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That was something. Not what he wanted to hear, but something. He hushed her attentively, sounding far from himself, and kept his voice low. “I’m sorry. I should have been able to do something.” They kept talking about terminal and no chance and other things that he wasn’t used to hearing in his immortality and had previously never had cause to be scared of. Now, though, he was, and for the very reason he’d never expected. He could do something, he knew he could. The fallen angel whined, tail lashing across the floor anxiously. Demon blood? Maybe. His? It was a bit more powerful. Mixed into the multiple medicines she’d been given, perhaps. She had his blood running in her veins already. It had a chance.

She’s tired, so tired; she doesn’t want to move. Even just standing there is exhausting her from head to toe. She just wants to lie down and sleep, possibly never wake up, but that isn’t going to happen soon. She stands there, using him as a crutch of sorts. She leans on him for the most part, head resting against his shoulder. Pale fingers reach up and rest on the dark red embroidered scarf around her throat, hiding the scar across her pale skin that she had possessed since she was young.

“ m….h…m… ” she’s nearly inaudible, the soft hum vibrating across her lips and barely even caught by her own ears.

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It had been a very long time since she’d been in his house. An absurdly long time since he’d been able to bring her home. As it was, he’d put more effort into cleaning and careful planning in the last four hours than he had in years. It was worth it, though, for her. It was at least something he had control of in the situation. He hated the lack of control associated with the sickness he could smell on her and the dull listless expression she’d worn the whole time here. One wing was draped over her and he waited for her to wake up more, sighing under his breath.

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“Remember that thing I was talking about? That dude’s number I found on the bathroom stall and I was considering calling? Yeah, that. I don’t have any Friday plans and I’m fairly sure he’s a good bet. Can’t believe you were trying to talk me out of it.”

“My mind is made up.”

“What now Belial?”

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“I think you got that backwards. See, that’s my line.”

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“Most likely to think he’s as pretty as me.”

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“Right. Because His grace was such a good place for me to be. Don’t pretend like Father wouldn’t have me strung up by my wings the first chance He got, and ask you to do it.” The lord of lies smirked, fangs flashing slightly. “So why are you here, then, huh? To rub it in or because you finally got the boot out of Paradise? You always have an answer.” Despite the bravado, he knew Michael was strong. He kept a fair distance between himself and the other male, jaw tensing. 

A deep sigh leaves him. His words do injure the soldier, but he struggles not to show it. Belial had once upon a time been his brother, quite possibly one of his favorites, and to witness his fall was one of the most difficult times of Michael’s life. Regardless, his love for his father was greater than the guilt and sympathy he felt for his sibling. As such, he straightens his back and regains his composure. “You were my brother and if you don’t even recall those days, it is only further proof of how much you have truly fallen from His grace.”

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The voice was one that he’d heard for the first years of his life. Naturally, it had lost its status as a comforting sound after its owner had participated in removing him forcefully from Heaven and throwing him to the ground and further, but he recognized it nonetheless. It was an odd link to the childhood he’d forgotten, which meant it didn’t fill him with any sort of love or pity or any of the variety of expected bullshit. Rather, it mostly frustrated him. “ Brother? I don’t recall being your brother, Michael. I recall being your enemy, your rival, but that just means nothing much has changed.”

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His brother’s presence is something Michael can recognize; like a scent that brings back a bad memory. He can’t say all the memories that come back are BAD. It just leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he forces a swallow to wet his dry throat as he turns around, brown trench-coat twirling as he did so. Setting his feet firmly, blond eyebrows quirk and a fist clenches at his side. He looked DIFFERENT than the last time Michael had seen him. Older…colder. He swallows once more.

                        ‘ Brother. ’

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Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

Tagged by: birgitteoftheengel

» NAME: Belial

» AGE: N/A, but since before time was invented, which makes that hard to track (he denies physically being a day over 28)

» BIRTHDAY: N/A


» SPECIES: Fallen angel


» GENDER: Male, but often behaves in a feminine way and is perfectly fine with being assigned feminine traits while using male pronouns


» SEX: Male

» ORIENTATION: Bisexual

» PROFESSION: Prince of Hell, former agent of Heaven. Most often known as the Lord of Lies or Prince of Vanity in accordance. Presides over the legal section of Hell. Also chief torturer, but not many know that particular talent.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS


» HAIR: Bluish black and often swept back, never longer than the nape of his neck


» EYES: Extremely blue, varying on shade, but turn red or swirl with both upon reaching his full fallen form.

» SKIN: Vaguely tan


» HEIGHT: 5′9′’ (the height and intimidating stature is the horns/wings and he acknowledges this)

» WEIGHT: 155 lbs

FAMILY


» SIBLINGS: Angels, but those don’t count to him. Pretty much all his fallen siblings, too.

» PARENTS: .....God, I guess.....?

» GRANDPARENTS: N/A (Really)

» OTHER RELATIVES: Daughter by the name of Amelia

» ANY PETS?: Proud owner of a hairless Sphinx cat named Rosie.

SKILLS


» PHYSICAL PROWESS: Quite good, capable of quite a few fighting techniques and using his wings to his advantage. Rage and internal primitive skill make him fierce if ever pushed to his ‘rabid’ or full form mental sense. 

» ABILITIES: Has witnessed the birth of most languages and is thus very good at them; expert liar, can soothe an individual and lie through his teeth and they’ll most definitely want to believe it- hence his title.

» HOBBIES: Good singer, and practices it in his spare time. Loves flying for the fun of it.

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE ——

Sharp-witted, playful, self-confident.

—— NEGATIVE ——

Overly vain, sometimes hateful, exceedingly spiteful and underhanded in situations he dislikes.

LIKES

» COLOURS: Dark blue, black, brown

» SMELLS: Loved ones have particular scents to him, and he identifies them with safety and a particular emotion in his primitive brain.

» DRINKS: Coffee, sugar with tiniest bit of milk. And alcohol.

» ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Oh so many. Vodka and scotch are favorites, but dislikes a Bloody Mary. 

OTHER DETAILS

» SMOKES?: Tends to sometimes.

» DRUGS?: Actually quite a problem with these.


» DRIVER LICENSE?: Many fake ones.

» EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: Arrested, yes, but never stayed that way for more than a few minutes.

Tagging: halfdemonsoul , veneficusrex , zeitkaiserin , obliiitus

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Gonna be online answering some things tomorrow night, been hella busy with school back and with work. Finances acting up lately. Looking forward to getting back to this and replying to all you lovely individuals. <3

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barkilicious:

“Well, you’re probably right but you’ve also got alcohol in me and that dulls my sensor quite a bit.” Even in his intoxicated state, the statement that followed the comment surprised him and he can feel his back ripple as the muscles tensed, prepared to take off ( or fight if need be ). Then, he sees the large wings spread out and eyes narrow. So he wasn’t the only supernatural thing in the room. Huh. “Maxxie. Friends call me Max, well, the live ones anyway.”

“Max, then. I can imagine your dead friends wouldn’t call you much, to be fair. Unless they happened to be zombies or lost souls- this is a vast world we live in. Neither of them are much for conversation, though.” He let out a dry chuckle and seated himself back carefully, glancing over the werewolf’s face. “Call me Belial.” He may have made a mistake with either this alcohol or with his apparent urge to have an honesty hour, because he wasn’t playing as many games as usual, wasn’t begging enough questions. “I’d say you could just call me Bel, but I think I’d rather like hearing my full name in your voice.” The large black wings curled around himself slightly and his usual sense for danger purred with joy at the thought of a werewolf being seated in his home at the moment. Not too much danger to him, no, but enough to be interesting.

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scnofares:

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He can sense there’s something here, but he can’t pin down where or what it is. Fingers remain close to the hair trigger, ready to fire at any moment. As the son of the God of War, he was prone to the more brutal means of fighting and war. Strategy wasn’t his strong suit. Beating things, shooting things to death? That was definitely his strong suit. Aesop carefully walks forward, eyes glancing around quickly, looking for any movement.

He let out a low deadly snarl and made himself known, wincing as it heightened the burning in his throat. Damned demon hunters. He’d gotten his revenge, in the art of them being splattered over the wall. However, even after his escape he couldn’t manage to get this idiotic collar off. That didn’t render him useless, of course. Rather, it made him especially dangerous until he could find something to cut the blessed hunter’s silver away. Meaning while he laid low and tracked through the halls for something to cut the collar off of him (one of their tools, preferably, that they’d left in the other rooms in this place), he wasn’t going to allow any interruptions. He didn’t smell any holy weapons on this new intruder, but taking chances was what got him here. The fallen angel faked an air of calmness, fangs glinting in the barest light the fractured roof let in. “I’d highly suggest you leave now.”

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Continued from: link

“I never said otherwise. However, I don’t see any angels running to your rescue, and I know if you’d wanted to call them you would have. Not to mention you never would have dared make that comment. So I’m less cruel than Heaven in the fact that I’m still here at all, don’t you think? No, I never said I’d stay with you forever and you’d be my trusted companion. But you can’t get any lower.” He hummed brightly, despite the dark tone of his last statement, and continued.

“Allow me to explain that. You see, Birgitte, the high class knocked you down and you’re middle now, mingling just a bit with what they view as the ‘dogs’. And now as the saying goes, you’ve gotten fleas from said dogs. You might as well give in now. Think about it. Fall entirely and you get me, and when I leave you get someone else, and a whole world of damnation where no one’s ever alone because we’re all stuck as we are. There’s no lower for you to go, so you’re always surrounded by someone in your situation. Heaven for the atmosphere and Hell for the company, right? Focus that anger I see in those eyes of yours and become an apprentice. I can teach you everything you need to know. Take you under my wings- for a bit.” The fallen angel gave a quiet purr and spread the massive appendages over his back as he spoke, petting Birgitte’s own absentmindedly with the serpentine tail lashing slowly over the floor.

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☹ Shoving a holy blade straight through Belial's heart has been something Birgitte has considered from time to time. Reason is probably obvious :D ~birgitteoftheengel

*laughs* And I’m pretty sure he deserves it, for obvious reasons. XD (sound of Bel making slightly pissy noises in the background)

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Send me ☹ if your muse has ever thought of killing mine.

Bonus points if they give a reason and/or a description of how they’d do it.

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“Sick, no. Twisted, yes. The sick one here is you.” He hummed and perched himself next to her, knowing she was unlikely to force him to leave in her condition. “Speaking of, you’re looking a bit under the weather. You know that could stop, right?” The fallen angel examined his claws with disinterest, tone low. “But of course you won’t let it. You’re stubborn like that. Part of why I bothered to come speak to you.” He glanced over her, arching an eyebrow at the noticeable suffering. “You know you wouldn’t lose your power, correct? If you let it take you? I’m just as powerful as I was as an angel. It just converted itself to a different life element. In a twisted way, I’m holier than your average demon but more sinful than an angel. That Limbo between the two is fitting for you and I.” He gave a short, dark laugh, fangs glittering in the small amount of dusk light the shelter allowed. “No, we’re better off this way. After all, you need a devil on your shoulder.”

 It would have been near impossible to hide the alcohol on his breath at that point, so he didn’t bother. ‘Boredom’ to the point of doing something like this was normally used after he had attempted to liquefy said need for amusement. How interesting Birgitte was to him only helped the situation.

➣ ~birgitteoftheengel

➣ Slap their hand away  (accurate for them, tbh)

“Well you’re no fun.” He smirked slightly, allowing her to force his hand away from where it had been previously teasing the thought of poking one of the wings tucked to her back. She had better senses than he thought, evidently. “You know, I get bored easily. And since our little run in where I may or may not have force fed you fallen angel’s blood, you’ve pissed me off less than usual.” What he wouldn’t say was that she was outright interesting to him now. It was odd- somewhat like a cat playing with a mouse. And yet, he wouldn’t compare it to that. More like a cat stalking a lesser cat. To be fair, she should feel honored he didn’t hate her anymore to begin with. “So, I thought I’d track down my favorite little fallen-friend-in-the-making and come say hi.” ‘Feeding’ off of someone’s suffering was highly overrated. He could just watch for his own alleviation of boredom.

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“We could. But you get to party every night, dear. You don’t get to come with me and slay a spite demon that often. It’ll be a good learning experience. Besides, any daughter of a prince should have her first demon kill under her belt. I’ll even let you keep a fang from it.” Rogue demons were, put simply, a pain in everyone’s ass- Belial’s especially, as he was over the law portion of the government that Hell called its ruling class. With that being said, this would be fairly simple, and not too dangerous. Perfect reason for the girl to get firsthand combat with this one. That didn’t mean his paternal instinct had faded too much outright, and one broad wing flared behind her back a bit to nudge her away from the walls. “Talk less, party later, and listen.”

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“What are we even here for? This place is a dump.” She stands slightly behind him, hands at her sides, close to the knives strapped to her thighs. It might seem like a dump but anything could happen and she’s always ready. She strides closer to the angel, arms crossing over to her chest.

“We could be partying instead of this.”

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what if you were stuck with whoever/whatever your icon was for the rest of your life

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➣ ~birgitteoftheengel

➣ Slap their hand away  (accurate for them, tbh)

“Well you’re no fun.” He smirked slightly, allowing her to force his hand away from where it had been previously teasing the thought of poking one of the wings tucked to her back. She had better senses than he thought, evidently. “You know, I get bored easily. And since our little run in where I may or may not have force fed you fallen angel’s blood, you’ve pissed me off less than usual.” What he wouldn’t say was that she was outright interesting to him now. It was odd- somewhat like a cat playing with a mouse. And yet, he wouldn’t compare it to that. More like a cat stalking a lesser cat. To be fair, she should feel honored he didn’t hate her anymore to begin with. “So, I thought I’d track down my favorite little fallen-friend-in-the-making and come say hi.” ‘Feeding’ off of someone’s suffering was highly overrated. He could just watch for his own alleviation of boredom.