Beelzebub

6

His boots echoed across the high stone walls as he made his way down the corridor.

He ran a gloved hand through his hair, trying to swipe the stress clean from it as if that would work, low and behold, it didn't.

The angel did a good job getting under his skin. It was sizzling with questions as he made his way back to his chamber to write up the document to be sent off.

She requested something small, and it was irratating him.

If she was going to steal this for him, bring it to him, and only ask for this one thing in return has him uncomfortable.

He knows something about this isn't right. He can feel it bubbling all over his skin as he opened the oak door to his room.

It was traveling through his fingers, shooting up his arms in waves of anxiety.

He forcefully sat himself in his seat, picking up a black pen and dragging a plain piece of paper to lay in front of him.

He groaned, eyebrows furrowing, laying his chin on top of his fist.

She wants help, just his alliance honestly to help her (well support) her and a bunch of other Angels who want to rebel.

She says that their lives aren't miserable, but being an angel means you can only do and see so much.

They aren't allowed to leave everglow, they aren't allowed to roam the mortal relem even if they're invisible.

And even if it isn't saddening, or they aren't tortured and what not, she hates being completely controlled, and all they want is some Leincacy.

While on usual, this isn't something Clay would even consider as making sole rift in the Alliance he has with the royals of Everglow means putting his people in slight danger, he knew he had the army for it if needed.

Mortals underestimate exactly what goes on in the 'after life'.

To them it's all black and white. Either you're bad and go to hell, or you're good and go to Heaven.

While none of them really know about the Royalty and the Land, and the proper names for 'Heaven and Hell', they've never been blamed.

They became used to an easy way of life without much to know about what happens when they die.

Being taught about Everglow and Enflame stopped back in the 1800's, Clay wasn't even a live for it.

But from what he hears from Reiki, his personal schooler, the Royalty of Enflame and Everglow were pissed.

There wasn't much they could really do about it though, if Mortals wanted to live in black and white they could for all they cared.

Clay cared though. He does care.

He hates that George doesn't even know about this place, if he dies and just wakes up here he's going to over think everything he had done to go to hell.

Plus the fact that Clay has to practically sneak him down here.

He knows that more planning will come once he gets his hands on the Subject or whatever, but for now he's just irritable.

He can't go see George for at least another 6 hours before everyone in the Middle Lands goes so sleep so he can sneak out.

He sighs as he begins to write the contract.

He knows it's a bad idea.

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"George?" the brunnettee peaks his eyes over the book he had been reading, feet propped up on his seat to be met with the face of Clay himself.