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❝   .... mn..  get your hands off,  i can walk just fine...  on my...  on my...  ─────  ❞   trailing off before words themselves even manage to form, lucilius suddenly exhales a deep breath of displeasure, as well as the ever-growing frustration. after all, he couldn’t see clearly. he couldn’t even walk nor think straight almost as if the whole world around them was nothing but a swaying mirage,  just warning to crack  &  crumble right beneath their feet. how inconvenient. where on earth are they heading off to anyway...? better yet, why must belial be so god damn close...?!  does he look like someone who needs help... ?!

a dream?  a memory?  perhaps a desire manifesting beyond fiction;  uphill a meadow brimming with lush green our serpent trekked.  scattered were beds of lavender,  roses,  dandelions and an endless stream of colours unseen to the naked eye    ─── why such a place?   ❝ finally embracing your femininity, hmm faa-san?  ❞   mockery or not,  a moment alone with lucilius was a gift,  an anniversary present far superior to anything man made or material in any given aspect.  

❝   i certainly cannot understand as to why you’d come here,  ❞   nature in here thrived freely,  it almost mirrored a plane of existence not meant for humanity to see nor find.  could this be where lucilius found tranquillity? was he really sharing so deeply profound with someone as menial as our serpent? be it the case or not,  belial basked in its beauty and inhaled the clean air brimming with his master’s fragrance ( so he assumed ), ever so refreshing.  ❝   but i guess it does have its charm,  we should certainly spend our alone time here. ❞  like a true and unquestioned date, if lucilius liked this place then he wouldn’t argue.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒   &  blooming petals, the quiet hymn of sailing wind  &  rustles of dancing grass; they’ve all surrounded their snow-white messiah, forming a delicate mantle of worship. one which also he found absolutely meaningless,  leaving those sharp eyes completely lifeless  &  empty as they’ve stared ever so dully over the horizon  ─────  the equally meaningless ounce of this meaningless world.  ❝ come, belial, i want to discuss something... ❞  he said, never to least spare a glance for his loyal servant.  ❝  take the seat before me  &  don’t touch anything you see here. ❞  

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.

his eyes most fervent moved not,  always looking at the charmer’s own,  watching every movement as if curiously studying every step.  hands meant to be bound by obedience kept themselves finger curled against the leather belt and the trousers’ rim.  one knee bent whilst the other stretched, our serpent seemed almost ‘vulnerable’ and ‘exposed’,  an easy prey to be abused and used for someone else’s pleasure entirely. ❝  go on cilius, i’m wide open and ready to receive you. i promise, you won’t find a better snack than me. ❞

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...

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. 

❝ you wound me though, ❞ mockingly expressing his ‘ hurt ‘, belial respectfully moved aside and walked over to a steel table. it was remarkably known as a bed of salvation and also a grave, whichever suited its owner’s tempo. despite such sinister threats and unruly punishments, the serpent ran a finger across the table, becoming strangely aroused at the prospect of danger and … the idea of putting his messiah down, ravaging his body and making a real submissive man out of him. ❝ faa-san. no pity for someone who works to the bone for you… ❞  hook, line and reel; the chess board has been set.

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...

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 ).

❝   faa-san, not a little early to treat me so sensually?  ❞   slowly,  teasingly,  any lukewarm blood pouring against the pressing heel became cold and that only coaxed belial to tease some ‘more’.  ❝   unless this visit is but a pretext to come see little old me, i was doing my task after all.  ❞  silver tongue weaved a web coated in sweet ruses, wishing to mischievously provoke the saviour into the path of  ‘ lascivious acts. ‘

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.... ❞

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.  

❝   ooof! did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?  ❞  bearing teeth fit for a beast, he smirked as a shameless deviant who’d been caught hot handed beneath the red light. maybe this was early christmas?  ❝  i promise i wasn’t slacking, i could simply hear everything so much better with my eyes closed. ❞ silver tongue played coy, gambling his own security away, invoking a thrilling sensation of danger which tingled all over; ever so invigorating to play with wild fire.

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...  ❞

voice so divine, it held no imperfection and its saturated tone sung to him. any fallen angel could stir to the wake of such beautiful call, and so he did.  ❝   me? evade? i never.  ❞ sitting upward from a lush bed of wavering grass, his deviant eyes locked skywards into perfection’s own, watching that unfazed gaze studying him.  ❝  i studied the enemy from afar is all, isn’t that what you wanted? you never mentioned me doing so ‘actively’.  ❞