"I love you, Dantalion," were the last words Solomon had said as he drew his last breath.

Dantalion gazed at the blue sky from the classroom's window. The days he despised most were peaceful days like this when the sky was clear and void of any clouds. These were the days that took his beloved Solomon from him. With a heavy sigh, he turned around, only to find Sitri staring up at him with heartrending eyes.

"Still thinking about Solomon?" the viscount asked him. Dantalion averted his eyes.

"It's none of your business."

At Dantalion's words, a surge of anger rushed through Sitri's veins. Of course, it was his business. Clenching his teeth, he shoved Dantalion against the wall. For once, Sitri made a fuss in public, not caring that their human schoolmates saw them fight, which the taller demon hadn't expected. Dantalion could only stand in shock.

"What was that for?" Dantalion tried to ask as calmly as he could. "If it's a fight you want, then let's take it outside where the humans can't see." Just then, the bell rang, signifying the continuation of classes. Then, William ran into the classroom, seeing Sitri and Dantalion standing around.

"What are you doing, Cartwright?!" the blond prefect yelled from the doorway. "Get back to class!" Frowning, Sitri turned his back to Dantalion. "We'll settle this after classes," Sitri said. He waved his right hand to bid his companion farewell as he walked out of the upperclassmen's classroom, head held high.

Before he could go back to his seat, Dantalion felt a hand grip his left wrist. He turned to see William looking at him with intense green eyes.

"What did Sitri want with you?" the descendant of Solomon probed. Dantalion shook his wrist from the Elector's tight grip.

"It was nothing, William. Don't worry about it." As the rest of the class got seated, so did William and Dantalion.

Classes went by quickly for the all the students; all but Sitri and Dantalion. Sitri hurried out of his classroom to find Dantalion, who he saw walking back to the dormitory alone with his head hung low. With the dreadfully slow pace that the Grand Duke of Hell was walking with, Sitri was able to catch up to him in no time. He walked behind Dantalion until they reached the dorms. Neither spoke. Sitri needed not say anything, for he knew that the brunet felt his presence from the beginning. They were both demons, after all.

"Spit it out," Dantalion managed to say, not turning to face the viscount. "Are you upset that I still think of Solomon? Just because you were his favorite doesn't mean he's all yours. There were seventy-two of us Pillars.

Dantalion could be so oblivious at times, Sitri thought. There was no use yelling at him, was there? Instead of doing anything rash, Sitri merely took a deep breath and turned Dantalion to face him.

"You fool," Sitri uttered. "You really are dense." Days like these were the days when Dantalion was at his weakest, Sitri knew. "Let me into your dorm room. We'll talk there."

When the two demons entered Dantalion's room, Sitri situated himself on the chair by the window without hesitation. The Duke, on the other hand, hastily prepared tea for the both of them, which he set on the table in front of Sitri. As Dantalion plopped on his bed in hopes of getting comfortable, Sitri spoke.

"Solomon had three hundred concubines, and seven hundred wives of royal birth. Then there were us, his seventy-two Pillars," Sitri stated before taking a sip of tea. "Of course, I wasn't his favorite." Dantalion's brows furrowed.

"Your point being?" the brunet questioned, slightly puzzled.

"Well think about it, Dantalion," Sitri cautiously prompted. "With all his wives and lovers, he should have had some devotion to at least some of them, right?" Apprehensively, Dantalion nodded.

"But, remember, Solomon only had three children," Sitri stated, his voice taking on a more serious tone. Dantalion's blood-red eyes widened in realization. Cruel memories from thousands of years past began to flash before his eyes. He had tried so hard to forget; to forget that his immortality had damned him to eternal loneliness.

"Don't you remember, Dantalion?" Sitri asked as he brought a hand to Dantalion's gentle face. Dantalion, who rarely cried — Dantalion who had wasted hundred of tears so many years ago — was now on the verge of tears.

"Rehoboam, Taphath, Basemath," the blue haired viscount listed, remembering the time in which Solomon lived. Dantalion, who Sitri met through Solomon, had been Solomon's one and only beloved; his single source of true happiness. Out of all the wives and lovers Solomon had, he favored Dantalion — his seventy-first Pillar. "They were all yours."

"Join me and become mine."

Solomon's words rang loud and clear in Dantalion's mind. He could never forget the moment they sealed their contract. Solomon's kiss was filled with genuine love, for once.

Who had ever thought, that in all his years of living, Solomon's true love would reside with a Nephilim?

The human king had fallen for Dantalion at first sight. He admired the demon's persistance. While Dantalion lacked the common grace that other high-class demons held, he excelled in everything else. Every move he made had a certain smooth edge to it; every step he took held pride; every breath he drew radiated strength. Likewise, Solomon had his own charms. It only took a few months before the Duke began to have feelings of affection for the blond king. They had been together for as long as they both could remember. Furthermore, because his wives turned away his heart, Solomon gained even more reason to pursue his relationship with the brunet demon. Blessed with the fortune of his powers, Dantalion was able to conceive an heir for Solomon. Their little blessing, who they named Rehoboam meaning "he who enlarges the people", was followed by two darling daughters, Taphath and Basemath.

They had created a perfect little world, just for the two of them and their small family. Yet that world came crashing down on Dantalion one day, when a messenger hurriedly went out of his way to find Dantalion to tell him that his dear Solomon had died. His tears did not come to a stop for three consecutive days, and when they did, he willed himself to stay strong for his children. Dantalion raised his precious children by himself. They kept him satisfied with life until they passed away, reminding the Grand Duke once more that his immortality had doomed him to isolation.

The tears which Dantalion had kept at bay had finally broken past his defenses, and trickled down his cheeks. The next thing he knew, he was pulled from the bed and into Sitri's arms, becoming enveloped in warmth.

"Forget about Solomon. Forget about William," Sitri coaxed. "Humans live such short lives. You'll be left alone again."

Dantalion looked up into the fallen angel's deep, blue eyes. So many thoughts ran through his head. Sitri's words had stirred his feelings into different directions.

"I'm here for you, Dantalion," the viscount claimed with a newfound passion. "I can give you so much more. I won't leave you like he did."

"Apologies, Sitri," Dantalion pleaded for the viscount's forgiveness as he released himself from Sitri's hold.

"I can't return your feelings. Not when Solomon has finally come back for me."

A/N: Hello, everyone! This was my first fanfic xD I took down the original and made some revisions. I apologize to the people who wanted to see seme!Dantalion and uke!Sitri. Personally, I see Sitri as a yandere. Aside from that, I wanted to do a take on Dantalion's loving side. I wrote this as close as I possibly could to the manga, and I incorporated some historically accurate(probably not accurate, but close) facts to the plot. The hint of mpreg, I apologize for, but considering Dantalion's abilities, I thought it was possible. I would love to hear what you guys think about it. Sincere feedback and constructive criticism are always welcomed.

Thank you so much for reading!