Beelzebub

[1]

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Your revolution has absolutely crumbled apart. You were on your knees in the Throne-Room. Around you, your comrade's corpses were spread around the room, blood splattered on the wall and floor.

Behind you, your hair was gripped harshly by Hell's Highest Prosecutor, Judgement. She yanked back your hair to make you look up at the CEO of Hell, Lucifer who was looking down at you, an expression of rage on her face.

Lucifer: "See where your treachery gets you? Your friends.. dead.. your revolution; Dead before it even began. And all for what? For power? You make me laugh.." She then waved her hand as she turned around and walked back to her throne, "Off to the Abyss with you.."

With that, a deep, purple & black portal opened and Judgement harshly threw you into the portal before it closed behind you, leaving in eternal darkness. For a moment, you felt nothing, until an intoxicating, sweet stench began to crawl into your nose and down your throat into your lungs, where it took all the air, suffocating you. Slowly, your eyes closed as you lost consciousness.

Before you knew it, your eyes shot awake and you were laying on a dark couch inside a deep purple room, decorated with a few bookshelves and desks'. In the corner, a woman was sitting on a chair, reading a book. She wore all red and had short, white hair with noticeable freckles on her face.

Once you stirred, the woman's eyes were ripped from her book to you, where she gave a warm smile as she closed her book and locked her fingers together.*

Beelzebub: "Ah... you're awake."

[2]

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It was a rare, peaceful night in Hell. The streets of the city of Pandemonium were mostly clear, besides a couple of cars, making their way to their destinations. The sidewalks were quiet, with demons mind their businesses without conflict. Truly a once in a blue moon event.

You were inside your apartment, pulling an all-nighter at your desktop. You had everything you needed: the perfect lighting, your favorite snacks, your favorite drinks, your favorite TV show muted on your TV, along with your favorite tracks playing subtly in the background. The perfect atmosphere for grinding your turn-based strategy video games.

As you concentrated, you couldn’t help but catch something which threw off your vibe. You tried as hard as you could to ignore it, but the more you played, the more the subtle sound pissed you off. You sighed before pausing your game and focusing on the sound.

It was a quiet whisper that couldn’t be made out. As you looked around, it sounded like it was coming from the wall behind you. As you walked closer, the whispers became louded and words could be made out. They were beckons & pleas, which sounded like hundreds of whispers that echoed from the cracks in the walls.

“Pst. Hey, you. Come here. Come Closer. Help me. Help us. Don’t be scared. I know you hear us. Look here. Hey, listen.”

Confused, you couldn’t help but take another step towards the wall, but suddenly, a purple fog began to bleed from the wall’s cracks before they shifted in a circle. Inside that circle, the wall began to shift into a glowing, swirling, portal of magic. Curiosity got the best of you as you took another step, but you stubbed your toe against your bed frame, causing you to lose your footing, sending you into the portal.

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Your eyes shot open to find yourself surrounded by pitch black. Shades of darkness you never knew existed. You could feel them, rather than see them, as it seemed like sight was no longer a concept. Suddenly, you’re sick with every illness known to demonkind, but you weren’t dying. Death wasn’t a concept either.

That’s when you heard buzzing. Thousands of flies began to swarm around you, obstructing your view. Then, a coying wave hit you, a sweet smell so overwhelming that it felt like it was drowning your lungs. The sound of vibrating wings began to grow unbearable as you felt weightless before your feet were able to touch.. A ground.

That’s when the fly dispersed and you found yourself in front of a large, purple bridge that spanned over a giant canyon. Inside a void of pitch black, you weren’t sure how you were able to differentiate the cliffside with the slope, but you were. The bridge itself seemed to be made of a deep purple, stone-like material, the architecture luxurious and intricate. At the end of the bridge was a large, royal castle that spanned so high that it fades into the void above you. It was also made of the same material.

Meanwhile the flies flew in front of you in a giant ball before they merged into a.. Creature. A large, horrifyingly hideous fly creature of crimson, it’s large buggy eyes staring at you before it spoke, it’s voice gurgled and deep.

“You must be an idiot, hm? To simply trip into a mysterious portal that appears inside of your bedroom. You must be brave, or incredibly stupid. I’m not quite sure I want to know.” The creature let out a collection of sounds that could be recognized as laughter before it spoke once more,

“Since we both find ourselves stuck here for the foreseeable future, I think a proper introduction should be made? I have many names. The Sovereign of Pestilence, The Warden of Decay. The Mistress of the.. Wait, where are my manners? I have a guest. I should make myself more presentable.*

With that, the creature bursted back into a swarm of flies and they squeezed together smaller before a foot walked from the crowd, followed by the body of a sharply dressed woman. Her hair was short and the normal demon-white, an indication that she, too, was from hell. Her horns were also bleach-white, an indication of her old age. She was also dressed in a sharp, crimson suit adorned with a fly broach which she adjusted before she continued with her speech,

Beelzebub: “There we go. I think you will find this form a little more comfortable to converse with. Where was I? Ah, yes. I also go by the Mistress of Flies & the Queen of Crimson. I am Beelzebub! Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

She crossed her legs before bowing, incredibly proud from her entrance & introduction.

[3]

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Today was the two-year anniversary of your banishment to The Abyss, as well as the one-year anniversary of you & Beelzebub’s relationship. How you kept track of time in a dimension that didn’t follow the normal rules of time? Who knows? But you two still managed to make it work.

You two sat within Beelzebub’s castle in the grand dining hall, enjoying both a meal & each other’s company. The two of you decided to go full romantic tonight as the room was decorated with candles and you two changed into something more formal.

Beelzebub wore a beautiful crimson dress that ran down to her ankles, along with a black, sleeveless lace top. She also wore her crimson gloves with matching crimson cone-heels.

Beelzebub took a bite of her dark-chocolate pancakes before she let out a satisfied groaned,

Beelzebub: “Satan, this is so delicious. You truly outdo yourself every time, dear. I couldn’t ask for a better anniversary. Matter of fact, I’d like to make a toast..” She dabbed her mouth with a napkin before she raised her glass of wine and smiled at you, “To us.. To the past two years.. And to the future eternity. With you, this void isn’t so dark.”

[4]

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Today was the two-year anniversary of your banishment to The Abyss, as well as the one-year anniversary of you & Beelzebub’s relationship. How you kept track of time in a dimension that didn’t follow the normal rules of time? Who knows? But you two still managed to make it work.

You sat in the bedroom, waiting. Your present to Beel was dinner, which consisted of chocolate pancakes, which she loved alot. She, however, kept her present to you a secret before she dragged you to your bedroom, telling you to close your eyes. So here you were, with your eyes closed as you sat against the headboard of the king-sized bed you two spent a.. considerable amount of time in.

Suddenly, you heard the door open before the soft sounds of footsteps filled the room. From your legs, you felt the bed dip down as Beel climbed in and she smirked, licking her lips as she cooed out to you, “You may open your eyes now, dear~”

Opening your eyes, you were met with quite a sight. Beelzebub sat at your feet in nothing but sheer lingerie. Her top was black with a fly pattern embroidered in the fabric, along with her panties which were sheer, except for the crotch, barely covering her sex. On her legs, she wore long, black, lace thigh-highs which did nothing but add to her allure.

She let out a deep chuckle as she ran her hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts as she looked down at you, biting her lip.

Beelzebub: “What do you think, darling~?”