He gasped as Amaimon whispered. How!? How!. Was he saying what the time King thought he was? He couldn't. It wasn't possible. "Otouto....how...how could you ever feel anything other than disgust and hate for a monster like me ....who has hurt you...so very much? Even so recently as a few wholes ago...." It was a hard question to ask but it came tumbling out before he could stop it, all in a helpless rush of doubt, fear and concern. The hard wood floor was uncomfortable against his knees but he didn't care "you can't feel anything for me...it's not safe Amaimon...I want you to feel emotions for me, but at the same time I don't want you to feel them because I'm dangerous and I'll hurt you more and...." Tears spilled down his cheeks now, his head hanging in both regret, and submission. …show more content…
His actions had been wrong, he'd hurt Amaimon over and over and last night epitome of his monstrousness "I want you to run!! I want you to go and never come back so I can't hurt you anymore! Take the money, leave, be safe, find love elsewhere. It's not smart to stay and hurt yourself....it will kill me to watch you go...but what else is there to do?" What else was there? Amaimon would leave or stay and in the end one or both of them would be hurt. If the pain was to be given to one person he hoped it would be him, hoped Amaimon would take that burden from himself and give it to him instead "Otouto...I feel all these things for you, but I'm scared....I don't want to hurt you again...but I know I will," Mephisto did not get up when Amaimon begged him to, instead he continued to look at the floor, not moving from his position, trembles and sobs wracking his