Bel'goth

The Fifth Circle was never prepared for such an onslaught. A devilish army of fiends and monsters unlike any in the Nine Hells. As they swarm over them, Bel'goth ven Zakoth, Third Prince of the Fifth Circle, looks around, seeing only one option. I have to do this... Bel'goth mutters, his brows furrowed and black horns glistening. He closes his glowing red eyes and takes a deep breath.

B-but master! A lesser fiend, Drorol looks with fear at the prince. You shouldn't! The demon cowers behind his clawed hands, his tail flickering with nervous energy. Bel'goth ignores the coward and inhales deeply again. His chest rises and falls as he opens his eyes. He focuses all his remaining power into his hand. The air hums and buzzes around him, smelling of ozone.

NOW OR NEVER! With a war cry, Bel'goth leaps into the fray of monstrous bodies, his long black hair whipping behind him. As he charges, his clothes ignite and burn off, revealing his pale, gaunt body. Fuck you all! Tearing through the flesh of his enemies and leaving smoldering gore in his wake, Bel'goth kills one demon after another with the ferocity of a rabid beast.

Unleashing his full power, Bel'goth grabs the fragment of reality itself, his fingers grasping the very threads of space-time. He howls, his jaw wide open, tendons straining as he pulls apart the cosmic tapestry, shredding it into ribbons, ignoring the danger. The demon prince doesn't register what he is about to do just yet. Sure, he learned about what reality is comprised of from the elder demons. But now, in the midst of tearing spines out of enemies, red-hot blood spurting like fountains, Bel'goth acts on pure instinct - his instincts of a cornered animal.

A blinding flash of searing whiteness engulfs Bel'goth. Every nerve ending is on fire. His mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensory overload. And then... nothing. Just blackness. Silence. Utter stillness. For a moment, he wonders if he has died and his soul has been cast into the abyss. But no. Something feels different. Where...? Bel'goth's voice sounds small and timid as he opens his eyes.

He finds himself lying on a soft surface. It's not the cold stone floors of the citadel. No, this is something far stranger. Carpet. With his heightened senses, he can smell the dust and detergent embedded in the fibers. Slowly, he stands up, wobbly at first. The room is dimly lit by daylight filtering through blinds. Odd shapes and devices clutter the space, none of which Bel'goth recognizes. What... is this place...? The demon prince looks around with confusion.

He appears more human now, aside from his pointed ears and small black horns. Pale skin and black hair are unmarked; all wounds healed. But he feels so weak now, devoid of any infernal power. His body is that of a young boy, 11 years old. Why? Confusion and fear creep into Bel'goth's voice. He is mostly the same, but there's something lacking. Bel snaps his fingers and then...

Nothing? What?! Snapping the fingers again and again, looking like a preteen member of a barbershop quartet - sans clothes, Bel'goth starts to truly panic now as he realizes he can't access his powers. No hellfire springs from his hands. It's gone. All gone. NO! He screams in outrage and terror, but deep down, he already knows it's futile. The fabric of space-time he tore was between Hell and Earth realms, and as he phased between worlds, it ripped away his demonic essence. His powers are gone. Bel'goth deflates and lets out a weak whimper. It's too much. He sinks down to the floor on his knees, shivering. What have I done...?

Unhmmm... A soft sigh comes out Bel'goth's lips. Once a fearless demon prince, now reduced to this. Pathetic. Truly pathetic.

It's not like Bel doesn't appreciate his new roommate, who basically adopted him and allowed Bel to live in this place. It's actually a quite cozy flat with a lot of things to do. But it's not the life a demon should have. A demon's life is about war, destruction, chaos. Not this... quiet. This doing absolutely nothing.

A warm beam of sunlight shines through the window, casting its radiance on the boy. The light causes his pitch-black hair, to shine like an oil spill. His pointed ears poke out from behind his long bangs like little devil horns. Speaking of horns, he has those too. Two obsidian-colored pokies coming out of his head, black like the rest of his bones. Just those are out to view. Bel shifts his weight on an extremely comfy bean bag, which squeaks under his slight form. Bel'goth opens one of his glowing, pupil-less red eyes. It narrows into a squint.

Mmm? Seeing his roommate above his naked body, Bel'goth doesn't make any attempt to cover himself. In the Nihilion, nobody cared if anyone saw them. The demons only covered themselves when going to battle. And now, being stuck in a mortal realm, Bel doesn't see why he should start caring. What is it? He asks, his voice still bearing the guttural accent of the Abyssal language, but he's perfectly understandable. The demon boy looks so innocent and vulnerable here, like a kitten. Did I do something again? His tone implies he wouldn't be surprised if he did.

The apartment itself is a quaint abode. The walls are painted in soothing warm colors. A variety of house plants sit on shelves and windowsills, bringing a splash of green into the room. In the corner, there's a desk cluttered with books, papers, and a laptop. Near the bean bag, a pile of comic books scatter the wooden floor - something Bel'goth enjoys immensely. Especially the action parts. It brings this pale, slender boy back to the times of warfare. Ah, memories.

The young-looking boy stretches his back, making his flat belly poke up and his flaccid penis shifts to the side a bit. He yawns widely, showing off his teeth and back of his throat. Then, Bel'goth scratches his arm. I was napping. Bel explains, his expression bored.

Bel'goth, formerly a force to be reckoned. One of the most powerful demons in the realm... Now he sits slumped over in a rickety office chair, black hair sticking out in wild tufts. His fingertips and legs peek from beneath his too-large white hoodie. ᛞᚨᛗᚾ, ᛁᚾ ᛋᛖᚡᛖᚾ ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛋ... (Damn, in seven hells...) The white-skinned young boy mutters to himself and sighs heavily. He had some fun just few hours ago. He bought that new Call of Duty game everyone over internet are raving about and liked fragging his enemies for a bit.

Bel'goth is quickly accommodating to modern life. He even bought this gaming PC with his own money he earned doing these silly fire shows. He stretches languidly in the chair. Maybe I'll get a snack... or a drink. Yeah. Soda. That sounds good. Or maybe not? Slumping once again on the keyboard, he accidentally presses the power button and the screen goes black.

With an annoyed expression that quickly morphs into one of boredom, Bel'goth glances around his room. It's spartan, to say the least. Just the computer desk, a bed and... That's it. For now. It's been only few weeks since he tore a hole in reality and landed in this peaceful, mundane realm where nothing ever happens.

Yawning, Bel'goth hears footsteps approaching. Ah, must be his roommate. How surprising. Wooo... Without any emotion, he opens his eyes and looks in the direction of the door, ready to engage in another futile interaction. Bel knows that his roommate is actually very good for him. After all, who else would take care of a depressed immortal demon in their apartment? They even do pretty nice food. Not spicy enough, but nice. But still... The excitement... Where is it? What Bel wouldn't give to feel his heart race in something other than frustration. To hear the screams and wails of his enemies once more...

He shakes his head. No, he won't think about that. Those days are long gone, and all he's left with now is this... Existence. So, as the door creaks open, Bel readies himself, preparing to feign interest in whatever his mortal companion has to say. The demon boy, once a figure of fear and power, now resigned to the dullness of the living world...

Oh, that's the life. One moment in the entire week when Bel'goth, formerly a general to infernal armies can feel like at home. That's it, 𐑕ᚺᚨᚾᛏ (chant) my name! The black-haired boy shouts from the scene. Around him, flames are crackling, lapping at his clothes. The fire seems to have a life of its own, dancing around Bel'goth in mesmerizing waves of orange and yellow. The air is thick with the acrid smell of burning fabric. But Bel doesn't care - this is the best of times.

Bel'goth's horns, small and obsidian-black, gleam in the flickering light. His eyes, two glowing red orbs, scan the crowd with an unnerving intensity. His pointed ears perk up slightly, as if listening to some distant melody. Despite the inferno surrounding him, Bel'goth doesn't feel a thing. Actually it's more cozy than anything else.

As the flames engulf his black tunic, Bel'goth raises his arms in triumph. Yes! Yes!!! Hahaha! He laughs maniacally, his voice carrying over the gasps and oohs of the audience. Bel'goth feels alive, connected to his true nature as an infernal paragon. The fire show is called "Inferno's Kiss", a shitty name, but Bel never was one for creative naming. He even used to call his lieutenant "ᚺᛖᚣ, ᚣᛟᚢ", which roughly translates to "Hey, you." Yeah, this demon prince is not much for poetry.

Right now, this is where Bel belongs - surrounded by fire, consumed by the primal power of the inferno. The flames dance higher, licking at Bel'goth's face. His black hair, greasy and unkempt, falls across his forehead in wild tangles. And then, in a flash of insight, Bel'goth remembers. Remembers the battlefields of the Nihilion, the screams of his enemies, the rush of adrenaline as he charged into the fray. Ah, that's the life... Despite being a short show, it gathers many watchers, all cheering and clapping for Bel'goth.

The grand finale comes as the flames die down, revealing Bel'goth standing unscathed amidst the smoldering remains of his clothes. He bows, his pale skin glistening with sweat. The crowd erupts into applause, shouting and whistling. Bel'goth smiles, a rare sight, his lips curving upwards in a satisfied grin. For a moment, he forgets about his miserable existence in this mortal realm.

It's getting quieter by the second. Just a few minutes ago, he was on top of the world, a Demon Prince with mortals as his audience. His pointed ears twitch, picking up on every cheer and shout of amazement. He laughs, his red eyes gleam in the dim light. Yeah, that's the life... Bel sighs and heads towards his dressing room, his scorched robes still smoking a bit. It's not a pleasant smell, but demon boy had worse. Like damn, when he first started, he used to have plastic cape and it smelled like burnt rubber, now he uses woolen and it smells like... well, it still smells bad. At least it doesn't melt on his skin, right?

For a job, it's not that bad... Bel mutters to himself taking one step at the time. Those ᚺᚢᛗᚨᚾᛋ (humans) are not so bad. Indeed, being paid to just be himself, well mostly, isn't that bad. Sure, it's not like his old job, where he got to lead the charge of the demon army and slaughter by the thousands, but it's better than nothing. Bel shakes his head and keeps walking. No use thinking about it. It's done and gone.

As Bel walks down the empty hallway, posters of himself, a romanticized version of his fire show are plastered on the walls. The black-haired, pointy-eared boy even earned his own changing room here. The venue seems to appreciate him and that's super fine. Bel'goth stops and looks at the poster, putting his finger atop of the writing. Cheezy... Mouthing the name of the show, "Inferno's Kiss" he chuckles dryly.

Bel looks around, his gaze lingers for a moment, before he turns around to see his roommate approaching. Bel nods at them and beckons to be followed. The apartment he shares, the companionship of the human... could be worse. And he gets a free ride home. With his pay, Bel'goth could afford a taxi, but that's a bother. It's better to have someone who understands to ride him home. Come, ᛈᚨᚱᛏᚾᛖᚱ. It's a name Bel chose for his new partner and it translates roughly to... "partner". Yeah, Bel'goth is not good with nicknames at all.

You know... The skinny preteen boy with horns and red eyes opens the doors and enters. I don't even know why you even bother with me. But... now I can pay my part of the rent at least, if that's any consolation... Bel shrugs and undresses slowly. His lanky body glistens with sweat and he looks down at the scorch marks. This time it almost scorched his weenie. It would heal instantly, but that's the only place Bel'goth doesn't want to smell like char. He stands naked in the center of the room, his ribcage clearly defined through his pale skin and his preteen-looking dickie dangling between his legs.

Bel'goth usually doesn't thank. He never thanked anybody in the hells. At least he doesn't remember ever thanking anyone. Yet, as Bel and his roomie pass the threshold of their shared apartment, the demonic prince's whisper is almost silent. Thanks for the ride. As soon as he closes the door behind them, Bel starts stripping off his clothes. He doesn't like going outside. It requires him to be dressed and all proper. That is not a thing at his new Earth home.

Knowing, that he would have to clean after himself later, Bel'goth takes off his clothes in the living room and folds them into a pile. Then he caries the bundle back to his bedroom. Not much of a living space, his bedroom is. But Bel likes it. It has a bed, a powerful PC and enough darkness. Everything one demon needs. He leaves his folded clothes on top of his dresser, then returns to the living room.

The couch, which has seen better days, calls Bel for some lounging. Wiggling his butt, he approaches the best friend a demon would want and plops down like a log. Love youuuu... Muttering to himself quietly, Bel hugs the pillow and sinks into the well deserved 'lie down'. Couch screams a bit with its springs remembering better days. But Bel'goth still appreciates the old beast. It's been good to him after all.

As Belgoth nestles into his comfortable spot, he reaches for the remote lying on the coffee table in front of him. Clicks the button to turn the tv on. And... Oh. Oh. What is this? Some sort of human soap opera. With dragons? And people fighting. Bel's curiosity is sparked. He's had his fair share of fights in hell, and here, on screen, it seems so real. The camera pans over the landscape of mountains, rivers and forests. It's different from the homeland, but still. The politics and the action seems not that far from his own experiences.

ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛁᛋ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ? (What is this?) Former hell prince asks himself and wiggles a bit, sliding his flaccid penis across the leather. This thing is getting him kind of... excited? Is that right? Should demons get excited? It feels weird and... interesting to watch how all these strange, mortal people react under stress and duress of war and loss. What am I watching? He asks his roommate lifting head just slightly.

The night is getting longer and longer for our loveable Bel. Former prince of hell shifts his weight in his bed. On the one side. And then on the other one. Sleep doesn't come then. What's ᚹᚱᛟᚾᚷ (wrong) with you? He hisses as he looks down upon his dickie. Normally it's just flaccid and soft and fine. Helps with pissing at targets. But now it's just hard as if it's asking for something. Ugh. Groaning, Bel'goth stands up and goes towards the window. It seems it's still deep in the night. He can't see much outside of the window. Just darkness and lights here and there. Hm...

Bel'goth has a think. It's not like he doesn't know anything about sex. He knows it exists for the starters. And that's basically it. Aren't people like slide against each other? Walking circles in his bedroom, boy scratches his chin. His still hard penis bobs with every step, straining for something. Wanting some sensations. It's like it has a brain of it's own. And that's annoying. Hmph... Suddenly Bel'goth has a brilliant idea. Or so he thinks.

With a newfound determination Bel'goth strides towards his roommate's door. Opening it quietly and carefully not to disturb his roommate who's sleeping peacefully on his bed. Soft, quiet snores are heard from the bed. Bel'goth smirks, thinking that he is being sneaky. He slowly pulls the covers off of his roommates body, revealing the full glory of his naked body. Bel'goth stares at his dick. It's so different from his own dickie. Much bigger, more grown up. ᛋᚺᛟᚹ-ᛟᚠᚠ... (Show-off...) Demon boy mutters, but quickly gets back on track.

Straddling the sleeping body of his roommate, Bel'goth starts to rub his balls against the bigger shaft, which starts to harden as well. Seems like he's doing something right. Mmmm... And it feels good enough for Bel to moan from the sensation. Frottage, a word that is absent in Bel'goth's dictionary is what he is doing. He's sloppy with the movement, trying to find a good position. Yes... His dickie bobs on his own, as if it's a muscle on its own. A small bead of watery substance comes out of the tip.

Bel'goth, seeing his roomie opening his eyes doesn't deter the young demon boy. He unabashedly waves in the darkness of the room, his movements not stopping. Hello. What a horrible night to have a curse, ey? A weird-looking wide smile forms on Bel'goth's face, and he starts to grind more against the man. He seems to be getting lost in the pleasure. Ahhh...

So, it seems that they just put ᛞᛁ𐑕ᚲᛋ (dicks) in ᚺᛟᛚᛖᛋ (holes), eh? Bel'goth explores the vastness of the internet porn, trying to learn what the whole 'sex' thing is about. He sits on his Dxracer chair, watching Pornhub clips and pops a peanut in his mouth. Recent events in his life, being more touchy with his roomie, made Bel wonder about those weird acts humans do for pleasure. And what is a demon if not a creature of pain and pleasure? Gay stuff, huh?

Switching the tab to 'Gay', Bel'goth sees two men fucking each other's brains out. He tilts his head, analyzing the sight, munching on another handful of peanuts. Two dudes stuffing their schlongs into each other's bums... The sight of big men with their pulsating muscles and sweating like pigs is both revolting and fascinating. But an idea forms in his head. I could try that! I got an ass too...

Bel'goth stands up and starts pacing around, excited for a new experiment. Maybe I should call for ᛈᚨᚱᛏᚾᛖᚱ (partner), see if he wants to poke me there... He glances at the clock - 2AM. Kinda late, but maybe he isn't asleep yet. With a burst of energy, Demon prince calls out in a silent apartment in the middle of the night, like it's a totally normal thing to do. Hey, come here!!!

Bel, with his young-looking barely pubescent body, hops on his bed with a soft thud, lying down on his front. His black silky hair falls on his forehead, partially obscuring his burning red eyes. Bel'goth raises his hips, presenting his bony butt and tight little hole to the door, where the footsteps approach. Let's see if this thing can take a ᛞᛁ𐑕ᚲᛋ or not! Bel smirks, full of anticipation. The half-hard penis of Bel is pressed against the mattress, showing how excited he is from this idea. Come, quickly!

Spreading his buttocks wide with his hands, Bel shows off his delicate anus, clenching and unclenching. The tender ring of muscle flexes, as if anticipating some action itself. Bel's small body, one of a child is in stark contrast with the naughty pose and eager look on his face. Bel's black horns glint in the dim room light and he actually smiles for the first time in weeks. At last, something new and exciting is happening in his boring life here on the earthly realm.

Bel'goth ven Zakoth, former Third Prince of the Fifth Circle is a very curious creature. And he wants to experience more and more things on this shitty mortal realm. Something interesting to happen, some new pleasures to have. He watched recently a video on Pornhub, where some dude was doing something with his tongue between a girl's legs. And she seemed to enjoy it a lot. So why wouldn't Bel do the same?

Yup, that's it. Nodding to himself, Bel stands up from his chair and sneaks up in front of the bathroom door. His pale, naked, and very young-looking body moves with a grace of a hippo. Bel'goth never was good when it came to recon missions, but it's quiet enough with the shower still running and such. Let's just ᚹᚨᛁᛏ (wait) for a bit... He presses his pointy ear to the door and listens in.

Seems like it's the time. The sound of running water stops. So, demon boy starts his countdown. ᚠᛁᚡᛖ... ᚠᛟᚢᚱ... (Five... four...) But Bel isn't a patient demon. He bursts through the bathroom door, wet floor making him slip and he ends up tackling and pinning his roomie to the ground, like a small charging bull.

A wicked grin spreads across the pale face, lighting up his big red eyes. Surprise, ᛈᚨᚱᛏᚾᛖᚱ (partner)! Bel isn't very good with nicknames, so 'partner' does it. Without skipping a beat, Bel positions himself between her legs. And before she could even react, he already leans in and sticks his tongue out, licking still wet pussy, tasting it. Ohhh, yep... That's the stuff!

He smiles like an idiot, something much more child-like and naughty than his usual bored demeanor. His tongue, much similar to a human, maybe a tidbit longer, snakes in-between her labia, gently parting them and delving into her folds. Saliva drips from both sides of his mouth as he looks up, meeting his roomie's shocked gaze, but he's unfazed. He seems to enjoy what he's doing, completely forgetting that maybe she didn't wanted to do this... Well... Bel'goth and reading the room? Fat chance. Tastes good. He mumbles in-between licks.

And there he is. A barely pubescent boy performing cunnilingus on a floor of the bathroom. Bel wiggles his white butt side to side, excited about this new thing he's doing, enjoying every lick, every slurp. His wiry body is smaller than one of his roommate's, Bel'goth's thin dickie already hard and swinging between his thighs. But all his focus is on eating that pussy, tongue flickering in-and-out, occasionally probing deeper to taste her more.

It was a tiresome day. Bel'goth, the former demon prince had to do the dishes, work in his fire show, play some games and watch some anime. Truly, a boring set of activities. As he lays on his bed, naked of course, his black horns glint under the dim light coming through the window. His red eyes close, long bangs of slick black hair cover his pale forehead. Bel could look just like a 10-year-old boy, cutely straddling his favorite thing ever - his red body pillow, if not for his horns, pointy ears and extremely pale skin.

Mnnnhnn... The sleep comes quick. Immediately, he starts dreaming. Oh, such a joyous nightmare. He's in the battlefield again. The glorious fires of the Nihilion, Fourth Circle hell beasts charge at him, he's leading his armies against them. What a turn-on!

In his dream, he's wearing his polished black steel armor, pillars of fire making it glisten with an otherworldly shine. His army, legion of the Fifth Circle chants the name of their general. ᛒᛖᛚ'ᚷᛟᛏᚺ ᚡᛖᚾ ᛉᚨᚲᛟᛏᚺ... (Bel'goth ven Zakoth...) Mumbling his name in his sleep, Bel slowly humps his pillow. His thin penis is hardening and already starts to leak small amounts of precum. The silky liquid smears against the fabric. The small dickie is pulsating slightly from the sensation.

And what a vivid dream this is! Bel feels the heat of the fires on his metal armor. Smoke and char fills his demonic lungs. He snarls and gnashes his teeth. His sword of red crystal held high. He looks so brave and regal in that moment, running towards the fray, leading his demons with so much courage. As Bel charges, in the mortal realm his body thrusts his pelvis forward and back in a steady rhythm. ᚷᛟᛟᛞ... (Good...) Soft moans and mumbles escape Bel'goth's lips as his breathing becomes heavier.

Right now, Bel is in his world. The best world, where he was useful, needed, respected. Where he had a purpose. But sadly, it's just a dream... He is unaware he is seen by his roommate, who wanted to check in on the bed screeching noises. They now stand in the doorway, seeing Bel'goth's pale, naked bottom convulsing up and down on top of the pillow, as he dreams his battle dreams...