Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]

85: Not another duo

Beelzemon shakes you awake gently. It's morning and two small digimon are running around the broken table, probably playing tag. "Aren't they cute, Floramon and Kunemon..." he sighs happily. You yawn. "Yeah, I know you want kids but it's impossible for us for now. Besides, what would that make if the kids were half digimon and half human?" He leans back and looks at the ceiling. "I guess they would be more vulnerable" he says.

You watch the kids run around before Doumon enters the room. "Kids! I told you you're not to wake up our lord!" she yells at them. He looks over your shoulder, smiling. "It's fine. They're cute." Doumon blushes a bit then turns away after picking up her children. "I'll have the Bakemon bring you a new table..." He's still there, having a goofy smile on his face. "Please do."

The door shuts behind them and he lays back again. "Might as well take the time to sleep for a bit more." You roll over to lay your head on his chest. "Don't get so friendly with her..." He chuckles. "It's the kids. They make me get into a good mood. They're rookie level already so that means they're taking a good care of them."

You close your eyes for a moment more, enjoying his embrace. Soon after you hear rattling and it's gone as soon as it came. "I'm hungry" you say. He yawns. "Me too." He pulls you to lay on top of him and as soon as you relax there, you hear a familiar voice. "EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! TWO ARCHANGELS APPROACHING AT HIGH SPEED! GET READY QUICK!" It's Michael. "Yeah yeah stop your yapping, we eat angels for breakfast. Besides where were you last time when we needed you? Uriel was a bitch on us." You shoosh Beelzemon and whisper that Michael might've had his own reasons.

"We don't detect angels who have already passed the border. But if they do when we're watching, we can put a tracker on them. That's- WAIT, DON'T GET ME CARRIED AWAY, YOUNG LAD, YOUNG LASS, YOU REALLY NEED TO GET INTO WORK WITH THEM!" The old man coughs as you get up and start looking for some clothes. "Just... Give us info on what they do" you say. "....Raguel and Barachiel. Raguel is very ambitious and is skilled in close combat. He doesn't have a special power, but they say he's strong enough to change what's right and wrong with his fist. Barachiel can manipulate luck and she's not very hard to defeat, but with Raguel it's going to be difficult if she amplifies his luck or drains yours."

You sigh. "We just need our fists for this, right?" Beelzemon smiles. "Pretty much." "Heard that? We're prepared so stop worrying. We're off now" you tell Michael. He bids you both a safe fight for your land and hangs up. You notice a little food is brought and you grab some cereal, finishing the bowl quick. Then you go and pull some clothes on, including those red camouflage pattern cargo pants, the scarf and the bandages around your chest. You both step outside, dressed and ready for a fight.

Raguel and Barachiel walk in the distance, not too far from the tower. They're closing in by the minute. You exchange gazes with him and start walking towards them to meet them a little farther from the tower. "I'm taking him on, you take care of the woman." You look at him with disbelief. "Why is it me always getting the less straining tasks? Come on, we could both take him down. With my thorns and your brawn it'd be an easy feat." He sighs. "Didn't you listen to Michael? The woman with the luck thing going on is dangerous. I'll take the guy down in one hit when you've taken care of the old lady. Better safe than sorry."

You shrug and stop, standing in front of the angels. "Yeah right." "Well, well, well... What do we have here? A puny human and a mere demon? Haha, as if I'm going to fight with someone who's so much lower than me in power alone. He doesn't look very intelligent either" Raguel says, mocking your partner. "Huh? What did you say, you pompous jerk?" Beelzemon yells at the angel. His pride is hurt by those words. "Beel, don't-" you try saying, clinging to his arm but he stops you mid-sentence. "I gotta show him who's the boss of this terrain. Hell, I got four code keys. Doesn't the fact I only have them make me superior already?"

"Don't give in to him. Show it, your unwavering pride and overwhelming strength. It should be an easy feat to you, right?" you tell him. He calms down. "Right. Sorry for losing my cool. This fight isn't what's won by rage." "Soooo... You need a human to whisper in your ear to keep yourself collected. What is this, some sick comedy?" Raguel asks. Beelzemon grins. "No, it's your worst fucking nightmare, Raguel."

You glare at Barachiel in a keen manner. "Hello to you, my girl. How would'ya like your luck served? Frosted, broken or taken?" Barachiel opens her mouth. She sounds like one of those sassy black tv-show host women. *NO RACISM* "What would you give me if I told you I wanted my luck given to you?" She smiles deviously. "That would be my pleasure, hallelujah!" She extends her hand towards you and she sucks some light out of you into a ball of light on her palm. "Do you feel unlucky yet?" she asks. You smile. "I'm a rather unlucky person. Thanks for ridding me of all luck. Now, how do you feel, hmm? Unlucky?"

The ball of light went back in her palm and a fly flies into her mouth. She looks disgusted. "How is this possible?" You walk to the woman while Beelzemon's already exchanging blows with Raguel. Your hand grabs her throat. "Now, give me all the luck you have."