel was just absolutely tragic at lying, he always stuttered and looked generally sheepish and guilty. If the whole group ever got in trouble Beelzebub was always the first who Lucifer would question and he would always crack after about 5 minutes. Belphie was concerned about his brother, he’d been acting strange around food in general for the past few weeks; he didn’t typically feel the need to press or ask Beelzebub about anything as the pair tended to discuss everything with each other.

“Beel, are you ok? You’ve been acting so strange the past few weeks..I always tell you if there’s anything going on with me, why are you being so secretive”

Beel shook his head “It’s exam stress, I can’t fail potions. I don’t want to be held back another year”

Belphie looked incredulous “Why do you care? I always help you in potions anyway because you attempt to eat the ingredients-”

Beel snapped “Well I am trying not to do that anymore, I can’t deal with Lucifer scolding me for yet another year because I am failing to control myself. Or you for that matter because I always eat the experiments”

“Jesus Christ” Belphie muttered “Are you on your period or something? I was just asking if you were ok”

Realising he had uncharacteristically snapped at his twin brother and feeling a pang of guilt he crawled in bed next to him, despite knowing it was a 50/50 whether he’d be getting a pillow thrown at him or if his brother would actually indulge him with a cuddle. It was natural for him to not be in the best mood considering how lightheaded and hollow he felt all the time.

“I’m sorry Belphie, I aren’t upset at you, I know your only trying to help, besides it’s coming up to that time of year again”

He felt Belphie stiffen next to him, November 18th. It was the anniversary of their fall and with the onset of Winter is the reminder of the day when their lives changed forever. It was a miserable day for all involved. Beel and Belphie typically went to Lilliths grave together, in the early morning before sitting beside her for a few hours. Her body wasn’t in the earth as they’d discovered last year; after Lucifer ended up revealing how she got reincarnated to the human world. 

“It’s so bizarre” Belphegor muttered to himself “Ibuki, she’s a relative of Lillith, a distant one, I know, but I almost killed her. She’s scared of me, I see the fear in her eyes whenever she spots me, she actively avoids being alone with me. I don’t feel guilty for trying to kill a meagre human; but I feel like I severed the bond of someone who could’ve been like a sibling, I ruined every chance of that. She likes everyone else, but I wish she liked me”

Beel didn’t have anything to say to that, knowing and understanding it as true. 

It had been a few weeks and all things considered Beel had been doing a brilliant job at starving himself. His hunger was still near constant, however stifling it had become almost second nature. As a demon he had higher caloric intake needs then the human who was instructing him. To say he was fatigued and exhausted wouldn’t have even began to scratch the surface of it, it was like a deep ache in his bones. His ribs and hip bones had started digging into his mattress and it was a nightmare to sleep comfortably, he was constantly cold and the blankets he had piled on (and stolen from his twin brothers bed) had done nothing to heat him up.

It was so cold in the early morning as he stretched, hearing and feeling his bones crack in displeasure at being disturbed. His right hand was sore, bloody sores occasionally leaking from where his canines dug into soft and sensitive skin. It was worse with the biting cold, drying up his skin which his body lacked the necessary nutrition to replace. 

18th of November, 3:00.

He begrudgingly got out of bed. Belphegor was also starting to stir, they never needed to set alarms for this day as neither of them slept particularly well. Haunted by the fact that they would never see their younger sister again. They got dressed in silence; Beel’s jacket felt like it barely even cut through the brutal November cold, especially in the Devildom. 

Lilith's grave was a 15 minute walk from the house, and Beel was struggling, which felt ridiculous. Going to the gym was starting to become a struggle too, but he pushed through knowing Ibuki was always expecting him to (if you're exercising, you can’t be eating, she would come with to work out herself and to make sure he didn’t grab any snacks.) Sparring Mammon had become impossible, with his punches and kicks becoming lethargic and Mammon easily being able to parry and pin him down. Mammon was as unobservant as usual, however when he was constantly winning and hitting bone whenever he punched his chest he had started to grow concerned. Beel didn’t even bother to get snacks anymore, which was an abnormality in and of itself.

They got there in the end, Beel somehow struggling and wheezing up the hill whilst Belphie managed to walk in front of him. Last year Beel gave Belphie a piggyback up this same hill and now he was struggling to even get up it, Belphie was concerned to say the least, looking back behind him to ensure his twin caught up. 

Lilith’s grave was pretty; a marble monument laid where she passed with a gorgeous statue of her praying on top of it. At least with her death she never had to go through the pain of falling with them. She died an angel and that was a privilege her brothers weren’t afforded. It was well maintained, with Diavolo raising it a few weeks after she died, as a way to memorialise her existence in a place where the people who appreciated her the most were. They’d discovered Satan in this very forest a few weeks after the fact. Lucifer occasionally came up here on his own to preen the grass and leave fresh flowers; he felt personally responsible for her death as he’d challenged Father in the first place, causing him to fall and his brothers with him, he was the oldest, he was meant to protect them all. They all blamed themselves to some extent, especially him and the twins. Beel blamed himself as he had to choose between his little sister and his twin brother, he naturally chose his twin and Lilith died. Belphegor introduced her to the humans that got her arrested for treason in the first place, so he also blamed himself.

Beel pondered this as he knelt by her grave for several hours, it was the one time Belphie didn’t slump over into sleep. Despite his sin he was able to resist it for the sake of paying respects to his sister. Beel felt immense guilt but he also pondered as to whether if he saved Lilith would Belphie still be here beside him, it wasn’t fair that no matter what he would’ve chosen to do it would’ve felt like he was making the wrong choice. 

It had been several hours and Belphie stretched, standing up and waiting for Beel to stand up and solemnly walk back with him. Beel’s world spun as he got onto his feet, feeling reality slip away from him as he banged his head hard on the floor, falling to the ground with a sickening thump.

Chapter 7: chapter 6

He’d woken up leaning against the wall in Lucifer’s office. Belphegor had a panic attack on seeing his brother faint and he wasn’t in a state to deal with this situation; he’d immediately called Lucifer while hyperventilating and sobbing down the phone that there was something wrong with Beel, he practically never got sick, especially serious things like fainting. Lucifer came as fast as he physically could, bringing Diavolo in tow, as there was no chance of Lucifer being able to bring him back on his own, Barbatos had also come with them, with his job being trying to get Belphie to calm down long enough to at least walk back with them. He was curled up on the couch with his other brothers Mammon, Leviathan, Satan and Asmodeus who were all attempting to convince him that Beel would be ok and he was not about to die. Word had spread quickly that Beel was ill, Ibuki had heard from Satan and she was frantic, both out of guilt and the anxiety that if pressed Beel would immediately buckle and reveal this was her fault, she’d locked herself in her room out of pure terror. She knew if they found out she encouraged his dangerous behaviour there was no doubt she would be killed; they were a close knit family unit of demons and anyone maliciously trying to destroy that would be punished in the most brutal of ways. 

Lucifer and Diavolo had stood in front of Beel while he was coming around, discussing with hushed tones what could be wrong with him, Lucifer was trying to remain stoic for the sake of his brothers, not wanting to show weakness while one of them was suffering so, while Barbatos searched his room, thinking his sudden fainting might be a sign of an overdose, he searched for drug paraphernalia, finding his pc open on proana websites and instantly understanding what was going on. He sent a quick message to Diavolo and upon seeing it Diavolo carefully unwrapped the bandage on his right hand to see his wounds and scarring. Lucifer was overwhelmed at this point, tears threatening to spill as he thought about what could have possibly driven his brother to this, he’d always loved food so why was he depriving himself now? How had he failed to notice this to the point where he had gotten incredibly unwell?

Beel came around eventually and was confused as Lucifer started questioning him, deliberately keeping his voice even and calm to not alarm Beel. He asked him why and Beel remained quiet, not wanting to implicate Ibuki. Diavolo offered to contact a royal doctor who could help with this issue and allow him to recover, while Lucifer held him and told him his whole family would do their best to help him no matter what, and that he needed to recover or else he’d end up severely hurting himself or dying. Beel finally gained some recognition back and acknowledged them both with a steely glare.

“There is nothing wrong with me, I don’t need to get better, and I refuse to be tied down by gluttony anymore, I don’t want to eat”

Lucifer and Diavolo looked at each other in bewilderment, what did he mean by that?

“You need help Beelzebub” was Lucifer’s calm and measured response, despite how worried he was. In his millions of years of being alive, he had never seen Beel turn down food. “And you will get it whether you want it or not”

Even the mere suggestion of being forced to eat and conform to the sin that was pushed upon him since he fell sent Beel into a fiery rage, all of his effort and current work would have been for nothing. Beel growled and turned into his demon form; he was pissed and let out a loud guttural scream before punching Lucifer in the face, he wasn’t as strong as he normally was due to his insides being eaten away but his nose was still dripping crimson red onto the cream carpet. Diavolo grabbed Lucifer by the arm and dragged him out as he was stunned, locking the door and leaving him to destroy the room, while they called the royal doctor, knowing that him being starved was clouding his judgement, especially as he was a demon who was inherently prone to anger anyway. Avoiding temptation while being desperate was not something demons were particularly good at.

Ibuki quietly padded across the hall from her room to Lucifer’s study downstairs, it had been a few hours and Barbatos had joined them in the living room, all of them discussing what to do, the doctor had been called however they wanted to wait for him to calm down before coming in due to his immense size and strength, not wanting to risk being injured and being unable to help him. Ibuki needed to apologise to him for all of this. If the others saw her and knew how she influenced him she was aware she probably deserved whatever they would do to her as punishment, even more considering how famous she had gotten on these forums and the sheer volume of beings she had influenced over the years. She knew Beel was livid in that room and occasionally heard thundering bangs against the wall that reverberated through the air but she was also certain she would be fine, and once he’d settle upon seeing her they’d have a conversation about why he needed to eat and recover. No matter how hungry or desperate he was while she encouraged him to starve he had never taken his frustration or pain out on her, Beelzebub was incredibly sweet and kind. He wasn’t like his twin and she knew deep down inside he would never hurt her like Belphegor had.

This had become pure and utter torture for him, yet he couldn’t stop craving more, it seemed like Beel had become a glutton for punishment versus food; he could stop eating, but he couldn’t stop overindulging himself. Depriving himself from something that was vital for him to live was one thing, but depriving himself from his very own sin was something else; it is not natural for demons to do this as it goes against everything in their nature. Complete and utter agony took over him, radiating from his stomach to the rest of him, not one coherent thought formed in his mind as all he could do was pace around Lucifer’s office and think desperately about his desire to eat. Anything. His stomach was in an excruciating amount of pain; he didn’t think straight throughout Lucifer’s whole spiel about how he needed professional help and was going to get it whether or not he wanted to. Lucifer and Diavolo had long since left the room and Beel was pacing like an animal with zoochosis, with no reason to do so other then the paths in his brain deciding on this as a way to cope with being in an unnatural situation. 

Ibuki was anxious in anticipation of how the brothers, Barbatos and Diavolo would deal with her; they would know she had encouraged and incited Beel’s self hatred, (if Barbatos did any digging into Beezlebub’s accounts) and exasperated it the point where he was struggling like he was now; there was no doubt that her punishment at the lightest would end with her getting sent back to the human world; but that was a slim chance. Ibuki was no fool, if she was lucky her death would be quick, Lucifer was a sadist and after she made his brother suffer to this extent there wasn’t a doubt in her mind he wouldn’t delight in slowly destroying her body. Guilt racked her, and she needed to at least apologise before she died, and reassure Beel that he didn’t need to do this.

To say she wasn’t anxious was a lie, she could hear Beel’s angry stomps around the office, it made sense, his rational thinking had probably long since been thrown out the window. Her confidence wavered slightly before she regained her composure. Ibuki steadied herself before opening the door to see him salivating and pacing, his eyes locked onto her like a rabid dog. Humans were a delicacy after all, until the exchange program happened and consuming them was outlawed, but in Beel’s state this was a minute detail.

This also applied to the fact that this human was extra rare.

Ibuki was gripped in his hands instantaneously, her screams fell on deaf ears and her attempts to fight a demon were completely useless. She clawed at his arms leaving bloody streaks in her wake as she screamed and thrashed in his arms, before being rendered immobile by teeth clamping down on her upper arm. Blood instantaneously flowed from the bite mark as he ripped her flesh away. Ibuki was starting to dissociate, barely even trying to struggle against him as he took out more bites of her flesh. Finally after a few more agonising minutes she lost consciousness as Beel continued to consume her flesh. 

It was finally over. His head had cleared somewhat and his hunger was finally satiated, the mangled corpse of Ibuki still laid in his arms and he was immediately overcome with what he had done, the metallic taste of blood still in his mouth and her stringy organs still littering the floor. No matter what he did he couldn’t escape his sin, it was his biggest hubris. He made himself throw up, a last ditch effort to bring her back; it was a constant cycle that he could not break. He had killed Lilith all over again.

Notes:

So as I said before this was the first fic I have ever properly published and wrote and I just wanted to thank everyone for the kudos and comments <3. It is genuinely appreciated more then you know. If anyone has any feedback for me pleaseee let me know as I want to be able to hone my skills and start writing more frequently as I have enjoyed writing this an incredible amount