Defying Gravity

♆ The Demon Bael - [Malphas]

a/n; I am so sorry for the delay! Anyway, my exams are already done, so I can write more often! Yay! I was supposed to update on Saturday, but I couldn't resist Malphas. lol. Sooo hope you guys will enjoy this one! :)

Oh, and oh! Belated Happy Valentines! lol

Malphas at the side --> wooo ooo drools 

p.s. I'll promise to update sooooon! meehhehe

-unedited.

- Athena

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         The swaying of the trees danced rhythmically along with the wind. Sea-blue skies blended in the background as it gave full warmth to the falling orange and brown and red leaves. As time passed, Malphas found himself going further and further away from Gabriella and Lot. Each crunching step he took dried up the leaves around him. Nature itself wasn’t relative to demons. As far as possible, demons tend to stay away from it. Demons destroy, that much was a fact that cannot be changed.

Malphas had no idea how Gabriela and Lot knew each other, but somehow, an alarm bell was ringing inside his head that history brought them together way back before. It wasn’t like he didn’t care. He just didn’t want to waste any time with such people like Lot. And, yes, he was the reason why Lot was chained in hell. At that time, Hell needed a lot of forces, and Malphas was the only one who was capable of luring people. He didn’t regret his choices. He’d do it again when given the chance.  He was Malphas. He had no regard with humanity.

As he walked around, he noticed that several trees were being chopped down. It piqued his interest. Why would Lot chop his own trees, unless of course someone else was responsible for it?

He circled around the chopped trees and examined it. White liquid sprouted up on its sides, giving off a nasty smell. As half of it lay on the ground, its leaves turned into black, as if it had been burned. That was no coincidence. It should still have its original color. It only meant that someone was doing something about it.

Seeing as it would soon turn into a poisonous chunk, Malphas stared hard at it and burned it through his own eyes. The fire blazed up as it consumed the entire tree and disappeared into nothingness.

He blinked.

The soot of the wood was still there, and he had to get rid of it. It could cause bigger problems later in the future. So he placed his thumb on it and smelled it. It had a metallic smell.

A dark shadow fell over Malphas.

“Is this your new hobby?” Malphas asked in an off-tone that was reserved for demons that he loathed.

A chuckle answered him. “I suppose my new hobby is following your Little Angel. That’s more fitting, don’t you think so?”

Malphas blank face had gone cold and aloof.

“Oh, come now, don’t give me that rude look,” he said in a hoarse and guttural voice.

“Bael. Beelzebub. Baal.”

“You’re calling my name, Malphas.”

This time, Malphas smiled darkly. Bael may appear as a child-like boy, but it wouldn’t deceive Malphas. He knew Bael. After all, Bael used to be Lucifer’s right hand.