{{I propose we try using this to inspire roleplay... doesn't even have to be this particular entry. Lets just start something guys!!}}

- Belial frowned, it had been quite a while since it had featured outside of the castle. It had long since taken care of all the tasks Lucifer had given it. Actually he had only given it one task but repairing the thrown room that the Messiah had obliterated had taken a long time. -

One thinks One had earned a break… Lucifer-sama had made his point by forcing One to clear away the debris by hand. 

So cruel…

-Hatter’s lips curled into a soft smile; a smile that it regarded only for its master. Hatter threw itself into it’s bed, gloved hands reaching for the mirror on its nightstand, wondering what the others were doing this late in the evening.-

Belial had made it a very bad habit of spying. For the most part it didn’t do it in a malicious way, it’s was simply curious about the lives of others; humans, angels, or its fellow demons. It had learned numerous things from the mirror it used to peek into lives of those it was acquainted with; the full length mirror could only connect to another mirror. And following a single incident involving the Inorganic Angel and his post bathing habits Belial resolved to stay clear of any reflective surfaces in bathrooms. 

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It had never been caught spying, and wondered how no one had ever witnessed it watching; Belial had never bothered to hide the fact, but strangely no one had ever bothered to cast their gazes at the mirror. 

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Belial couldn’t help but wonder how long it’s luck would last…

looks like I didn’t miss anything :< 

And I was so excited to read through stuff.

sakyua-kira-revived:

pridesbutterfly:

Of course dear Alexiel is not a trophy. But surely you… you feel something for her.

-Hatter walks, signalling him to follow and pausing briefly at his short-lived refusal.-

Come along, drinking with you should prove less stressful that drinking with Alexiel. We can share stories our eternal infatuations with ungrateful masters. Though I don’t think Alexiel is intentionally ungrateful, perhaps she is more grateful than One can fathom. One never expects anything from One’s Lord, and luckily for this humble Satan he does not offer anything. 

-With a shrug and a chuckle, Kira ran his hand through his hair, making sure not to comment on his feelings for Alexiel. Truth be told he’d love best to be with the Angel, as he remembers being attached to her for so long now. Not about to divulge this information to the Satan, he agrees to a drink.- Alexiel giving you trouble with booze, huh? Figures. -He smirks as he follows nonchalantly.- Sure, why not? I could go for a drink. What’s it  gonna do, kill me?

You’ve no idea. A daiquiri got the poor thing tipsy and she just kept ordering them. One obviously had no intention of stopping her, lessons like that must be learned wouldn’t you say?

-Belial glances back every so often, chattering away as they weave in and out of the crowded street, towards a not so crowded dive bar in a seedy little alley. Kira’s choice not Hatter’s; but it wasn’t going to argue.-

Then she tried to make One dance with her, and not dance in the typical fashion. No, human dancing; complete with limb flailing.

-They sit at the bar, ordering their respective drinks.-

Please tell One that you have no plans of vomiting all over One’s shoes. 

organic-alexiel:

Leaving the area, she stepped out onto the street to cross into a nearby park she saw and was interested in.

“Hmm? Oh, very much so, Hatter.” She gave a small chuckle. “To be honest, I have never actually drank before either~! So I am in the dark as much as you are…”

Alexiel is silent for a moment as she walks, there was something on her mind, but she didn’t know how to ask it or whether she should.

“Hatter…Do you have a name?”

-Belial darkens for just a moment, pursing its lips tightly, it had forsaken its name a very long time ago. Offering up its worthless body and soul in a single act of fealty to its chosen God and master. Lucifer.-

If One tells you, you have to promise not to use it. One will be very upset if One hears you utter One’sname.

-Hatter sternly shakes its finger at the Organic Angel. Crystal blue eyes narrow and dangerous.-

Belial. One’s name is Belial.It was the name given to ‘this’ by the Creator, its meaning ended up being remarkably fitting. At least God knew that One would ruin what He had given it.

(Source: pridesbutterfly)

Its wonderful

sakyua-kira-revived:

Well, at least you’re being honest. -His tone hasn’t changed much, but he raises an eyebrow and he closes some of the space between them-

I’m not entirely free of his influence, technically. We’re just two people, properly, for now. It’s complicated. -He scoffs- And do us both a favor, don’t turn Alexiel into something to fight over. She isn’t some trophy.

-He looks the Satan over with a somewhat bored expression, not expressing the emotions the suggestion of he being with Alexiel induced. Did he want to be with her, or was it more vestiges of holding Lucifer within him that made him contemplate it, even for that moment?-

Of course dear Alexiel is not a trophy. But surely you… you feel something for her.

-Hatter walks, signalling him to follow and pausing briefly at his short-lived refusal.-

Come along, drinking with you should prove less stressful that drinking with Alexiel. We can share stories our eternal infatuations with ungrateful masters. Though I don’t think Alexiel is intentionally ungrateful, perhaps she is more grateful than One can fathom. One never expects anything from One’s Lord, and luckily for this humble Satan he does not offer anything. 

(Source: pridesbutterfly)

sakyua-kira-revived:

pridesbutterfly:

Oh, but a human ‘you’ is in some ways much more entertaining.

-The Satan rises from its seat, tipping its head curiously as it watches his back, crystal blue eyes demanding he turn around-

One is rarely afforded the luxury of his majesty’s attention, he’s either shut up in his rooms or preoccupied with that woman.

-Hatter took a step forward, prepared for whatever reaction that the little step would yield from the teenager.-

Oh, starved for attention? I gotta tell you, nobody finds desperation attractive, you know. -He smirks, of course, and turns at an utterly unrushed space. Kira keeps a hand in his pocket casually as his eyes meet the Demon’s, and opens his mouth to speak again. Though, something in him tinged at the Hatter’s last statement.- So, Fill me in. Why am I more “entertaining?”

Starved is not how One would put it… To be honest, One is quite ecstatic to have his majesty home at last. Though he quite preoccupied with his duties. So One will have to settle for tormenting you with One’s presence. 

-Belial’s eyes flash with mischief-

So tell this humble jester, what are your plans now that you are free from One’s Lord’s influence? Surely you intend to do something, anything will do. Perhaps you can lay claim to Alexiel. What do you think your chances over One’s Lord are? One is actually rooting for you if One could let you in on a little secret. 

organic-alexiel:

-Alexiel hands back the white handkerchief, to which Belial raises a brow, shuttering away from the foul piece of cloth.-

[She takes back the cloth after he shudders away from it, realizing what she had just offered the poor guy]

O-Oh…

Thank you, Hatter. I think I am going to stop drinking for the night…

[She gave a chuckle]

Oh don’t you worry, I got myself drunk~~and I suppose beings like us have a higher tolerance than most humans…

[Alexiel leads them away from the alleyway and onto the sidewalk]

Would you like to take a walk with me~?

Lead on then Alexiel.

-Belial falls into step beside the angel, removing its hat in the wake of a humid night, orange curls springing with each step-

Is this helping? One does not know many cures for intoxication. 

(Source: pridesbutterfly)