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In the quiet streets of the Devildom, there was a strange comfort in the presence of Beelzebub. He was always there, like a gentle shadow to MC's light, trailing a few steps behind but never intrusive. His broad frame and innocent smile made him seem so harmless, almost childlike in his adoration.
"Ah! MC! What a coincidence seeing you here!" he would say, his voice soft and warm, like sunlight through a window. He said it so often that MC had begun to laugh about it with the other brothers. "Beel is just so sweet," they would say. "He's just always hungry, that’s why he’s around."
But they didn’t know.
MC didn’t know either.
When MC visited the café, Beel was there, pretending to look at the menu but always sneaking glances at them. When MC wandered into the marketplace, Beel’s massive figure was just behind a stall, eyes shining with innocent delight. When MC went for a walk by the river at night, Beel’s reflection shimmered in the dark waters, his voice a soft hum: "What a coincidence..."
But it wasn’t coincidence. It was obsession.
Behind the gentle facade, behind the shy smiles and the childlike innocence, Beel was a monster. Not the demon everyone thought they knew—the gluttonous but kind-hearted brother—but a predator whose hunger was for more than food. His love for MC was insatiable, consuming, dark as the abyss of his own stomach.
One evening, as MC walked home under the stars, they felt a chill down their spine. They turned, and there he was—Beelzebub, his violet eyes wide, his lips parted in a soft, delighted smile.
"MC! What a coincidence to see you walking here so late!"
MC forced a smile. "Yeah… it’s funny how we keep running into each other."
Beel laughed softly. His voice was as sweet as honey, as warm as freshly baked bread. "It must be fate."
That night, when MC returned home, they noticed the news on their D.D.D. Someone had been found dead near the marketplace—a stranger whose face was so horribly torn and devoured it was unrecognizable. MC felt a pang of fear, but Beel’s comforting presence the next day pushed it aside. His gentle smile. His soft, large hands wrapping protectively around them.
"Don’t worry," he said. "I’ll always keep you safe."
It wasn’t long before MC started noticing the pattern. People who got too close to them—shopkeepers who smiled too brightly, classmates who lingered too long, even friends who tried to invite them out—began to disappear. Each time, the news was grim, and each time, Beel was there, his lips shining with something MC couldn’t identify, his breath warm as he whispered:
"I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you. Forever."
MC tried to pull away, but Beel was always there. No matter where they ran—through the twisting alleys of the Devildom, into the deepest corners of RAD, even up to the House of Lamentation’s highest tower—he would appear, as if by magic, as if he had never left.
"MC, it’s just a coincidence! Don’t be scared."
But it wasn’t coincidence. It was obsession.
When MC finally confronted him—when they screamed and accused him of following them, of killing those people—Beel’s expression didn’t change. His smile remained, but his eyes darkened, his voice dropping into a low hum that sent chills down MC’s spine.
"I had to," he said softly. "They were getting too close. They could’ve taken you away from me. And besides…" His tongue ran over his lips. "They tasted so good."
Beel stepped closer, his massive hands gentle but unyielding as they cupped MC’s face.
"You’re mine, MC. Forever and ever."
His lips pressed to their forehead, as soft and innocent as a prayer, but it was a kiss that sealed a promise darker than any curse.
No matter how far MC ran, no matter how many shadows they hid in, Beelzebub was always there, whispering sweet, innocent words of devotion, masking the monster lurking beneath.
A monster who would kill, devour, and smile, all for the one he loved.
All for MC.
And it was just… a coincidence.