Post by JACK McCAFFREY on Jul 26, 2010 5:31:11 GMT -5
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It was all beginning to make him feel a little uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable than the uncomfortableness one would experience trapped in Hell for an eternity. The eerie silence, amidst the screeches and screams of tortured souls, was uncommon and unsettling. The shiny leather of his shoes squeaked incessantly as he rocked from ball to heel, peering out over the edge of his domain. Behind him, soul squealed as the life was squeezed out from them, over and over again, by demonic serpents. What could he say? He was a sucker for the traditional and here it was done by the book...amidst a radiant forest that he called home in the domain of Sloth - Belphegorland as he often referred to it much to the disdain of his more serious siblings. Leviathan appreciated the giggle. But she was no longer here. Hell seemed much less hellish without the squabbling of his siblings. The presence, or lack there-of Leviathan and her qualms seemed to drain purpose from Belphegor, leaving him with very little to do and an uncontrollable boredom swept over his body as he rocked back and forth. Neon green eyes surveyed the realms of his siblings, any form of life seemed to be draining from the lands. The stirring winds and smoldering fires of Lucifer and Satan began to die as each of the daimons disappeared. The feelings of weariness at the sudden lack of his siblings concerned him but much less than the feeling of mock hurt that manifested in an over-dramatic pout at not being invited to the party....
And then it hit him. It was sudden and unexpected. Powerful and relentless in its pursuit of him. It gripped him like fire, a burning pain in his chest, squeezing and pulling at his very core. His face twisted in pain as he was ripped from his world, helpless to peer down upon hell vanishing as he slipped through the veil. The daimon landed with a thud on the floor of a tiny room. His hand drifted to his bum, rubbing his buttocks softly where his cushy fat softened the blow. "Fashionably late?" he laugh, face adorned with a cheeky grin, trying to sooth what little pride he had left that his invitation to earth was not an after thought of summoning all his brothers and sisters. The room was dimly lit but he could make out the faint form of a blonde haired women, adorned by spiritual energy. Dusting himself off, he rose to his feet, extending a open hand to the witch. "Hello there!" he greeted in perhaps the most cheery and un-demonly manner possible. "I'm Belphegor...but you can call me...well...Belphegor I guess?" he joked, having no real nickname that didn't make him sound like a girl.
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STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 461
TAG; Lilith
OOC; nein queries for Chiizors. Delete the other one and I'll type a new one for Mammon but I still copied some of the last one over cause I was too lazy to type it all again. Here's hoping there is nae beef and you don't hate me.
[/size]STATUS; Complete
WORD COUNT; 461
TAG; Lilith
OOC; nein queries for Chiizors. Delete the other one and I'll type a new one for Mammon but I still copied some of the last one over cause I was too lazy to type it all again. Here's hoping there is nae beef and you don't hate me.
