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vivalaluciforever · 2 years

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Everybody x Reader - Forbidden Love

(Y/N) pov:

"(Y/N)!! WAKE UP!"

"HOLD ON!"

"SOMEONE GET THE D*MN DOCTOR!"

"SOLOMON DO SOMETHING!"

Shouting. It's all I hear. It's loud. Disruptive. I wish it would stop. I want nothing more than to sleep. I feel so tired. I no longer feel the pain in my throat. The ache in my chest has reached its climax, a symphony ready to take me away. I guess it's ironic. All of this is. The blood in my mouth leaves a sharp and icky taste, but it doesn't bother me anymore. For amidst the chaos, the yelling, and the blur of people running, I close my eyes and breathe no more.

A month prior...

"(Y/N)! We're ready to go to supper!" yells Mammon, outside my door as I finish putting my earring in.

Walking over to the door, I swing it open. "Ready!"

"(Y/N)... you look gorgeous..." whispers Mammon, gently smiling at me in awe.

My dress is a blue cling that splits partway down my thigh. The neckline is a v-neck that reveals a little bit of my chest. My heels are a warm gold, along with my sapphire gold-lined jewelry. I made the choice to pull my hair into an elegant updo, and my eyeshadow blue. Lastly, I have a little golden clutch for the night. I feel like a gorgeous queen.

"Thank you, Mammon! Let's go before Lucifer kills us!" I exclaim as we make our way to the entry hall, Mammon's arm out like a gentleman, and mine looped through his.

Reaching the stairs, we start to descend down the right side. Even though I am focused on not tripping, I can still make out the faces of the men as we walk down. Love. I feel so loved and cared for at this moment, like nothing in the world could hurt me because my family will always be here to protect me.

We reach the bottom of the stairs and Lucifer steps forward with his hand outstretched. "You look stunning. Shall we leave for supper now?"

"We shall," I say, as a smile graces my lips.

Looking back on this moment, supper was fine and dandy. We laughed, had fun, and of course, a little reprimanding in between. Desert was gorgeous and overall it was a meal I could never afford before the Devildom. However, it was after supper when I went to the restroom that it happened.

"Please excuse me for a moment. I'm going to run to the Ladies' room." I say as I excuse myself from the table.

Walking through the restaurant, I take in the beautiful lights and the surrounding. So much so that I don't even realize that there is a man in front of me. In my moment of clumsiness, my breath gets stolen from me. His aquamarine eyes shine bright like sunlight through a clear pond. The chocolate brown tresses grace the top of his head, some frame his face in loose curls while the rest are pulled into a handsome man bun. A well-maintained and trimmed beard covers his face and looks oh so nice on his tan skin. His clothes are surprisingly relaxed, with a nice jacket, a white t-shirt, and a pair of nice jeans.

In that split moment, his eyes meet mine fully. "I'm so sorry miss. Please forgive my lack of attention."

"No..." I barely whisper out. Say something (Y/N)! "It's perfectly fine, I wasn't paying attention either."

His chuckle, low and smooth fills something in me. Something I didn't even know was empty. "Well, I better get going."

"I- I'm sure you do indeed have somewhere to be! Safe journey!" d*mn it (Y/N), you didn't even get his cell.

I used the restroom and rejoined the group, and at that moment they were none the wiser, but I felt empty. That one pivotal moment changed my entire life. I yearned for him, pined for him, and loved him senselessly and unconditionally. Could I explain why? No, that's beyond even my knowledge. Until it began to happen.

"Hey, Asm-" Before I can finish my sentence, I start hacking and coughing violently. My chest aches so badly, and I wish he was here with me. The Chocolate tress man.

While I'm bent over hacking, Asmo rushes to grab me a glass of water and I greedily chug it down the minute I have it in my hand. "(Y/N), are you sick?! You've been coughing so violently for the past week my dear. Ever since we went to the restaurant it's just grown worse and worse. Did they give you food poisoning!? I'll go get Lucifer!"

"Asmo, I'm fine. I just think I'm catching the cold or something. There's no need to bug Lucifer right now, I'm just going to go lay down and rest for a while." I whisper hoarsely through my scratchy throat.

Standing up, Asmo follows behind me like a faithful little puppy. "I'm coming with you to make sure you get comfortable."

What I don't tell him is I don't want him. I want Chocolate tress man. "No, no. It's okay. Get back to doing your things, I'm sure you want to repaint your nails. It's not like I can't walk."

It took me quite some time to turn down Asmo, but I felt like being alone. I had begun to distance myself because I knew that they were all too close to me. I knew that they loved me, a love that I wasn't able to return. That was the first time. Laying alone in my bed, hacking, that the petals came. They were luminescent with a reddish-purple, turquoise blue, and gold. They were definitely from a Devildom flower. That night I just hacked petals. My throat ached and ached, and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. He probably doesn't even remember me were my thoughts as I coughed up those beautiful and painful petals. That was when I began my search for this disease and its cure.

Combing through the library, a voice suddenly startles me. "May I help you find whatever you're looking for?"

"Satan! You scared me to my wit's ends! No that's quite alright, I'm browsing aimlessly and the medical books caught my attention. I don't know why myself, but here we are." I state laughing and lying straight to his face. However, I can see in his eyes he believes me. Love and blind trust are deadly weapons and can be used to harm others or keep others ignorant of the situation. In this case, it harms me but keeps him blissfully ignorant.

"Ah well," he starts, his warm gaze looking at me. The warmth reserved only for me. "I am going to read and drink some tea, would you like to join me?"

At this moment, I find the book that I believe holds the answers I need. "I'm sorry Satan, truly I am, but I was going to read this alone in the music room and soak it all in. I hope you understand?"

"Of course," he chuckles. "If anyone does it would be me. Go enjoy your book and your own mind, I'll see you at supper."

I did just that too. I went to the music room, and I delved deep into that ancient book. I wanted to unveil all of its secrets, mysteries, and clues. I never expected to find what I found in that dreadful moment.

"Hmm..." I mutter out loud to myself in the solace of the music room as I skim the index. "What is Hanahaki Disease?"

I flip to the pages to find a beautifully drawn flower. "Hanahaki is an ancient disease. To the humans, it is seen as a myth, but to the people of the Devildom, it is deadly. When unrequited love blooms inside of a person, much like that of a bud in bloom, a chance to fall victim to this disease is born. It starts with bursts of coughing and fits of hacking. This is the first stepping stone to the disease rooting itself into its victim."

"The next noticeable symptom is petals. No longer will the lover be solely coughing, but they will also start to hack up petals. The petals are the favorite flower of their unrequited love. This is the next vital stepping stone in the Hanahaki disease."

Placing my fingers between the pages, I carefully close the book. Do I really want to know my demise? It seems quite obvious with how the author writes about this disease that it cannot be good in any manner, but it blooms from love. If it comes from something so pure, then there has to be a cure. I have to keep reading!

"Next the stems of the flower start to grow through the lungs and windpipe of the victim. This is the third escalation of the disease. This step comes with petals coated in blood and blood on its own being coughed up. The jump from step two to three is one of the most deleterious in the Hanahaki disease's cycle."

Coughs up... bloody petals? That sounds terrible and painful. Who would want the plant to grow through the lungs and windpipe?! It's basically strangling its victim but from the inside!

"The final step of the disease is to claim the life of its victim. Once the plant has fully bloomed through the inside of the being, it kills them entirely. This parasitic disease leaves no chance of survival for the victim, and only one cure is known throughout all of history for this deadly disease."

So there is a cure! I have to finish no matter what! There's a cure!

"Hanahaki disease can only be cured with the victim's love being returned by the admired one. The admired person must love the victim as romantic and pure love. Any other form of love is useless in the fight against the Hanahaki disease. If the admired one doesn't return their admirer's love, then the victim will die. This is the only known cure to this disease."

Only if the admired one returns the victim's love? I have to find a man I briefly ran into, get him to love me or hope he remembers me, and then have him promise his 'pure and romantic' love to me? I don't even know his name! What am I going to do? The only cure is him...

That was the day... the day I gave up. My heart sank and the pain intensified because I knew I would never find him. I would never get that return of affection or love. Besides, I thought, he probably doesn't even remember me. That was the cards I was dealt, and I knew that.

My days went quickly from there. My time was occupied by schoolwork, the brothers, the royals, and the members of Purgatory Hall, but that didn't matter. I was spending all of my time running to the bathroom, and hiding one major fact... that I was dying. No one knew, and I didn't give them the chance to guess. I retreated into my room more and more. I stopped attending events like movie night and family supper.

In hindsight, I know that these actions only worried everybody all the more. Did I care at the moment? No. I couldn't stand the thought of them having to watch me suffer through that and be able to do nothing about it. After all, they were all very fix-it people when it came to these situations. This is probably what led to that one fateful night.

Knock knock. "(Y/N)?" calls Lucifer, oddly gentle through the door.

"Yes?" I manage to cough out between the petals in my mouth.

I can almost imagine him on the other side of the door, unsure of where to put his hands. "May I, uh, come in dear?"

"Now's not really a," I stop and mask my cough by 'dropping' the laundry I was holding. "a good time. I kind of have my hands full!"

It all hurts so badly! My chest, my throat, it hurts. I want this pain to disappear. I wish I was already dead! "(Y/N), Lord Diavolo sent over a personal handwritten invitation for you to the ball tonight... we'd all be overjoyed if you came."

"I don't think I'll feel up to it tonight, sorry Lucifer," I call, and then quickly spit the bloody petals invading my mouth into the trash can.

Suddenly a shadow peaks under the doorway. Someone is sitting against my door. "(Y/N)... what can I do? How can I help you? Whatever's going on, surely we could fix it. Please (Y/N), please let me help you. I can't lose you."

"Oh Luci," I sigh out. "This isn't something you can fix, no matter how much I wish you could. If it'll make you feel that much more relieved... I will try to attempt tonight. However, I can't promise I won't find a quiet room somewhere in the castle."

"That makes me so glad to hear you say you'll try. I actually bought you a dress... it's out here with me right now. I'll let you grab it once I'm gone. I designed it just for you, no Asmo involved. I hope you like it." He whispers through the door, a whisp of happiness lacing his voice.

Oh, my dear firstborn... my time is next to up. I fear my clock could hit midnight tonight, but for your blissful ignorance and the others', I shall attend. "Thank you, Lucifer. I'll be out in roughly an hour."

I watch as his shadow peels away and listen as his steps fade down the hall before I open the door. The dress is off-shoulder with side shoulder straps like the iconic Belle dress, emerald green, green jewels scatter the top of the dress, and its skirt poofs out to grace me with a princess gown. The neckline has a little v showing a little bit of my chest, but other than that it's an overall gorgeous dress. Kittens heels of black grace my feet and emerald accessories lined with gold decorate my ears, neck, wrists, fingers, and my updo. It's a stunning dress, that shows off all of my curves, assets, and pact marks.

I made my way out the door and to the front hall. Much like that evening, the men gawked, complimented me, and treated me like a queen, but this time was different. I was being treated like glass. Beautiful, thin, easily breakable, as if one slip up would crack me and destroy me. They weren't quite wrong, to be honest.

The party was gorgeous, like something out of a fairytale. It was everything I had dreamed of as a kid, and admittedly a little bit as an adult, but that dream was short-lived. An hour into the party, I snuck away. Away from the sparkling lights, the sweet music, and the scrumptious food. Away from my family.

I found a little room. Quaint, quiet, and away from the party, so naturally it was perfect. I barely made it to the room when the petals and blood started to come, but I knew they would. I knew that that night would be my last, so I soaked it up. Danced with everybody there I loved, all of my family blissfully ignorant to my suffering. They wouldn't understand. How could they? Except for this time, the blood and petals didn't stop. The pain didn't abide. It kept coming. Waves and waves of agony pierced my body until I crumpled against the wall, and my eyes started to blur.

Before long, the door slammed open and loudness returned to my senses... but it was dull, distant, as if I was in a dream, far far away. I could only hear little snippets throughout the mess of noise and downright confusion.

"(Y/N)!! WAKE UP!"

"HOLD ON!"

"SOMEONE GET THE D*MN DOCTOR!"

"SOLOMON DO SOMETHING!"

And at that last moment, I heard one voice. One voice I knew in my very soul, but it was too late. "Mystery girl! Please hold on! Please! LET ME THROUGH! I LOVE YOU... I... PLEASE... DON'T... DON'T... LEAVE!"

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