Duty of a right hand man: Bael
My clock says it's angst time, and since I am cursed with the ability to arrange the letters of the alphabet in a certain order, I am going to share it with you.
These boys lives in hell and I’m gonna make it literal. I'm sorry, Bael, but you're perfect for this.
Words count: 724
Warning: cruelty, blood, indication of death
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Slashed bodies of angels littered the street at Bael's feet. Limbs and torsos, chopped with a whip, lay in dead silence; white feathers were lost in the snow, which had soaked up red with pools of blood. It was not the first and not the last time that a self-proclaimed legion entered Avisos. Today there were more of them than ever, but they were no wiser. Bael relaxed his hand. He didn't need a weapon as the last noises of the battle had died down moments ago. Naberius should organize the medics, Stolas collect the wounded, and Amon get rid of the enemy remnants. The boys were a crazy but well-oiled machine. He sighed and slumped against the wall. Just a moment. He needed to breathe.
Things would be much easier if Beel were with them. Either him, or Descendant of Solomon. Bael felt a strange stinging just above the hip when he thought about them. They didn't see each other often. He didn't have time for that, and they seemingly didn’t care about it. They were almost always with Beel, busy with God knows what; probably with everything but their duties. Although after all the time Bael had spent as a false king, maybe ruling wasn’t Beelzebub duty anymore. To negotiate, to fight, to reign. It's just... it would be nice to have someone by your side. Of course, he was neither surprised nor angry. Who wants to work when they can party and travel? And apparently with someone who's worth it?
The pain intensified and nausea rose in his throat. He was Beel's best friend, he agreed to leave everything and do anything to help his King and Avisos. Just those... thoughts started to come more and more often. Today they were especially torn and mixed. That’s why Bael preferred to be so busy that he fell asleep standing up. A disloyal regent? This country deserves better.
He took a rasping breath. A cloud of steam rose from his lips, danced over the chest and blurred in cold air.
In needed to distract himself he tried to stand up, but his legs somehow refused to obey. Fire seems to burn in his side, making it more and more unbearable. He took out his phone and stared at Beel's number. It would be a holiday if he answered. For a moment, emptiness filled Bael's head like cotton, vast and foggy. Slowly, he dialed the number of the second person who came to his mind. And who possibly would like to spare some time for him.
“Hello?”
“MC, who’s calling?”
“Don't be interested, it’s my business!”
Two voices of two people whom Bael considered his closest. Probably if Beel hears him, he'll hang up immediately.
“Nevermind. Bael, what’s up?”
“I... Avisos... Avisos is doing great.” He gripped his side. His hand might as well have been a red-hot rod stuck in his ribs. He slowly realized why it was so painful. Sticky blood flowed through his fingers. As the puddle of redness was growing on the frozen sidewalk, he stared hypnotized. So much… Where did it come from?
“This failure of a man just tried to feed me with a fried cockroach.”
“Come on baby, it’ll be funny!”
The snow melted into the red liquid, but Bael felt no cold. Every breath burned. Each breath made him feel lighter. Indeed, funny… The voices of the argument also became quieter.
“I just... it’s good to hear you. Both.”
“Bael! Tell them, you would trust me, wouldn't you? I promise cockroaches tastes great and are full of protein.”
“I would.” He closed his eyes and added in his thoughts: I always did.
Slowly through the muffled mind a smells begin to tickle his nose. The iron scent of blood, the lilac stench of angelic bodies. His eyes were open, but instead of darkness, everything turned white. It was as if the steam from his mouth had completely obscured the view. He couldn't follow the conversation anymore, but those two voices made him feel... cozy. As if they were right next to him. As if the pain had almost stopped choking him.
With the last of his consciousness, he put the call on speakerphone before his hand fell to his side. His head dropped. Snowflakes stuck into his chilling body like needles.
The last thing he wanted to remember was them. Hearing both of them, happy and safe… maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
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random inquiry....im wondering how asmos wings work
like how do they flap, do they kinda move like the average birds or more like a butterflys?? maybe a beetle? a bats???
theyre kinda small and dont seem to have the joints a birds would so
im thinking butterfly/bats....
however, though they give bat, they look more like a stylized version of a bats wings but not with the same mobility so leaning way more towards butterfly...or humming bird perhaps?? like i feel like theyre supposed to be moving faster than a butterflies consider the wing to body ratio....but the position fits more of a butterflies?? or maybe a dragonflies since he has four separate wings?? dragonflies top and bottom wings dont really flap at the same time hmmm
beels moves like a beetle (cause fly wings)
tbh the thought of hearing beels wings buzzing at such a loud volume makes me want to scream lol
lucifer would be like the birds...there would be so much wind due to them haha
mammons would move like a bats obviously but his wings are kinda positioned in a peculiar way, so i cant picture how hed look flying in my mind 🤔
im only really stuck on the specifics of how mammon would balance and stuff,,,,i feel like his wings hang down when resting but he can change the position if he wants...so they could perhaps go up to usual upper position when flying?
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Hello!! How about Beel with the prompt "pulling each other into the warmest hugs", please?
Not me writing this when I’m sad 😞 I think we can all agree that Beel would give the best hugs and I wish I could get one from him right now 🧡 reader is genders neutral!
Beel used to be a bit surprised whenever you would run up and hug him.
It would be for no apparent reason either- he could walking towards the kitchen passing you, and you would stop whatever you were doing just to wrap your arms around him, head sinking into his chest. He didn’t mind it, he was just confused- and sometimes a bit concerned. Was something wrong? Were you okay?
He would ask you this each time, and all you would do is look up at him and nod with a bright smile. One that would catch him off guard and make his face warm. He didn’t understand why you were doing it, but if it was making you happy and you weren’t hurt in the process, then he’s fine with it.
He became used to it eventually the more it kept occurring, even holding his arms open when he spots you coming in the distance, a smile on his own face matching your own. It was a welcoming change in his daily routine, one that made his day better each time. It didn’t matter what he was doing, he was always making time for your hugs- even if he was in the middle of stuffing his face, he would wrap his arm around you in return to keep you in place in a protective hold.
You would always claim that he was the best hugger in all three realms and that they instantly made any of your problems disappear. Even if you were joking, he couldn’t lie, it did make his chest puff a bit- but it also made his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
In the halls, after practice, before going to sleep- it became his favorite part of the day, and something that he looked forward to.
So when Beel saw tears trailing down your cheeks, his heart dropped-
But he didn’t hesitate to scoop you into his arms, pulling you towards him and holding you against his chest.
Beel didn’t care that your tears were wetting his shirt, or about the rumbling in his stomach- all he cared about was comforting you. He wouldn’t pressure you into saying what was wrong, all he did was cradle you close, letting you sob openly into his chest as he held you all the same. A pang of pain shot through him at your state, and it made him squeeze you a bit tighter at the thought- but he put his own feelings aside to worry about you, because that’s what was important to him right now.
He didn’t know how long you both sat there, crumbled on the floor and holding you tight. You were no longer sobbing and were dozing off, your eyes struggling to stay open. He did his best in trying not to wake you as he carried you to his room, dodging anyone that could have woken you up and tucking you underneath his covers. He scarfed down some snacks from his hidden pile, and laid beside you, gently wrapping his arms around you.
He would have went back to the kitchen, but it didn’t sit right with him to leave you, even if it was only for a moment. He gazed at you- your eyes were puffy, and he wiped at the dried tear streaks that stained your face. He jolted for a second when you shifted, scared that he disturbed you, but his heart raced for a different reason when you snuggled against him.
Beel remembers that you told him that his hugs were the highlight of your day, and whatever issues would melt away with the warmth that they provided. That no matter what you were facing, it was always quick to put a smile on your face.
As he feels sleep trying to overcome him, he swears that he’ll continue to make that happen- because how you feel about his hugs was how he feels about you.
And he only wants to continue seeing you smile.
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Jtta cast playing Among Us
Satan is taking it way too seriously and treating everything like a real murder. He picks the bat hat because it looks like cat ears.
Lucifer wasn't going to play but Ik and Diavolo asked him really nicely so here he is. Initially he was just plain dark blue without any accessories but he put on the balloon hat because Ik told him to.
Levi tries to be all cool and smart by like camping near vents in hiding and staying on cams/admin and stuff, but he just ends up getting killed really early on, or voted out for not doing his tasks.
Everyone just believes Ik when she says stuff. Solomon will find her standing over a body and just be like 'I assume you were about to report it?' and she goes 'Uh....... yeah' and he goes 'Alright then. I think it was Lucifer'
Simeon attempts to report her for killing Barbatos but she goes 'No it was you' and when he asks for evidence she's silent for a really long time, and then finally she just says 'sus.' And Simeon immediately gets voted out.
Mephisto goes around chasing people and pretending to be impostor even when he isn't one. In the beginning it keeps getting him voted out really early but then the others catch on and start ignoring his antics, but then they let their guards down and lose when he actually is impostor
THE SHENANIGANS OKAY WAIT I’M HAVING MANY IDEAS
diavolo constantly gets accused of being impostor because he forgets to do tasks and keeps running past bodies without reporting them, he basically needs barbatos to help him with everything. meanwhile you can immediately tell if he IS impostor if barb turns up dead since they nearly always stick together
everyone thinks simeon will be awful but after learning the controls he actually turns out to be really good at playing impostor - you can hear his laughter after a successful kill halfway across the purgatory hall and it’s a little bit unsettling. he’s awful at being crewmate though, he just keeps following people around for no reason and never pays attention to anything
the very first time belphie was impostor he killed ik and then got caught and voted out. in the ghost chat ik went “belphie not again :(” as a joke, but then belphie couldn’t bring himself to do it ever again
solomon is actually kind of shit at the game. he has silent meltdowns in admin trying to get the card swipe right. he also has fun sowing discord among the others and will target random people for no reason, and just in general doesn’t seem to have any idea what he’s supposed to be doing (at some point no one even gets suspicious of him just wandering anymore because he’s so weird in-game)
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⟬ @communiis ⟭
[txt]: {insert nude photo of Raven here}
[txt]: OMFG BEEL IM SO SORRY THAT WASN'T FOR YOU HOLY F UCKI NG SHIT
-Raven to Beel <3
Poor, unsuspecting Beelzebub was hit with a whirlwind of emotion when he opened his texts after practice. First was curiosity upon seeing the notification, then glee knowing it was Raven that had texted him. It was a wonderful, fluttery feeling knowing she cared enough to leave a message — except that lighthearted feeling crashed and smoldered inside the crater it created at the bottom of his stomach the instant his eyes found the picture of her naked form.
He was only able to glance for a second, however, as he heard several of his teammates stomping around behind him. A little too quickly to be subtle, Beelzebub pushed himself up from the locker room bench.
“You good, B?”
“Uh, yeah. Just remembered I had to get home soon.”
“You ain’t even outta your uniform yet.”
“It’s fine, I’ll bring it back later.” Beelzebub shouldered his bag and hurried out into the hall, fingers squeezing tight at his D.D.D. Part of him wanted to stop sooner rather than later and have a second look just to be sure he hadn’t made a mistake, but stopping now meant being cornered by nosy teammates. Not willing to risk them getting an eyeful, he continued on until he was clear of RAD and any peeping eyes.
Unfortunately for him and the burning pit in his stomach, the picture was exactly what he thought it to be. He’d always thought she was pretty, her smile consistently putting an extra beat in his chest, but this was different. He wasn’t familiar with the concept of being sensual, but. . . he liked it. The way she was posed, her shape, the way her hair pooled around her head like a twisted halo. She wasn’t angelic in the least, but she didn’t need to be. She had a beauty all her own, and he appreciated that she was confident enough to share it.
Sadly, he realized too late that the image wasn’t for him.
Oh.
His shoulders slumped, and with it went his heart. Someone else was meant to see her like this. It made sense when he remembered that they weren’t together. It wasn’t as if he had the right to see her vulnerable and gorgeous. She wasn’t his to admire. Whoever the picture was meant for had better understand how fortunate they were.
Disappointed but not about to make an enemy out of her, he sent her a short string of seemingly nonchalant texts back.
< RAVEN
It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.
Sorry it took me so long to reply. I was in
the middle of the locker room when I got this.
You can check my phone later if you need
proof I didn’t save it.
I won’t tell anyone either. Promise.
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