WARNING : I talk about death and dying a lot as this chapter deals with my MC, Freddie, reliving the moment Belphie killed them and attempting to reconcile the situation so everyone can return to a sense of normalcy. If you can handle that move on and if you're curious but sensitive just tread lightly. Description: During a night of celebration Belphegor asks Freddie to enter into a pact with the 7th born, but after the events that had lead up to this request Freddie could not handle being with Belphegor at that moment. They had repressed the night he had his hands around their throat and the lengths it took to get to where the two could tolerate each other. It would take more than a pact to mend Freddie's heart and trust. Author's Notes: It is safe to say if you read Dreamy Sandwich that this story takes place some time before that one shot. I decided to do this fanfic because we never got the redemption for our sloth boy in the story and maybe if enough of us try our version at redeeming him the developers might actually fix this oversight because let's face it, in-game MC needs therapy after what Belph did. Also because nicknames are used between friends and to symbolize a sense of familiarity I'll be avoiding any nicknames for Belphegor. It was weirdly painful to not use my thousands of nicknames for our cow-boy. Now on with the sad times ahead.



Somewhere in Diavolo's estate, Freddie and Belphegor stood in front of each other a few feet apart. It was the night of Diavolo's birthday party and Belphegor had just offered to be in a pact with Freddie, they had yet to accept. In all honesty, they had only come out here to bring him back to the party. Being alone with him was still one of the most difficult tasks Freddie could do. Every night Freddie had the same nightmare of Belphegor's hands wrapped around their throat. For the past two weeks, morning after morning, they saw the demon that had threatened their life when all Freddie had wanted to do was help him and his family be whole again. Even now they were unable to look him in the eyes, the idea of a pact seemed like a good idea. Freddie would have control over the demon and he would no longer be a threat in their mind, but Freddie never thought to use their pacts as a leash. Pacts had been a seal of trust and friendship from Freddie and when it came to Belphegor none of those things came to mind.

With Freddie's hand at their own throat, as if feeling the memory on their skin, they looked at the ground as they spoke in a shaky voice, "I...I can't be in a pact with you." The idea of allowing this demon that close to them frightened Freddie. For the past two weeks, he and his brothers had acted as if the incident had never happened. The same small chuckle that Belphegor made after a joke or at the breakfast table was a reminder of the one Freddie heard echoing in their dream as he strangled them. They could not deny he had been tamed after the news of Freddie being a descendant of Lilith, but Freddie could not forget the smile Belphegor had as he took their life in his hands and crushed it. Belphegor was shocked at Freddie's rejection, they seemed to be getting along since the incident, "What, why? You made packs with my brothers. What's different about us?" He had assumed all had been fine now that some time had passed. It was hard for a demon to understand the fragile state of life since they were immortal. A demon could not die after all unless someone went out of their way to kill one. Freddie looked up at Belphegor with fear and anger in their eyes as tears threatened to fall, "Your brothers may have joked or threatened my life, but none of them has ever laid a hand on me to actually follow through." Belphegor stepped back in shock as Freddie's voice shook with fear and anger, "You killed me!" Freddie had their arms wrapped around themself, it brought security at this moment. The idea of voicing these thoughts to Belphegor and his brothers had haunted them. The brothers seemed happy which is what Freddie had wanted, but it came at the cost of losing their courage.