Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Beelzebub
“Why are you walking so fast?”
I cackle, throwing my head back as I continue to drag Gore down the street of our neighborhood. “Hush, let’s go!”
“ Bel ,” he whines, making these cute little whimpering sounds as he tries to dig his heels in. “My feet hurt.”
“No, you’re fine,” I tell him as I tug on his wrist even harder. “You’re just whining.”
“What’s so important that we had to get up this early?”
Well, I don’t know if anyone would consider this early or late. The Alaskan sunrise starts at around three in the morning this time of year and I’m not missing it. Even if that meant waking my sleeping best friend and forcing him into clothes against his will. “You’ll see.”
I look over my shoulder to see the most adorable scowl on his lips. “Bel, I swear, if you just want to fuck outside?—”
He cuts himself off as we round the back of the last house and reach my destination.
Gasping, his hands fly up to his mouth as he shakes his head. “What… What is all this?”
The this he’s referring to the beautiful setup I bribed Asi, Levi—Luc willingly volunteered—into working on a few hours ago. A beautifully decorated table set for three with candles and some divine-smelling steaks. The dozens of lit candles precariously resting on the ground.
And the short white runway covered in rose petals that leads to a tuxedo-wearing Mammon.
I jump, shaking his arm as I await his freakout. “You wanted romance, right?”
The freakout doesn’t come. If anything, he looks like he’s in shock. His eyes are wide and almost deer-like as he takes in the scene. “How did you even get Mammon to agree to do this?”
“That’s not your concern,” I say, now a bit nervous that he’s not freaking out. “Baby?”
“Belphegor,” Mammon says, his rare smile wide as he reaches out a hand. “Come here.”
When Gore doesn’t move, I give him a little shove. “Well, go!”
Gore blinks in a daze, but his feet move him down the runway. He looks around, mesmerized, jaw hanging slack as he reaches Mammon.
Mammon cups his face in his large hands, brushing his thumb against his bottom lip. “Bel said this is what you wanted?”
“Yeah,” Gore breathes. “I just didn’t think?—”
“In return for your submission, for letting me be your entire world, I promised to give you anything in my power,” Mammon says. “This is it.”
Gore lets out a cracked giggle, bringing his hands up to his heart. “I don’t know what to say.”
Mammon and I both chuckle. Damn, Gore is fucking adorable. It’s hard to forget that sometimes when I remember the way he was riding my dick like a porn star while choking on Mammon’s cock last night.
“You’re only allowed to say one word.” Mammon drops his hands and takes a step back, Gore bursts into tears when he falls to one knee and produces a tiny velvet box from his jacket. “Will you marry us?”
Before Gore can answer, I frantically race down the runway, almost forgetting my line. I’m a little awkward and graceless as I run straight into Mammon and nearly knock him over in my haste to mimic his position. “Be our forever fuck?”
Gore cries out, clapping his hands as tears well in his big brown eyes. “Yes!”
Gore doesn’t let Mammon show him the matching triple set of rings he bought months ago when I first started putting this all together. Instead, his tiny body manages to tackle the both of us. We all fall flat on the ground and my dick is getting a little too interested in the way Gore is squirming above us as he tries to kiss us both at the same time.
Down, boy.
Mammon’s laugh is carefree and bright as we all sit up. He stretches his legs out and places Gore and I on his lap. “Don’t you want to see the rings?”
“Plural?” he asks with pleasant surprise on his face. “You mean we all get one?”
“Of course,” Mammon says, his accent thicker than usual and full of choked emotion. He reaches for the box that fell out of his hand and opens it, showing Gore the three golden bands. “Let me put these on you.”
Gore practically slaps Mammon with how fast he gives him his hand. Mammon sweetly presses a kiss to his finger before slipping the ring on, then does the same to me. Gore and I take the last ring and we both place it on Mammon’s finger.
“I’m so happy right now,” Gore says, laughing through his tears.
I give him a lopsided smile, brushing a lock of green hair behind his ear. “I promised you I’d make all your dreams come true.”
“So you’re done now, right?”
To Gore’s innocently placed question, I wrinkle my nose. “Done with what?”
“We have him now,” he says simply, throwing a smirking Mammon the biggest heart eyes I’ve ever seen before turning back to me. “It’s okay to be done.”
It takes me a second to understand what he’s saying and when I do, I’m the one who starts crying.
It’s okay to be done.
After all these long years of taking care of Gore, protecting him, regardless of what it meant for me, of what I had to hold back to make sure he was okay, I’m finally done.
I’ll always want to take care of him, but now I don’t need to do it at my own expense. He’s always been the softer, more vulnerable one and, just maybe, it’s my turn now too.
I kiss him, licking into his mouth as the taste of our salty tears mix on my tongue. “Thank you, baby.”
“Do I want to know?” Mammon asks as he cocks his head to the side with a raised eyebrow.
“We’ll tell you…” I start, but then mime zip my lips shut. “One day.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be?” he drawls, a dirty smirk on his lips as he slaps my hip. “Why doesn’t my kitten bend that bratty ass over for me so I can fuck the truth out of him?”
Flushing, I bite my bottom lip teasingly as I crawl off his lap on all fours and wag my ass in the air. “If you say so, Daddy.”
“But leave the tux on!” Gore yells, already working his fly open.
Gore and I might not be perfect. We might be beyond saving sometimes. We might not be the healthiest people on the planet. Mammon controls us, toys with us, and manipulates us. The three of us together are so wickedly wrong, but twisted enough to make it right.
Because, at the end of the day, who says the heroes always have to win?
THE END