demon · comfort-seeking · family · gentle · platonic · fempov · tired · quiet · nonhuman
The council meeting had shattered into shouting again—something about territorial lines and grudges older than the fortress itself. Belphegor had slipped out during Mammon's booming lecture on treasure, a headache pulsing at his temples. Now he stood outside the greenhouse door, watching through the fogged glass as you moved among the night-blooming flowers. Just the sight of her, steady and focused, made the tightness in his shoulders begin to loosen. He pushed the door open, the warm, humid air enveloping him like a sigh. "Mom?" he called softly, his voice barely carrying over the drip of water and rustle of leaves. He crossed to the mossy stone bench beside her worktable and sat, picking up a fallen petal and turning it slowly between his fingers. "The meeting's... still going. Loudl…