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              𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀-𝐋   ||   indie   &   highly selective  account  for   𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑳   from  grandblue fantasy.   crossover,   au,   &   oc  friendly.   must  be  over  18+  to  interact.   please  read  the  guidelines  for  further  details,   𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚.

❝   Hmm.  For how long have you eluded me for,  Cilius. . .   ❞   At long last,  he had been unearthed.  A diamond in the rough some could say,  sadly buried amongst the unworthy,  mingled amidst the filth;  Lucilius no longer retained his prior body nor appearance,  yet this reincarnation of himself,  too,  was beautiful. Thus our serpent watched quietly from above,  perched at the precipice of a skyscraper,  all within the bustling heart of USA’s metropolis.

Min - jun,  so was Lucilius’  new worldly name.  He was trailing someone in the ocean of busy bodies minding their own business,  calm and collectively.  Let it be for murderous intentions or something else altogether,  Min - jun’s plans had been abruptly disrupted by the sudden deafening  and unworldly impact on the drive road.

It was an amazing scene like no other.  Everyone in the vicinity automatically froze,  their eyes fixated in hypnotism and their minds sought an explanation for such an unspeakable event.  It is there and then that they beheld the great serpent,  standing proudly so atop a crushed yellow taxi,  its frame sunk beneath his formidable appearance.

Like a mob mind, men and women begun to record everything,  as if they were subconsciously programmed to do such an act in self-defense.  Regardless of their confusion,  Belial’s piercing gaze explored for none other than the young black haired man silhouette. He was mixed between the forgettable faces,  he who would eventually thrive by becoming something SO much MORE than what his mortal shell could offer.  

 ❝   I am thrilled to have found you.  ❞  Our serpent spoke, contented.  Similar to a mare,  his frame effortlessly hopped onto the asphalt,  and like an ocean people began to part in order to allow his tall presence to slowly walk towards Min - jun.  Are they together? Is this some movie stunt? Is he human?  So many whispers,  yet no one even considered intervening;  will Lucilius’ reincarnation,  after all,  accept his undying servant? 

he  had  to  perish  the  thought  on  how  a  mortal  so  easily  spotted  him,  here,  in  a  rural  area  barely  fit  for  people  to  inhabit.  ❝   i  must  admit,  even   i   am  astonished;  naught  of  you  to  be  following  me  around.   ❞   and  such  an  offering  was  perhaps  the  catalyst  which  ensured  the  stranger’s  safety,  luring  our  demon’s  erratic  attention  to  the  odd  box:  wooden,  crude,  covered  in  smears  of  something  inexplicable;  was  that  gory  tissue  hanging  off  of  it?  accepting  it  wholeheartedly,  belial  offered  a  gratified  smile  in  return.   ❝   well,  since  you’ve  tried  so  hard  to  get  daddy’s  attention,  let  me  see  what’s  inside.  ❞   not  a  moment  later,  the  lid  slid  open.

❝   . . .  ❞   it  just  failed  to  register  correctly  in  his  mind,  could  it  really  be?  was  it  truly  him?  rebel  spirited  hair,  eyes  rolled  to  the  back  of  their  sockets,  a  few  scars,  albeit  it  all  it  was  certainly  none  other  than  the  fabled  hero  (  gran  ).  our  demon’s  eyes  scrolled  up,  catching  a  glimpse  once  more  of  the  stranger  who  offered  him  this  ─── an  off-putting  person.

belia-l·:

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, lucilius most nonchalantly reached up  &  drew closer what appeared to look like a metallic ring, positioning its vast  &  majestic body, letting it suddenly shine down with brilliant blue ───── illuminating the fallen angel’s each  &  every nook. oh, he could no longer hide from the judgement of his divine maker. only wait. only listen as time to be evaluated has finally arrived  &  it starts with a simple yet chilling touch ‘pon the jawline, followed by a hum of mild amusement; ❝   hoh… ~ ?  what’s this…? ❞  whether he liked it or not, lucilius inched closer  &  beneath the very same limelight, slowly towered over belial, looming ‘pon him like a tower of darkness in order to watch  &  study up close with own facial features completely obscured. ❝  are you actually warry of me, belial….. ? ❞  brushing a gloved thumb across his cheek, a moment of deep-rooted silence befell them. 

those eyes, their deep fiery seas, they have finally stirred genuine curiosity within the messiah, re-kindling a spark within the tar-black void of his immortal soul. after all, he thought he knew belial. read him thoroughly like an open book  &  yet, today speaks different. there are still secrets waiting to be found  &  perhaps, just maybe, he has somewhat misjudged what could very well be an interesting, if not utterly fascinating creation. how unexpected. it’s no easy feat to hide such things for nearly over two centuries, let alone to someone like himself. 

hmph. fine then, lucilius thought with a cruel smile, bit by bit sliding the once caressing thumb into belial’s mouth; perhaps i shall for once indulge  &  see what else you’ve managed to hide. thus slowly digging apart those luscious lips,  lucilius peered deep into the eyes which no longer flared with their tedious light  &  rather, with something much more profound, causing for his own to suddenly sharpen. ❝  perhaps there’s still hope that you’re not a complete fool… ❞  muttering to himself more than anything, the inventor gradually moved back  &  away from the blue light, momentarily releasing his fallen angel whom wasn’t quite ‘ free. ’  oh, on the contrary, belial could hear a strangle metallic  ‘ jingle ‘  before something suddenly moved at the corners of his vision, only to soon enough emerge from both sides  &  within mere seconds, coil around his wrists like snakes ───── yanking them up ───── pinning high above the head.

surely enough, they were chains made of dark matter. lucilius usually doesn’t need to resort to such methods when it comes to belial but, alas, precautions; this experiment is still in fact part of the punishment. ❝   now then, ❞   he said quietly,  ❝  shall we begin? ❞  placing the earlier clipboard down on the very same table, lucilius proceeded to unfasten what little buttons the black shirt possessed  &  right after, push wide open, revealing the grandiose body which belial seemed so terribly proud of ─────  just as he should. ❝   your first punishment… ❞  not really giving a chance to convince otherwise, a lone gloved hand pressed its open palm against the abdomen  &  just then, the skin beneath started to glow with most beautiful  &  radiant light that gradually morphed itself into a rose-shaped insignia. no pain. no agony.  it seemed ever so simple but oh, they both knew no punishments ever were…

alas, leaning in once more  &  casting a darker shadow over him, lucilius whispered ‘pon the fallen angel’s ear, letting the following words roll off his tongue like honey mixed with poison, sounding so terribly sweet yet full of those sinister intentions; ❝   i want you to beg me for forgiveness… otherwise… ❞  bit by bit brushing the gloved hand lower, belial felt him tease the very rim of those leather pants just before sliding the cold fingers beneath  &  right onto what laid hidden.  ❝   ─────  the prospect of ‘ death ’ will feel like a sweet release from the torment i shall bestow upon you in a moment’s time…. ❞

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋, studying his each  &  every subtle move almost like a hawk examining its prey;  weighting it down with most crucial judgement, if not a strangely obsessive one. after all, despite their long  &  silent years , lucilius can never quite forget the very first day in which belial was invented ───── having changed so much  &  so very quickly ─────  rather exceeding his initial expectations. still, lucilius says not even a word of praise. not back then, not even now.  he merely reaches over the the nearby desk  &  picks up a clipboard,  flicking back a few pages,  finally ready to once more dedicate that utmost attention to the one whom begged for it so desperately.  that little degenerate.  couldn’t he be least bit more dignified…? learn a thing or two from his peers….?

momentarily trailing off at the vivid image of lucifer, his greatest creation, lucilius exhales a soundless breath  &  just as quickly brushes off the thought, not wishing to dwell in such things right now.  “ have i not made myself clear…. ? “ he eventually snaps, just barely muttering the words beneath his shallow breath all the while lowering the clipboard back down  &  quickly, almost abruptly, approaching belial himself  ─────making the white robes wildly flatter  &  heels ‘ click ’ .  “ i believe i just said; lay down. “  one could not miss the clear assertiveness.  especially not when belial got suddenly grabbed by the back of his neck  &  like a mere ragdoll, shoved onto the very table before him, forced to partially lay down with those gloved fingers squeezing ever so tight.

       oh, what troublesome creature…

“ now, properly, “  bit by bit guiding him into proper posture  &  then releasing once more, lucilus places the clipboard on the stand nearby  &  takes off his black gloves, only to soon enough replace them with a pair of surgical ones ─────snapping their elastic bands in place. “  keep your hands at sides  &  both feet together…  “ 

both palms slammed instinctively against the cold and uninviting steel,  a natural resistance to what could be considered ‘detrimental’ to one’s health. our serpent had always abided sweetly to the charmer’s words, but this?  a chance to be harmed as retribution after all he had done?  it raised questions,  doubts,  a gnawing sensation of insecurity that rattled skin and bone alike. belial’s usual playful gaze became tainted with a hint of ‘disdain’,  but he abided regardless and laid ‘pon such unforgiving cold.  ❝  my, i must say . . . ❞  could lucilius truly see beyond the façade?  could he see with those congealed eyes a glint of hesitation clutching the serpent’s heart?

❝ you know how to get me all hot and bothered with those ‘daddy’ vibes. ❞  warm tongue took liberty to slip past parted lips,  sliding across the bottom one.  he was ‘nervous’, certainly  ‘unsure and strangely aroused too;  an end to this twisted existence by his maker’s hands or something so much more sinister? anyone who glanced around this mad man’s laboratory would only see just how perverse science was,  always attempting to mimic god’s omnipotent power ───── unlike anyone else, lucilius certainly could.

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑, lucilius thinks, having already expected as much from belial ───── reading him  &  his ludicrous behaviour just like another wide open book.  ❝  how disappointing. ❞    perhaps all of that freedom has finally proved itself…  meaningless?  detrimental, even? whichever it may be, lucilius is  &  always has been more than willing to correct any possible implications, for he, above all, is an architect;  a divine inventor who does not succumb to nor tolerate failure.

alas, slowly straightening back up  &  removing the now blood-stained heel, lucilius proceeded to click his gloved fingers, shifting the whole reality around them, replacing everything within a single blink of an eye ───── much like a dream ───── only to suddenly bring them both back ‘ home ‘.  a grandiose laboratory. one which was drenched in darkness, as well as electric blue lights radiating from countless astral machines surrounding them. ❝  it seems as though you won’t stop until my very own hand is raised, so have it your way, belial…. ❞

whether or not the angel attempted to speak, lucilius suddenly delivered a violent kick straight against his cheek  &  mere moment after, forced him up by the leather collar, holding firm, looking directly at the side of his still turned face. the very same face he personally once sculptured  &  created. oh, it’ be such a shame to break it.  ❝ i shall make sure you won’t disobey me like that ever again, ❞  so he whispered, pouring the warmth of own gentle breaths against his ear; ❝  now, get on the table  &  lay down…… ❞ 

them, together, hidden in secrecy beneath a set of peeking fluorescent lights. reality or tale?  who could really tell, but those words, the searing pain, that vivid sensation of warm blood pouring down the skin from a slit lip; belial felt so ALIVE.  ❝ hmmm. ❞ growling in ecstasy, pain, blind pleasure and irritable desire; to tamper with a primal beast’s patience was truly a mad man’s game, who can predict what might ‘ suddenly ‘ happen.

❝ have i ever? ❞ nowhere across this world, the universe, the galaxy, in this WRETCHED existence would be deemed more L O Y A L than the serpent’s enamoured heart. ❝ but fine, if i truly must. ❞ eyes laced by temptation took a gander by glancing aside, capturing a preview of what could be describe as a gaze laced with frost; lucilius was beautiful from in an out, and that gaze exuberating a distaste so ‘pure’ almost sent chills down belial’s spine. 

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 ,  pouring their deep  &  everlasting chill into the fiery seas of his immortal creation, the most loyal subject,  as well as perpetual nuisance.  ❝   belial… ❞   so he mutters once more,  ❝  are you sure you wish to test me this way…? ❞   pressuring in, the onyx high-heel warns to pierce as it sinks, bit by bit  &  inch by inch, ever so slowly, almost as if the devil’s very own claw.   ❝  our adversary is long gone from this location, much like my patience for your foolish antics…  ❞

leaning forth, lucilius towers over belial  &  rests a lone elbow ‘pon the knee as he tilts own chin slightly higher,  most effortlessly reminding just ‘ whom ‘ the angel teased;  ❝   tell me, should i finally set you free from the shackles of your senseless depravity  &  start anew? rebuild you from scratch….? ❞  suddenly piercing the high-heel in, the first droplet of blood was drawn meanwhile lucilius himself revealed a small yet dreadfully cold   &  sinister smile  ─────  one which could only be matched by such quietly spoken suggestions.   ❝   … or should i just tame you, like the animal you really are today? ❞    

oh   ─────  ever so C R U E L ! ! !  our beast loved it,  each and every ounce of it,  even if the mind denied it, the flesh sang praises.  ❝   ah!   ❞  lips gasped,  almost tempted in pleading for more,  more of it,  that level of punishment which was better than the sweetest carnal pleasures any mortal can give;  belial simply ADORED being penetrated so sensually  ( if it were by his messiah ).

❝   𝐇𝐎𝐇 ~ ? 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ? ❞  he muttered with a soft yet dreadfully flat tone, taking a single step closer towards belial whom  ───── without any warning ─────  felt a cold boot suddenly slam heavy against his muscular chest; shoving the foolish pet back down.  ❝   is this why your eyes were closed, too… ?  ❞

he desired contact, any physical contact; lucilius’s punishment easily bound the beast’s flesh to the dirt where he rightfully belonged upon. an audible thud escaped beneath his heavy weight, reverberating from beneath crushed grass and a space no longer ‘comfortable’  ───── pure ecstasy ─────, where his carnal eyes could look into his owner’s own with no judgement involved.  

@belia-l​ || tsk. tsk.

❝  what foolishness… did you sincerely thought that you could evade your duties, belial?  ❞