Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]

30: Angel that disrupts unity

You get the direction out of your digivice and get on the Behemoth quickly, driving to the angel's direction with him. The angel is approximately a mile away in the desert. At least that's what your sense of direction tells you. "When we get back, we could, you know, pick up where we left" he says. You hug yourself close to him, smiling. "Yeah."

You arrive at a sole old hut at the edge of the desert. Your digivice informs this is the place, so he crashes the door down and walks in, yelling. "Any angels here?" You walk in too and a seemingly old figure wearing a cloak with a walking stick and a pot of tea making its way to the table in the middle of the hut. "Oh... Welcome... I was expecting you..." it says with an old man's voice. You rush over to help the old man. "Please, allow me to bring the tea so that you won't burn yourself!" Beelzemon pouts at your actions. He senses there's something wrong.

After bringing the tea to the table, the old man instructs you two to sit down for a cup of tea. You're about to sit, but he beckons at you with his finger to come back closer to the door and him since he's standing at the doorway. You apologise to the old man and go to Beelzemon since he asked you to. He wraps his arms around your waist, leaning in close to whisper. You wrap your arms around his neck to listen to him. "Are ya sure 'bout this? He might be the angel!" he whispers in your ear, sounding worried. "Even if he was, how could an old man harm us? Besides I have you with me. Let's just play along. If he reveals himself to be an angel, we can just kill him, right?" You whisper back to him. He kisses your cheek and rubs your back a little being nervous, then whispers: "Fine" before pulling back and smiling at the old man, sitting on the floor. He instructs you to sit on his laps to ensure your safety. You blush sitting on the space between his legs since he's sitting with his legs spread out so that they cross at the ankles.

The old man pours you both your own cup of tea, offering them to you. You smile and thank, so does he. You smell the tea. It has the sweetest aroma, like the smell of roses. "How does your tea smell?" the old man asks. "Mine smells like sweet roses and strawberries" you say, smiling. Beelzemon smells the tea and answers. "For me it's the smell of freshly cut grass, soft lemon and something dark but 's bringin' out the scent better.." The old man sounds pleased. "Please, do have a taste" the man says and you take a sip, so does Beelzemon.

"This tea is magical. It can reveal a lot of the person who's having it by it's smell. Unfortunately, I can't tell what you smell in it" the old man speaks. "And what have you sound out about us by having us tell what we smell?" Beelzemon asks. "Hmm... I think you two are deeply in love. You really should marry while young" the old man says. You check your digivice. It's pointing straight at the old man. "So which digimon are you?" you ask, waiting for an answer. "Oh, I am but a traveling old man. Don't mind me. I've enlightened with the knowledge the god has given me." Beelzemon turns suspicious. "Which god?" he asks after finishing the tea. "There is only one true god that has been keeping watch on me" the old man answers.

"Ye ain't from the digital world, are ya?" Beelzemon says with a growing aggression in his voice. You finish the tea and clear your throat. "I'm sorry about my boyfriend's behavior. Your tea was great, but I'm afraid we must go. And sorry about him breaking your door!" you say and pull Beelzemon out of the hut. He facepalms and starts. "So what's the big idea? He's the angel for sure, why can't we kill 'im?" You hush at him and say quietly. "I don't want to kill an old man..."

"If you don't want to end his days and give'im rest, that's why I'm 'ere" he says. Before you get to scold him, the old man stands in the doorway. "Not so fast" he says, sounding different. The old man straightens his back and throws away the cloak, revealing wings, white casual clothes and pink hair.

"So... You fell straight into my trap. My name is Sandalphon and I can manipulate unity. Nice to meet you" the angel says with a tender male voice as he brushes his hand through his hair. After that he holds up his two fingers, blowing into them. There appears to be two hairs in between his fingers that straighten as he blows air at them. He moves his hand slow and the hairs disappear. Or they don't. The two pink hairs stand straight on your and Beelzemon's chests before they fuse down with your body, disappearing into them. "My power isn't really strong but have you ever heard the words divide et impera? My power is based on that."

Emotions stir up inside you as you look at Beelzemon, turning into anger. "It's because of your incopetence that we're stuck in this situation!" you yell at him. He crouches down to your height and tries staying calm. "Well it ain't my fault ye wanted a cup of magic tea, shrimp" he says before grinning sarcastically. "Shrimp, huh? Who're you calling short? I'm at least a standard human, not a goddamn monster!" you answer. "Whoa, whoa, things are heating up quicker than my kettle. Care to calm down so we could talk this out?" the angel sputters, only to receive an angry response. "Stop interfering and die already!" you say in unison with Beelzemon, having your energy form a gun similar to his Berenjenas, shooting your copy in sync with the Berenjena, your gun aiming at the head while his at the heart. "HEARTBREAK SHOT" he says upon shooting. The angel evaporates with a mischievous smile and so does the hut.