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A pitch black darkness surrounded them. Something was stopping them from moving, and their magic wasn't responding.
They tried to call out but their mouth wouldn't open.
Was this another nightmare? Was Belphie on top of them while they slept again? No, this felt different.
A light, white and far too bright, suddenly shined in the distance.
They still couldn't move.
What's going on? What's that light? Why don't they want to go towards it?
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
They tried to move again.
There was no body to move.
They were dead.
They wanted to cry, they wanted to feel tears running down their face. All they felt was a deep sorrow in their chest. Soul? What is that anyway? What was the thing demons so admired and hungered for? Why, if their soul was so bright and beautiful, could they still not see it?
They thought about the candles in Thirteen's cave. Had theirs, beside the brothers, blown out? Has it finally melted down into nothing? Did Thirteen get to keep their soul now? They hoped she did, she would love it and keep it safe.
WHY CAN'T THEY CRY
They thought about Luke and Simeon and Diavolo and Barbatos and the brothers, and all the other people who love them and they had left behind...
How were they handling this? Why did they have to die? Why did they have to be the first person Satan truly mourned? Why couldn't they stay alive? Who was going to play games with Levi now and be his friend?
They thought it was the worst thing they had ever felt when they were alive and all their sorrow didn't fit in their chest. Now they didn't even have a chest to fit any of it. They felt it across their entire soul, far too much for a human to handle. They couldn't feel anything else.
Would Beel and Belphie blame themselves for this too? They wanted to hope not, but the thought of the twins crying because of them caused so much pain the thought fizzled out. MC had promised themself to not cause them pain, to not let them mourn their death.
How would Asmo react? They know he cares with his whole heart about his family, about his partner. They knew he'd probably start drinking again. They didn't want him to try and drown out his feelings... If he went to bars when he was broken up with, how would he react to his first true partner, the person who loves him with all his flaws, dying?
Lucifer wouldn't be seen for a while, even by his brothers. Lilith's death... .... They still weren't sure how they felt towards her. Lucifer practically sold his soul to get to her to live happily. He drank far too many bottles of Demonus when he was upset MC was on a date with someone else. After their death? ....
How much pain could one person handle? If this is what they felt for dying, what did their family feel after their death?
How would Luke handle this? He barely remembered the Celestial War, MC was going to be the first person he ever lost. All they wanted to do was protect him, not hurt him like this.
Mammon-
All of the memories of what they had gone through with him, how he was always the one at their side when no one else was, how they could talk to him about anything and they wouldn't feel guilty or shameful. They thought about his promise to always be by their side. He promised to stay by their side and love them no matter if they changed, or turned evil or whatever.
They realized they would never see Mammon again.
The light in front of should've been blinding with how bright it was shinning.
MC couldn't see it.
Despair consumed them.