Beelzebub

5

"Sir? " he groans as he kicks his feet up on the side of his throne.

His horns felt heavier, tail feeling squished below his butt, his shoes too tight, palms too sweaty-

He hates the fact that Enflame is so hot. If he didn't love it here, he'd flee or something. (He knows that impossible).

"Sir clay!" the voice rings back out, catching his attention this time.

He shifts, moving to sit correctly, now looking for whoever had called out his name, finding one of the maids on the floor in front of him.

"Yes? what business to you portain?" the crossed his hands in his lap, swallowing back all emotion.

"We have someone here to see you." they replied, hair tied on top of their head in a swirl of dark chocolate. Swirled in a circle, small pieces of it falling beside their eyes.

"What? Who." his eye brows pinch. Usually his personal knight is the one to bring him any news on visitors.

"Uhm, it's an angel?" they replied, shifting uncomfortably on their feet at the cold gaze settled on their body.

"An angel? Did they state their business once so ever?" he questioned a bit further, sitting forward for his elbows to be sat on his knees.

"No sir, they did not." the maid replied, bowing and lowering their gaze to the shoes they wore.

"Alright. Fetch Sapnap" he snaps to his side, catching the eye of two other gaurds who nodded waiting for the rest of his request. "And send him with them, make sure he is the one to escort the angel in here. Make sure they get back to their room safley" he points to the maid.

"Yes sir" both the iron platted knights replied, sending off with the maid to fetch whomever it was.

The only reason he took such precautions to fetch an angel, is unusual.

Whenever anyone wants to see him, they're just sent in. But with angels, it can be a good, or a bad thing.

And with his recent activities with a mortal on the mortal world, he hopes it's not too bad.

He isn't supposed to leave his post in the castle. He was banished to life in hell for a reason.

But unlike what people think, hell isn't all that bad. The people down here get along, and they love their ruler.

He doesn't like the titles of 'Beelzebub' or 'Satan' he especially hates 'Devil'.

He knows he isnt evil persay.

There are things he has to do, but that's just his job now.

He was born an angel, but every once a year, 10 boys are chosen and sent away, and whomever comes out on top, gets the job.

He didn't want it, but it was life or death. And so, he makes the most of it.

Because he knows when he dies, there will be another. And if he can make this place at least a bit better for the future children forced here at a young age, he's going to.

That doesn't stop him from having emotions. And when he saw Georges dad for the first time - had a conversation with him.

He knew he had to meet him, to see him.

And he was too far into it now.

Angels and devils are meant to stay in their respected areas.

That is except for Guardian Angels and a special type of Demon that they've named 'The Cellers'

The cellers do the exact opposite of what Guardian Angels do, they pray for people's downfalls.

When you're sent to your afterlife, it's immediately chosen.

He knew he wasn't a Celler, he was Satan.

He knew that he wasn't allowed in the Mortal World, but he wanted to so bad.

And once he got a taste he couldn't stop going back.

"Sir?" Sapnap announced his entrance, an Angel standing in front of him.

The angel had long black hair, down to her chest where it fell in curls. Her face was Beautifully chiseled, and her gown fell to her ankles in beautiful ruffles of fabric, like water.

"State your business, Angel" he announced as she stood at the bottom of the steps to his throne.

A wicked smile took upon her face, third eye blinking a second before her mortal looking two.

"I have an offer for you, Your Royalty." she replied, voice stern as she dipped into a bow.

"Had you not been able to address this with your Royal?" He questioned, a tilt to his tone that caused her to twitch.

"No sir, this question is only for you. It is a question only you can answer, and an offer only you can accept." she stood back to her full height, hands crossed against her lower back.

"Speak" he was intriged now. Who could've sent an angel here with business? Or did she actually have an offer? He was not certain.

"I know about your affairs. Leaving the underground to see a mortal, I've seen it."

sapnaps eyebrows twitched, hand immediately swinging to his sword, just for Clay to raise his hand and halt him.

"Fear not my Lord, for I do not mean any harm with my information. Infact, I bring you good news." She took one step up, the tail of her dress lifting off her ankle long enough for Clay to catch a glimpse of golden rose vines printed into her skin and climbing her leg.

"For I bring the news of a new type of angel. A new type of a Guardian, and Celler." both her feet are now stood on the step, and Clay gulps at the implication of something new.

"They're called Subject 932, in the works for now as only very dew of us know. These subjects are a mix of our beloved Gaurdains, and your beloved Cellers. They hold the ability to become human, the interact good, and bad with the humans above with free range. We have one in custody right now, in the west wing of Everglow's castle." she waited for a reaction, and all Clay could muster was a subtle shift.

So she knew he'd want it right? To get George down here. She knew, didn't she.

"I can see it in your face every time you are upon the Mortals. You wish for him to come here, and be your King. Enflame has gone long enough without two rulers. And I can get you that Subject, and I can get him here to you." her grin pierced through his eyes, through his head. He's sure if he turned around there would be a hole in the back of his throne.

But he knows Angels don't posess such magic.

He took in a deep breath. She's right. It has been too long I'm Enflame without two rulers, and the land is starting to react. Becoming hotter, more miserable.

He let out a deep breath.

"What would you like in trade, Angel?" he replied, arms back on his knees, leaning to just be a bit closer to him.

Her perfect teeth came on display, nodding her head. "I'm glad you asked my King" she bowed again, eyes peering up to his own as she lowered.

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Word count - 1203

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