Sorry if I spell Betlegeuse wrong.
Also just saying, more people should post RE:Zero fics.
He was alone. He was always alone. When the others played, he stayed away. He didn't want to be alone. He had once dreamed of friends, which would be with him through thick and thin. He had long since given up on that foolish notion. A small part of him wished, wished for the love his parents couldn't give him. The love that no one else spared on the orphaned boy who lives on the street.
They were so slothful. He was so slothful. Why?
Why, didn't they save him?
Why, did they hate him?
Why?
He didn't know. He gave up trying to know long, long ago. He had more important things to worry about. Love wasn't important, but in a small, small place in his head he continued wishing desperately for love. Anyone's love. Anything's love.
It never happened though, throughout all of his 20 years of life not one person spared their love. He hated it. He hated the slothful people who with one smile could make his day, yet never did they smile. He hated the slothful world who refused to show him any affection, any love. He hated his slothful parents who would never love him. He hated them all.
Deep inside he knew he should do something, anything to tell the ones he hated that he hated them. He didn't though, it was pointless. They knew he hated them. They didn't care. They never cared. He wanted to prove them wrong. To prove he was worth caring about, worth being loved, but he didn't know what to do. What would send the message?
He was stumped. It was hard, trying to come up with a grandiose act that would show the world that he Betlegeuse Romani-Conti was significant, that he was relevant. He needed them to see. To see that the little orphan they abandoned would rise, he would rise higher than anyone else. He needed them to see him.
Bang!
A book. He was staring at a book. He carefully opened the book. Inside were the words:
Betlegeuse Romai-Conti,
Join the witches cult.
Join Satella.
We will all feel her love.
Feel her love? The small box he had stuffed his wishes for love erupted. Emotions everywhere. He could be loved? He was loved? He-He would feel love? He-He would be loved? His brain hurt, no, it trembled. It trembled in the presence of such an outlandish idea. He, Betlegeuse Romani-Conti could be loved. He, in all of his slothfulness could be loved. Indescribable. His feelings, was-was, this happiness?
He would join. He had to. He had to see if he truly could be loved.
He would finally be loved.
Love.
Her love.
He would feel her love.
He wanted her love. He needed her love. He craved her love. He would have it, even if it killed him. He would feel her love. The darkness left Betlegeuse, the light of Satella drowned it out. His whole world was lit up, for the first time he felt her love. It didn't matter to him that the light of Satella was also the light of the witch. It didn't matter that the Gospel (book) told him that he would kill people. It didn't matter that she wanted him to torture and maim the slothful innocents.
All that mattered to him was her love.
He was Betlegeuse Romani-Conti and he loved Satella.