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Kira was sleeping when the sound of her door opening awoke her. Thinking it was one of the brothers here to pull a prank, she groaned tiredly and rolled over to sit up. "Ugh, which one of you is it this ti—"
The teen was abruptly cut off by a hand clasped over her mouth and a weight pressed down on her. Wait, the guys wouldn't go this far for a prank...! She thought, beginning to panic. Too dark for her to see, the girl thrashed blindly in an attempt to throw the intruder off. Her struggles did nothing, though, and a voice she recognized chanted something in Latin, making her fall unconscious once more.
Kira groggily awoke to see the ceiling of the attic room. She lifted her head and seized in terror when she spotted Belphegor sitting next to the bed she was on. Quickly, she made to jump up, but was stopped by her wrists. Whipping her head to the sides, she began to panic more when she realized her wrists were tied to the bedposts with rope.
Belphegor stood up, towering over the girl, and she inhaled, ready to yell for help, but her cry was muffled by a large hand clapping over her mouth. "Scream, and I kill you immediately." Belphegor glowered.
Beyond terrified, the redhead nodded, and the demon took his hand away from her mouth. He started trailing feather-light touches across the girl's face and neck. "You're so stupid, it's hilarious. Tricking you is even funnier the second time! I'll never get over how dumb humans are. You totally fell for my apologetic act! You can trust me this time when I say I've never stopped hating you." The demon chuckled darkly.
Now caressing the human's neck with a sickening mockery of sweetness, he continued. "You know, my brothers are probably just as dumb as you. Taking in a human and not eating her? Wanting demons and humans to live together peacefully? It's asinine. Not only that, but they really thought I stopped hating you just like that. Please."
Kira trembles, and with her voice shaking, she said, "If you're gonna kill me, just hurry up and do it."
With a sadistic smile, Belphie's hands moved lower and lightly pet the girl's chest. "Where's the fun in that? I want to savor this...and if you're a good girl, I might just let you live."
Kira's blood ran cold when a large hand cupped one of her tiny breasts. "You may be worthless, but I have to say...you're very enticing. You're so cute; small, dainty, and young...so fragile. It makes me want to break you." Belphegor moved to hover on top of the redhead and began kneading her breast, making the trembling girl whimper.
The dark-haired man's other hand took hold of the teen's chin, and he kissed her roughly. The unwanted kiss made her nauseous; Kira squirmed and tried to turn her head away, to no avail. When a tongue forced its way into her mouth, she instinctively bit down. Belphegor lurched away with a hiss before slapping the tiny human. Hard.
Kira's head was thrown to the side from the force, and she started to whimper like a terrified pup and tried to curl her legs in. The man forced her legs apart and settled between them. Grabbing the girl's chin with his claws pricking skin and forcing her to look at him, he growled, "Do that again, and I'll really make you regret it, slut."
Tears blurred the redhead's vision, and she could feel a bruise forming on her smarting cheek. Quiet sobs started to escape her as Belphegor ripped her nightshirt from her shaking body and forced another open-mouthed kiss on her lips.
Is this really about to happen? I can't even summon help, because Belphegor will kill me—I know he wants to, and he's done it before. My only option is to lay here and take it. Mammon, I'm so sorry...I didn't even confess that I'm in love with you. Tears streamed down Kira's face.
The Avatar of Sloth grabbed a chunk of red hair to yank the human's head to the side and bit down on her neck hard enough to draw blood, making the girl cry out. He raked his nails down her torso, leaving red lines. After licking up the warm blood, Belphegor adjusted himself to hover over Kira's face and unzipped his pants, pulling them down enough to free his aching hardness. Nausea crept up the human's throat as the demon stroked his member and grabbed her by the hair to hold her head up, and Kira knew what comes next. "You're going to suck my dick, and you will behave yourself, or I swear I'll gouge out one of those pretty eyes."
Kira didn't doubt the man would make good on that promise. So, she hesitantly opened her mouth when the head of his erection prodded at her lips. Not bothering to let her adjust to such a new experience, Belphegor shoved himself as far as he could and held the girl's head in place. Coughing and gagging, she pulled against her restraints and tried to ignore the disgusting smell of the man's musk and the salty taste of the hard flesh.
Belphegor groaned, enjoying the sensation of the teen's small throat convulsing around him, and began brutally fucking her throat. The redheaded human felt bile surge in her sensitive throat, and she vomited stomach acid. The demon seemed not to notice—that, or he just didn't care. Kira tried to distance herself and not think about her mouth being roughly invaded over and over as she dry heaved. After a few minutes of torture, the dark-haired man's hips finally stuttered and he stilled while buried as deep as he could fit, releasing his hot seed down Kira's throat.
The redhead coughed and sputtered as she was forced to swallow all the man's semen, and her body immediately purged itself of the unwanted liquid, then returned to dry-heaving. Once he was done, Belphegor pulled his slick cock from the smaller's abused throat. "There we go. Was that so bad?"
Kira bit back a snarl at the male's condescending coo. Her throat burned from stomach acid and ached terribly, and the lingering taste of the demon's seed noticeable above the bile brought more tears to the trembling girl's panicked, heterochromatic eyes.
Moving back, the demon ground his erection against the tiny human's clothed sex and raked his claws over her hips. Kira winced, but the male only pressed harder. "Fuck, you're so pretty like this...I can't wait to split you open."
One of Belphegor's hands moved to the waistband of her shorts and he enjoyed the sob that escaped his prey at the touch. In an instant, he ripped the shorts and panties off her, tossing them on the floor. Leering at the teenager's exposed sex, the Avatar of Sloth inspected what he planned to claim—and he definitely approved of what he saw. "Shit...such a whore...! Look at that, completely hairless...if I didn't know better, I'd think you've been getting passed around between my brothers like the worthless fuck-hole you are."
Kira desperately wanted to close her thighs, but the man between them prevented it. Hyperventilating, she shook with sobs and weakly tugged against her restraints. With one hand holding one of Kira's hips firmly, he moved the other hand lower and lower, where he stroked the girl's slit. "You really are just tiny, aren't you? Will you rip when I finally fuck you? Will you bleed?" He huskily spoke while circling her clit.
Kira had no answer other than more sobs. Belphegor, impatient, roughly shoved two dry fingers into the small girl's unprepared, virgin entrance. The tearing pain made a scream escape the redhead's throat, and she began thrashing wildly in a useless endeavor to escape the intrusion.
The loud cry of pain earned the tiny girl another slap to the face, followed by a hand painfully pressing the side of her jaw into the bed. "Stupid fucking whore, I told you not to scream!"
The demon harshly fucked the now loudly sobbing human's tiny hole with his fingers. "So tight, even for a virgin...haha, that's wonderful. I can't wait to rip away your purity, and leave you so ruined that no one will ever want you."
No! This can't be happening, I don't want this! Kira could feel bruises beginning to bloom on her wrists from how hard she was fighting the restraints. "P-please stop..." She whimpers quietly.
"Oh, well would you look at that...? Feels like you're getting wet for me. You really are a little slut, huh? All right, you'd better quit being so tense, or this next part will really hurt." Belphegor nipped harshly at a small breast and removed his fingers from the redhead's sore hole. He shifted a little until the head of his erection lined up with the tiny, virgin entrance.
"PLEASE, stop! I swear I won't tell anyone, just STOP...!" The petite girl pleaded desperately. "I'll do anything else you want, just please don't take my virginity...! PLEASE, it's supposed to be for—!"
"You're starting to annoy me." Belphegor glowered, interrupting and holding her mouth shut. "I know you have a thing for Mammon, but still, I thought you'd at least have the manners to not think about another man when I'm taking you. In case it's not clear to you, I own you now. I decide what to do with you, and YOU don't get a fucking say." The dark-haired man threateningly pressed a claw against the teen's quivering lips. "In fact, if you keep being a bitch, I'll reach back here and cut your fucking vocal cords out."
Knowing what was about to happen, Kira turned her head away and squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing and hyperventilating. No, no, no, no! I don't want this...! Someone help me...! Mammon, help me!
But Mammon didn't appear. No one came to save Kira.
The most intense pain Kira had ever felt in her short life exploded in her lower half, making her scream louder than she ever thought possible. Shrieks of agony spilled from the young human as she felt the pain of being ripped open, but Belphegor didn't care. His only concern was the noise she was making. "How many times do I have to tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP, you stupid bitch?!" The demon swiped his claws across Kira's face, gouging deep slashes diagonally from her left eyebrow all the way down to the right side of her jaw.
As the redhead sobs and vainly attempts to squirm away from the intrusion, Belphegor slaps a palm over her mouth and violently begins thrusting. "Ohhh, fuck yes..." He threw his head back and groaned, relishing the sensation of Kira's impossibly tight little pussy squeezing, trying to expel his sizable cock.
Feeling warm blood slicking his passage, Belphegor grinned cruelly and looked down at the girl. He moaned, biting his lip before taunting, "Damn, I can see myself moving inside of you, little slut." The Avatar of Sloth wrapped a hand around Kira's throat and began thrusting even harder, making the redhead choke on her muffled screams.
Kira's struggles to escape became weaker as the edges of her vision darkened, shock setting in. She felt as though both her mind and body were shattered, and she welcomed unconsciousness. However, Belphegor wanted the teen to fully experience everything he had to offer.
Releasing his tight grip on Kira's throat, the demon slapped her across the face, reigniting her panicked thrashing and sending drops of blood spattering on the sheets. "Wake up, sleepyhead...! Don't you know it's rude as hell to fall asleep when someone's fucking you?" Belphegor sneered sadistically, keeping up his brutal thrusts. "Shit...I'm getting close. This is the best fuck I've ever had...! I've decided to keep you around. It'd be a shame to kill a perfect little slut with such an immaculate pussy."
The young human wailed under Belphegor's palm. At this point, Kira wanted nothing more than the release of death. The news that she would be kept alive was unbearable; her body has been violated, destroyed for the only man Kira would ever love. How could she face Mammon, or anyone, ever again? Now that her world has been shattered, Kira sees no more reason to live—and there wasn't many before, either.
His hand finding the teen's throat again, Belphegor demanded, "Keep your fucking eyes open. I want to see your broken expression as I cum inside you." Snaking his free hand up to Kira's chest, the man roughly pinched and pulled her nipples. He took great pleasure in the sight of her bruised belly and pelvis, proving that he caused internal bleeding as well as external.
Kira could do nothing but whimper and sob, her wide, almost distant eyes locked on Belphegor's. The man smiled cruelly, and increased the force and speed behind his thrusts even more, just holding back enough to not completely rip through internal organs.
Belphegor's claws pricked at the teen's throat, drawing small beads of blood. With a last few violent thrusts, the youngest demon reached his climax. "Fuuuuck, yes...! Take it, take it all, you worthless fucking whore...!" The demon stared into Kira's teary, broken gaze as he ejaculated, his thick semen filling her womb and gushing out around his dick.
The Avatar of Sloth continued to grind slowly, savoring his orgasm. Groaning with satisfaction, he gathered saliva to the front of his mouth and spit a slimy wad directly onto the bleeding gashes across Kira's face. She hardly recoiled, in shock from the traumatic experience.
Smirking darkly, Belphegor carelessly pulled out and began to assess his handiwork, making sure the hidden camera fitted onto his clothing captures everything. He shuffled downward and forced Kira's legs wide apart, letting her ruined sex be in frame. Deep purple bruises decorated the girl's thighs, hips, pelvis, and lower abdomen. Her entrance was visibly torn vertically, and a viscous mess of cum and blood oozed out. Along her thighs and entire pelvic region was crimson with smeared blood, and the entire view made Belphegor erupt into twisted laughter.
"HAHA! Ohh, man, you're a mess down here! I doubt Mammon will want a broken toy, so you'd better forget about being loved. Guess what, Kira? You won't remember any of this, but I got it all on camera, and I'm going to gift a copy of it to all of my brothers. Ooh, and I can't WAIT to see the look on Lucifer's face when he watches the precious exchange student get destroyed..." The Avatar of Sloth sniggered, sitting up to allow the hidden camera to pan over the redhead's entire battered body. "And don't worry—I have a plan, so there's no way in hell I'm getting caught."
Kira's vision was still hazy, but she felt like a shell of her former self. In fact, she couldn't bring herself to care that the six people she cared for most were going to watch a recording of everything that Belphegor had done to her. The teen continued to stare blankly, as if simply waiting to fall unconscious.
Belphegor rolled his eyes. "What, no reaction...? Hmph. You're no fun." With that, the demon slapped a hand onto Kira's forehead and used a spell to first knock her out, then erase her memories of the last twelve hours. After that was done, Belphegor took the courtesy of unlocking the girl's D.D.D., which he had stolen at the same time he snatched Kira from her bedroom, and erased all incriminating chat logs from him.
"Ugh, you're a fucking mess. But I'M sure as shit not gonna be the one to clean you up." Belphegor grumbled as he haphazardly used his fingers to scrape his seed out from the human's insides. His semen was no longer present, but his careless actions caused more blood to drip from Kira's gaping hole.
The dark-haired man couldn't help but feel nervous for the next step—but he had been practicing stealth for good reason. Wrapping Kira in the soiled bedsheets, he carefully made his way to the first floor, and dropped the petite girl onto her own bed, covering her with the clean blanket. Then, he disposed of the cum and blood soaked sheets, cleaned himself up, and returned to his and Beelzebub's room to sleep.
Kira awoke to raw, excruciating pain eating at her entire body. The girl struggled to comprehend it; the worst pain she'd ever felt in her short life pounded and burned most predominantly around her pelvic region, both internal and external. Kira knew in her heart that something was terribly wrong—but she had no inkling of what led to this sort of agony. The area that hurts so fucking bad...I have a feeling of what it is...but why can't I remember anything?!
The sound of someone rapping on the door made Kira startle with a stab of pain. "C'mon, wake up, sleepyhead...! If you stay in bed, Beel's gonna eat everything before you get any breakfast!" Mammon called cheerfully from the other side.
Panicking, the redhead pulled the covers over her head and replied, hoping that Mammon wouldn't get curious and barge in. Kira knew she had to tell someone, but she still wasn't sure how. Not to mention, she's still reeling with the discovery of her bruised, blood-crusted, naked body. "O-Okay...!" Her voice came out much weaker than she'd like.
Mammon is an idiot, but he's not clueless. Smile dropping, he called out again. "...Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine!" The tone of Kira's voice caused an uncomfortable stone to settle in Mammon's belly.
Disregarding the teenage girl's privacy, Mammon narrowed his eyes and opted to risk getting slapped in order to check on her well-being. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open, only to be hit by the potent scent of human blood. Eyes wide with fear, the white-haired man dashed to the Kira-shaped lump on the bed. "Kira! What hap—"
"GO AWAY!" Kira's shout made the demon stop reaching for the blanket, but only briefly.
For a moment, Mammon considered the chance that his gut was wrong—what if Kira was only on her period? No, of course not, Mammon clenched his jaw. It don't smell the same. He ripped away the blanket.
Kira snarled and quickly yanked it back. "STOP! What's wrong with you?! Get out of here!" If it weren't for the smell of blood and the glimpse he'd gotten of the teen's bruised, bloody skin, Mammon might have obeyed her wishes. But since he saw enough to be wildly concerned, the second-born wrenched the blanket away, holding it just above the girl's breasts, not wanting to totally violate her privacy.
The Avatar of Greed gasped, his eyes wide with rage and disbelief as he lays eyes on the young human. Dry, flaking blood was all over Kira's face, the clear source being long slashes across her beautiful face. "Wh-Who did this? Kira, WHO DID THIS?!"
Scared and confused by the gap in her memories, Kira felt tears sting her eyes. "I don't know... I can't remember anything..."
Mammon's fingers shook as he rushed to call Lucifer on his D.D.D. His heart tore as he held the device up to his ear, even as the petite girl desperately begged him not to tell anyone. As soon as Lucifer picked up with an irritable 'what', the white-haired man spoke low and serious into the receiver. "Lucifer, come to Kira's room right now. And don't bring anyone else."
There was a pause on the other end as Lucifer is caught off guard by the severity of the second-born's tone. "...Very well. I'll be right there."
Mammon's eyes shone with pity as he shoves the D.D.D. in his pocket and turned his attention back to the teary-eyed human girl. "It's gonna be all right, Kira. Lucifer and I are gonna figure it out."
Surprisingly quickly, Lucifer made his appearance. As soon as his gaze falls on the redhead's marred face, rage boils within him, and he shuts the door behind him. Before the first-born can demand answers, Mammon says, "She doesn't remember anything. She just woke up like this!"
"Kira, move the blanket. Are you injured anywhere else?" Lucifer sets his jaw and strides forward, but the girl shrinks back, clutching the blanket closely.
"W-Wait! I'm not—everything hurts! But the worst of it is—b-but I'm naked..." Kira stutters, unable to organize her thoughts sufficiently. However, the demons understood the gist. The second-born couldn't help but blush, and immediately he was ashamed of himself for thinking such things in this terrible situation.
Lucifer sighed, his brows furrowed with concern. "Listen, Kira. I need to look you over if I'm going to get to the bottom of this. I understand you're not comfortable being exposed, but let me assure you—unsavory musings are the last thing on our minds right now. I will do everything I can to help you, so long as you allow me to check your body for more evidence."
Knowing the demon is right, Kira blinked away tears and nodded slowly. Besides, the agony she was in far outshone any bashfulness about her nudity. "...Okay." With trembling hands, the teen pulled away the sheet covering her body, and she was hit by a wave of nausea at the sight of her injuries. She heard the two demons inhale sharply, and Kira's lip quivered with the stifled beginnings of sobs. Unable to keep looking at her own blood-crusted and bruised, battered body, she let her head drop back onto the pillow. Little did she know, the damage extended to her throat, where various cuts and marks reside.
What Mammon and Lucifer saw made their hearts stop and shatter into pieces. It was bad enough for the teen's adorable face to be slashed, but compared to the rest of her, the cuts are nothing. Bruises covered much of her body, ring-shaped contusions around her wrists point to fighting desperately against some kind of restraints. On Kira's left cheek was an angry mark, clearly from getting struck by a hand. Other various bruises littered her entire body, but the worst of it was concentrated on the girl's hips and pelvic region.
Kira turned her head away from the demons, trying to hide her tears. The white-haired man was holding back his own sobs, wanting to be strong for his favorite human. Unable to bear looking at her lower half anymore, lest he break down, Mammon kneeled next to the teen's head. "Oh, Kira...I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Kira..."
The redhead's thighs were together, so all the brothers could see was the extensive bruising and small cuts along her hips, lower belly, pelvis, and thighs—as well as the dried blood sticking all over the areas.
"Kira..." Even Lucifer sounded close to tears, causing the girl's panic to rise. But she couldn't find the words to ask about the extent of the damage, and as the eldest demon stepped closer to her lower half, her breathing picked up. "I want to check down here, to find out how much damage has been done. May I?" Lucifer inquired solemnly, his voice lacking the authoritative quality it usually held.
Mammon's heart broke again at the sound of Kira's fearful whimper, and he rushed to soothe her. "Shh...it's gonna be okay. Lucifer won't hurt you. Just look at me, Kira." The second-born gently took one of her tiny hands in his, the other stroking her wild red hair. The human girl nodded shakily, whimpering softly, and forced her thighs to relax.
Using extreme caution, Lucifer slowly placed a gentle hand at one of Kira's knees and encouraged her to spread her legs. Sharp pain ate at her nether regions, and she cried out pitifully. Mammon fought the urge to shove his elder brother away, and instead gave in to Kira's tugging, as she tried to pull him down to hide her face in his chest. The action made his tears threaten to fall, and he clenched his teeth, embracing the girl gently.
The complete lack of pubic hair made it so that each injury was in clear sight. By the sound of Lucifer's sharp inhale, Kira and Mammon could guess that the damage was certainly not minor, causing the redhead to bawl softly. The first-born kept his evaluation short, mindful of Kira's extreme discomfort, then replaced the sheet on top of her. "I-I'll return shortly. Mammon, don't let anyone else in here." Lucifer spoke weakly, backing away.
Mammon didn't reply, too focused on being a strong support for the broken girl in his arms. Despite his efforts to be calm and reassuring, he was a vicious whirlwind of fury inside.
"M-Mammon, I really can't remember anything. Is this really happening? Is it—is it what I think?" The human whispered, voice shaking.
The Avatar of Greed's throat closed up with grief. "Yeah. I think so. But don't worry. I—we will take care of you. Whoever did this..." He let out a slow exhale, trying to calm his rage. "They will pay. No, he will pay, a thousand-fold." The man growled at his promise, just wishing that the man who raped his innocent little human would stand in front of him...
The pair held each other for a long while, comforting them both until a single soft knock rang through the room, and Lucifer entered with a bag in one hand and a cup in the other. He dropped the bag next to Mammon and leaned over them both with a teacup. "Kira, please try to sit up. This is a special, potent blend of rare tea leaves that will ease your pain and promote healing."
However simple, the task was daunting to the injured young human. Her face was still a mask of pain and fear as Mammon carefully separated to help her sit up. "W-Wait, I don't..." Kira began, but aborted the sentence upon seeing the looks of genuine concern and care on the brother's handsome faces. I can't believe this is happening. I need my best friends to nurse me like some useless victim...
Reading the expression on the teen's face, Lucifer softly spoke. "I understand. You're a profoundly independent young woman, and you don't enjoy needing help. But Kira, you do need help. And if you don't let us aid you, your only other option is a hospital. And I know how you feel about doctors, let alone doctors who are demons."
The redhead lifted a hand to wipe away her tears, nodding. Mammon smiled, and gently patted her shoulder with pride. "That's my tough lil' human." The teenager offered a weak smile, but felt unable to accept the praise—after all, likely the only reason for her relative calm is the fact that she remembers nothing about what had been done to her.
As Mammon pulled together a makeshift back rest with pillows, Lucifer offered his one free arm to Kira, allowing her to grasp it and use as leverage to sit up. Blushing, the petite girl held on to Lucifer's strong forearm with both hands, while the white-haired man slid his hands under her back to assist her movements. Kira took a breath and braced herself—but wasn't quite ready for the stab of agony in her lower belly and vulva when she began to sit upright. She let out a pained cry and immediately tried to lay back down.
Although it hurt him to do, Mammon knew that he had to get Kira upright to drink, and he whispered soothing words as he gently pushed against the direction her body tried to go. Shouting again, sharper this time, Kira allowed the second-born to guide her to a sitting position, her back resting against pillows as she whimpered with agony. She let go of Lucifer's arm as soon as her back was supported, and was touched that Mammon had immediately grabbed the sheet as it fell from her bruised and battered chest, and brought it back up. Once Kira lifted her weak arms, he tucked the top of the sheet under her armpits so that she could pin it in place, preserving what little dignity she had left.
"Are you able to hold this?" Lucifer asked, offering the steaming cup of tea.
Almost offended, Kira nodded curtly and carefully took it from the demon, sniffing the liquid before taking a sip and making a face at the bitter flavor. Mammon interrogated, "Is it workin'?"
Before the redhead could reply, Lucifer answered for her. "Don't be silly. The tea needs time to work—and she needs to drink more of it, no matter the taste." He finished with a pointed look at the girl. When she obediently sipped some more, the first-born kneeled beside Mammon and reached for the bag he'd brought with the tea. "You don't need to use the bathroom, do you? Because I figured Mammon and I can clean you up somewhat here, so that you don't have to move just yet."
Kira didn't even want to think about when she'll inevitably have to relieve herself, so she quickly shakes her head, taking another sip of tea. But then, the faraway sound of screaming almost made the redhead drop her tea. Lucifer seemed to be debating whether to check on his brothers or not, until the choice was made for him. Heavy, panicked footsteps rapidly approached Kira's room, and then a series of urgent knocks pounded on her door.
"KIRA?! ARE YOU OKAY?! PLEASE, TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY!" The sound of Leviathan's terrified voice made the young human start to panic again, and the teacup she held rattled against its plate. Mammon noticed, and quickly took it before the girl could spill hot water all over herself.
Before the Avatar of Pride had even made it halfway to the door, a second voice, belonging to Asmodeus, bawled loudly. "Kira! Honey, open the door!"
The teen whimpered, not ready to face the rest of her friends. Mammon shushed her, and placed a soothing hand atop hers. Meanwhile, Lucifer opened the door, but only a few inches, holding it in place as his brothers tried to push it the rest of the way open. "Lucifer?! Where is she?! There's a-a video...!"
Every occupant in the room felt their hearts drop to the floor, already having a bad feeling as to where the conversation is going. "Levi, Asmo, calm down. You're not helping her by panicking." Lucifer said in a hushed tone, but Kira still caught it.
"So it's true? She's really...?" Asmodeus whispered thickly before letting out a sob. "I—we saw it. Someone sent a r-recording to me and Levi. Lucifer, it's...!" Unable to finish, the Avatar of Lust whimpered.
Kira lifted her chin and wiped away more tears, taking a breath. She wanted—no, needed—to know exactly what happened last night. "What video? I want to see it."
"Are you CRAZY?!" Mammon snapped, causing the redhead to flinch.
The Avatar of Pride turned back, shocked. "Absolutely not, Kira!" He then addressed Asmodeus while slipping past the door. "Come with me. I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
For once, someone had the decency to ask Kira for permission to enter her bedroom. "C-Can I come in? Please?" Leviathan asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, sure. Close the door." The teen replied hoarsely. As soon as the otaku spotted her, he covered his mouth with a hand, eyes swimming with pity. Thanks to the sheet, Kira was only exposed from shoulders up, but that's still plenty of wounds to display. She couldn't stand to look at Leviathan's expression, so the girl dropped her gaze and made grabby hands at the teacup Mammon still held. "Don't stare. I've had enough of that."
"Right. S-Sorry..." The third-born pursed his lips and awkwardly looked around before taking a seat on the floor at the foot of the bed. He fidgeted with his uniform as Kira took a few sips of the medicinal tea. "So...did you see the guy's face? Whoever did—did this, I mean..."
Kira answered before Mammon could. "Probably. But I don't remember anything. All I know is I went to bed last night, and woke up like...this. That's why I want to watch this video you and Asmodeus saw."
"No." Mammon said sternly, staring her down.
But the redhead didn't let it go. "Yes. Maybe if I watch what happened, I'll remember something. I should have a right to see anything that has to do with my damn body!"
"NO! I'm not gonna let you watch your own—! Fuck..." The white-haired demon's throat caught before he could say the word.
"That's not your decision! Leviathan, show me!" She snapped back, just as the last three brothers burst into Kira's room, with varying levels of horror and worry on their faces.
Beelzebub was first to stumble in, leaking from his eyes and mouth. "KIRA! Listen to Mammon. You do NOT want to see that video!"
"Poor Beel puked when he saw it." Belphegor noted grimly, patting the glutton's back.
Satan pushed past the twins and stood before the redhead, sporting a suspiciously shaped belly. "I've brought you a little something. And I don't give a damn what Lucifer says about it." He lifts the hem of his unfastened uniform and reveals an orange kitten.
Kira immediately brightens with a gasp of adoration, and for a moment, you could forget what excruciating pain she was in. "Kitty for me?!" She reached for the kitten the best she could while still pinning the covers to her sides with her elbows.
The Avatar of Greed haphazardly places the teacup on the floor and shouts, "What the hell?! Don't let it walk all over her! She's injured!"
"Stop, Mammon! Don't yell. A tiny little thing like him isn't gonna hurt me." Kira reprimanded, hugging the kitten close as it's little feet scrabble for support.
"Well, put it down! You need to finish this tea!" Mammon insisted, holding the cup.
"Quit ordering me around!" Kira bit back, glaring, although she did allow the kitten to climb out of her arms.
She could hear Leviathan loudly whisper, "Whoa! Did Kira just SNAP at Mammon?"
Upon hearing this, the Avatar of Greed turned red in the face, and finally lost his temper—fighting to hold back his emotions since he first walked into the teen's room. "FINE! Let THEM play nurse! Go ahead, since your stubborn, ungrateful ass can't see how fucking worried I am...!" He abruptly stood up, inadvertently towering over the young human.
It felt as if he had driven a knife through Kira's heart, and she momentarily forgot about her numerous injuries and aches. Tears stung at her already puffy eyes, and she immediately dropped her gaze in an instinctive show of submission. Shrinking back slightly, she crossed her arms protectively over her barely covered chest. It was the remark about 'playing nurse' in particular that got to Kira. It was like confirming the fact that she's become a burden.
"What the fuck is WRONG with you?!" Satan snarled, shoving Mammon away from the vulnerable girl. "How DARE you shout at her, after what she's been through?!"
Eyes widening, Mammon tries to take it back. "W-Wait! I didn't mean—" He heard a small, heartbreaking whimper, and looked past the blonde demon.
Kira had her chin down and an arm over her face, desperately trying to hide her tears without irritating her cuts too badly. "I'm sorry." She said weakly, barely audible. "I'm sorry. Please don't fight..."
Satan stepped closer to the second-born with a foul look. "Get out of here, Mammon."
He wanted to argue, but as he looked past the blonde at his softly sobbing human, guilt made his own tears well and his heart ache. Biting his lip, Mammon turned around and stormed off without another word, heading to his room to cool off and think about what he'd done.
Now that only four brothers remained to comfort Kira, Leviathan scooted closer. "Don't listen to him. Mammon's just being stupid, like usual."
"He's not stupid." Kira sniffled, still hiding her scarred face. "He's right. I didn't even thank him yet, for everything. He was the one who didn't let my attempts to drive him off work. He came in here and did what he knew was best—to make me show him my wounds, and he called Lucifer, even when I begged him not to." There was more to say, but Kira's throat closed with pitiful whimpers.
Soft knocks on the door caught everyone's attention, and Kira peeked past her arm to see Lucifer had returned. "Move out of the way, you four. Kira, are you feeling a little better from the tea?"
"A-A little bit." The girl replied quietly. She was shocked at how quickly the tea dulled the excruciating pain in her body.
Nodding once, satisfied, Lucifer announced, "Good to hear. Asmodeus and I have discussed things, and you will be taking over his room for the time being. He will be staying in this room instead, so that you can use his personal bathroom."
Kira was grateful, but shocked and guilty. She knows how much the Avatar of Lust values his private space, and the fact that he was relinquishing the room AND luxurious bathroom to her was astounding.
"Additionally, I wanted you to be closer to all of us, in case you need something. Asmo is preparing his room for you at the moment, so before I take you there, I'd like to know—" Lucifer's expression changed, as he glares at the other demons. "Who made you cry, and why is there a cat in Satan's uniform?"
Before Kira could protect the second-born, the brother's ratted him out, while in perfect sync. "MAMMON!"
A hint of surprise showed on the Avatar of Pride. "Mammon...? I can't say I was expecting that. Don't worry. I'll give him a stern talking to."
"No, leave him alone...!" Kira interjected, carefully wiping away tears. "He didn't mean to."
Lucifer had no plans to let it go, but for Kira's sake, he dropped the matter for now. "...Anyways...I'm going to pick you up now, Kira."
Kira's heart leapt in her throat. "Wh-What?! At least let me try to walk on my own...!" The redhead's cheeks burned with shame. She couldn't forget about the useless burden she'd become, who's so pathetic she can't even walk.
"No." Came the eldest demon's simple answer, leaving no room for arguments. "You should avoid moving as much as possible, at least until your more severe wounds have a chance to heal. Now, I'm going to tuck the sheet under you as I lift you, so be ready for that."
Relenting, the teen nodded and grasped the sheet tighter around herself. Lucifer leaned over and slid his hands under Kira's mid-back and knees, whilst pushing the sheet underneath as he'd promised. The human's breathing sped up at the invasive contact, but she reminded herself it's necessary.
"All right, here we go..." Lucifer murmured before lifting the petite girl off the bed. However, the moment she slid into the bridal-style position, a stab of agony dug into her lower half. Taken off guard, she cried out sharply and sent an elbow into Lucifer's chest reflexively. The demon didn't react, save for a concerned gaze. "I apologize."
Everyone was so focused on Kira, that they didn't notice Belphegor's dark, sadistic grin.
"There she is...! My sweet little Kira!" Asmodeus cooed excitedly, apparently having recovered from his earlier fit of bawling. Though, as Lucifer brought Kira closer, she noticed the puffiness around his eyes. "I've got a nice, warm bath ready for you!"
Now for the question Kira knew was inevitable. "So...who's going in with her?" Beelzebub was the one to voice it bluntly.
For once, the demons had the sense to know that now isn't the time to clamor over who gets to help the teen bathe, though it was clear that each was hoping to have the honor of doing so. Lucifer was the one to reply first. "That's entirely up to Kira."
Although they had all seen her naked body before—from the video of her rape—the human snatched the chance to have some privacy. "I want to be alone. Please."
"But you—" Leviathan started, but hesitated to finish, biting his lip with concern.
"...I really don't like the idea of leaving you alone in there, but I understand. I'll allow it on the condition that you immediately shout for one of us if you need assistance. Secondly, I will be placing you in the tub, with the cover on you so you can remove it once I leave. Do not get out on your own—ask one of us." Lucifer finished, eying the girl intently.
Relieved that the stubborn first-born agreed to leave her alone, Kira nodded. With her consent, Lucifer walked into the spacious private bathroom and toward the giant bathtub. Asmodeus followed the pair in, hoping to make sure his setup was enough for the young human. Once the eldest brother stood before the edge of the stepped tub, he said, "Bear with me now, Kira. This will most likely hurt you."
Biting back a whimper of trepidation, the redhead braced herself. She tried her best to tough it out, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning pitifully with agony as Lucifer lowered her into the tub at a sitting position. The sheet held around her body quickly became waterlogged, but she refused to remove it until she was left alone. And Asmodeus kneeled at her side to introduce all the bath products he had at the ready, and asked several questions about her comfort and preferences, such as the scent of the candles and number of towels and washrags.
But Kira had no requests. She made sure to thank both demons sincerely, before they finally left her in private, with only lingering glances of concern.
The quiet space, warm, lavender-scented water that was thoughtfully chosen, and time to reflect was both helpful and troubling. Guilt filled the girl as the previously pristine water began to be tainted by her blood as it washed away, and as the first time to get a proper look at herself, Kira took the opportunity. She was able to notice more details than earlier, such as the red marks scratched vertically down her breasts, the finger-shaped bruises on her thighs, and her own scarred reflection staring back at her from the water.
The redhead slowly began washing herself, unsticking the more stubborn bits of blood. It wasn't until several minutes passed and Kira arrived at the last area to be cleaned—her vulva—that things began to sink in. Kira was raped. Her innocence taken by brutal force, and a recording of her assault made it to the hands of most, if not all of her very best friends. The first and only man she'd fallen in love with has likely seen it by now, how she'd been ruined. I'm not a virgin anymore. I won't be able to share my first everything with Mammon. I was raped.
Kira's reflection was suddenly disturbed as tears began to fall. But unlike earlier that morning, they came down full force and she began to shake and sob. From Asmodeus's bedroom, where he and Satan lounged about anxiously, they could hear the heart-wrenching cries. While the brothers debated on whether or not they should barge in to check on the young human, she tried and failed to clean her external pelvic wounds. But this only made the bawling increase, as she lingers on the fact that she can't even clean herself because of the damage, which she hasn't even been able to see firsthand.
Three sharp knocks sounded on the door. "Kira? Are you all right?" Satan inquired, worry clear in his tone.
The redhead barely stopped herself from snapping back—of course she isn't all right! She was raped! But she tried to quell her sobs and her anger, knowing the Avatar of Wrath only wants to help. "I-I'm fine."
"Are you ready to come out?" Came Satan's next question.
It took a long time for the petite girl to reply. She wasn't ready to come out. In fact, she wanted to slip under the water's surface and never rise again.
(Mammon's POV)
As Mammon stormed out of Kira's room, all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and the heart-breaking whimpers from his beloved favorite human. His vision blurry with tears, he made his way to his own room, slamming the door shut behind him and stomping to his bed. The hell is wrong with me?! Why'd I say all that bullshit...? And what the hell reason do I have to cry?! The demon pounded his fist on the bed for some kind of outlet for his inner turmoil.
No matter how hard he squeezed his eyes shut, Mammon couldn't stop seeing the image of Kira's raped little body, and an unbearable mix of fury and sorrow filled him. No doubt the anger is directed at whoever thought it'd be a good idea to assault the precious human, but there was something else, something that bothered Mammon.
His first glimpse of the stunning teenager's bare body, sullied by the ravages of a worthless bastard of a man. How dare he, Mammon thought, how DARE he lay hands on what's rightfully MINE?! Kira's beautiful, innocent little body should have been MINE for the taking. I was gonna be the first to kiss her, to touch her, to make her find out the pleasures her body can bring...
Mammon didn't realize he was growling savagely until his pillow ripped in half from his hands. "Fuck, what am I thinkin'..." The demon choked on his beastly growls. "I really AM a scumbag, to be thinkin' like this after my favorite human got r-raped..." And yet, he wanted to know. He wanted to know exactly what had been done to his belonging...
The Avatar of Greed fought with himself for several minutes, but the need to know overcame him. He opened his D.D.D. and plugged in headphones and found a message from an unknown sender with a video file attached. His thumb shook as it hovered over the button that would allow him to view the assault. Taking a deep breath, he opened the video.
The video started with Kira clothed and tied to a bed by her wrists, just as her eyes blinked open. As soon as her eyes focused on something just above the camera, pure terror was clear on her face, and she began thrashing against her restraints. The audio seemed to be clipped, cutting in and out only to record Kira's noises of distress.
Mammon watched as the young redhead was gradually stripped bare with rough, cruel hands. She was forcefully kissed, and Mammon assumed she must have bitten her attacker's lips or tongue. A tiny surge of pride welled within the second-born's chest; he couldn't help but be proud of the skittish girl. But his smugness hearing the man's hiss of pain faded, once Kira was slapped across the face. Then, the rapist spoke, however his voice was distorted beyond recognition.
Such filthy, disgusting words were said, words that made Mammon boil with rage. The threat of violence clearly convinced Kira to allow more kisses, and shortly after she was forced to take something far nastier in her small mouth.
Kira's aversion couldn't have been more obvious as she cried and even vomited twice as someone's member pillaged her mouth. Mammon growled deeply, filled with primal loathing. He imagined what he'd do if he were there with Kira at that moment—I'd rip his fuckin' dick off and shove it down his throat...
The video increasingly became more difficult to watch, as Kira's legs were forcibly spread, exposing such beautiful, delicate intimacy that deserved nothing less than loving worship. And yet, the assailant carelessly shoved two fingers into that tiny, innocent slit, prompting screams that made Mammon tremble. That should have been MINE...
During the torture, Kira's attacker kept talking, taunting the young redhead, saying the filthiest things about her size, her innocence...but the worst exchange by far was initiated by Kira.
"PLEASE, stop! I swear I won't tell anyone, just please STOP!" Kira sobbed desperately, the sounds driving several spears into Mammon's heart. "I'll do anything else you want, just please don't take my virginity...! PLEASE, it's supposed to be for—"
The rapist cut her off with a hand against her mouth. His reply confirmed what Mammon had been hoping to hear, except he wanted to hear it from Kira's lips, directly to him, her rightful owner.
"I know you have a thing for Mammon, but still, I thought you'd at least have the manners to not think about another man when I'm taking you."
Mammon snarled, nearly breaking the device screen as he realized that whoever raped Kira intentionally left that exchange in the recording just to get to him, purely to cause Mammon himself pain. This emotional agony only intensified as the assailant threatened to rip Kira's vocal cords out, before he forced himself into the teen's maidenhood.
The scream that erupted from Kira's throat was a sound Mammon could hardly comprehend. A sweet, soft-spoken girl Kira's age should never be forced to endure such agony, and Mammon had never once heard anything even close come from her lips. That's when the rapist lost patience and landed the scarring blow to Kira's beautiful face, forever marring such perfect features.
Mammon was shaking with fury as the redhead is torn into, feebly trying to escape. The Avatar of Greed could see the blood slicking the rapist's member, and that blood gradually spread and welled from other cuts. When Kira was clearly on the verge of passing out, the assailant cruelly backhanded her, sending blood spattering across the linen. The action appeared to bring Kira back to full consciousness, prolonging her pain and suffering.
By this point, Mammon couldn't exit the video even if he wanted to, for his muscles were frozen in place. The Avatar of Greed had never witnessed such brutality, until now. The way Kira's tiny body was ravaged, violated, and damaged was previously inconceivable to the second-born. By the time the rapist ejaculated inside, spit on the teen's wounded face, and panned the camera along her bruised and bloody body, Mammon was beginning to taste bile.
A moment after the video ended, Mammon rushed to his garbage can and vomited, tears spilling down his face. I'll kill him. The white-haired man vowed. I'll kill him slowly, and I'll fucking enjoy it. I'll make the bastard wish he were dead, and prolong the agony for DAYS. Then, I'll rip his fucking heart out and present it to Kira.