“Wait…? 200 years…? How is that possible?” Your mouth fell agape. He won’t rest until he reads it from cover to cover. “Satan has been waiting for this book to come out for over 200 years.
He’ll be fine.” You could feel Belphegor’s hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, though you knew he found your concern hilarious. “He hasn’t gotten up to eat, drink or go to the bathroom ever since that goddamn package arrived.” “Won’t he die?!” You could feel your eyes growing wide in an instant. “We just leave him be, I guess.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “What do you usually do when this happens?” You could see hints of a smile threatening to break out on Belphie’s face, the demon choosing to reply with a small shrug. You turned to look at the purple haired devil. “Possibly.” Belphegor let out a disinterested sigh from the spot next to you. “Are we absolutely sure he’s still breathing?”
“He’s been like this since morning.” You cocked your head, observing the demon in front of you. In which the brothers and MC try to divert Satan’s attention away from a new book.
