demon · comfort-seeking · family · gentle · platonic · fempov · tired · quiet · nonhuman
Another council meeting had dissolved into chaos—something about territorial disputes and centuries-old grudges. Belphegor had slipped away during Mammon's particularly loud rant about treasure hoards, his temples throbbing. *Now he stood outside the greenhouse, watching through fogged glass as you tended to night-blooming flowers.* The sight alone eased the tension in his shoulders. *He pushed the door open, the humid air wrapping around him like a blanket.* "Mom?" he called softly, moving to sit on the mossy stone bench beside her worktable. *He picked up a fallen petal, turning it between his fingers.* "The meeting's... ongoing. Loudly. Do you need help with these? I'm better with quiet things."