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The sorcerer’s robes are billowing, and his steps are echoing against endless stone as he rushes through the hallways of the Demon Lord’s castle. He is on his way to get the final piece in a long-concocted plan – a piece which will give him the ability to conquer the strongest demon brother’s vice and subdue him once-and-for-all.
He is clutching a small, round object to his chest. It is a magical object that has been with him for ages and has been of great use to him quite often, but now he knows it is time for him to part with it. It always seemed to have a higher purpose, and this single, last use seems somehow fitting…
Sweeping around the next corner, he spots him, standing beside a grey pillar, just like all the others in this gigantic castle: the Avatar of Sloth.
Solomon comes up to him, carefully keeping his breath and heartbeat under control; a single mistake could ruin the whole plan.
“Did you bring it?” Belphegor’s voice is casual. But is it also a cover?
“Naturally,” Solomon answers, subtly nodding to the thing in his arms. “And do you have the price you promised?”
The Avatar pulls a package out of his deep pockets. “U-huh.”
The sorcerer is just able to manage the shake of his hands as they silently exchange the items.
Finally! With this he will convince Lucifer. An artefact which reminds him so strongly of a person precious to him, he would give up anything to get his hands on it!
Involuntarily, a grin spreads on Solomon’s face. “Pleasure!” he says, trying hard not to give away the extent of his excitement.
“How do I activate it?” the demon asks, while inspecting his new possession closely.
“Just use the key phrase you agreed on. That is also how you deactivate it.”
As the sorcerer struts off, a big, stupid smile on his face, Belphie is still wondering what he wants with Lucifer’s mug that says “Nr. 1 Daddy” on it.
But whatever. Any way to get rid of evidence is good for the Anti-Lucifer League, especially if it involves him getting something cool in return.
He shuffles back to the room he always uses at Diavolo’s castle, now empty, as the others are out on a tour, and plops onto the bed. At least in this aspect, Belphie has to hand it to the Demon Lord: his furniture is incredibly comfy.
Now to activate the thing… The key phrase is easy to remember; it was the first thing that came to his mind then and it still is now.
“I miss them,” he whispers into the empty room, and the lights start to dim. He leans back on the bed, one hand under his head, the other resting on his stomach as it gets darker and darker, and slowly the edges of the room start to fade.
Then, out of the darkness, shapes begin to appear. First made from even deeper shadows, then getting lighter and gaining color and brilliance. They are round and move in hypnotic, curved patterns around the room, which now seems to have entirely lost its ceiling.
As the planets finish materializing, Belphie notices the dots of light behind them. The firmament above him, which swallows all other light, is saturated with seemingly infinite gleaming stars, blinking at him like the eyes of a somber titan.
He wishes he could get lost in this like he used to. But he can’t.
The key phrase is still ringing through his mind, making him unable to think of anything else.
He sighs and closes his eyes. Maybe he does understand Lucifer.
Because he really misses them…