crimson horizon

Beelzebub glares down at the damned researcher as he draws himself up to his full height.

“No thanks to your pet,” he growls, circling the other Astral, “I was cast down to the Crimson Horizon.” Beelzebub pauses just behind Lucilius and lets out a low laugh. “But in a way, you helped me achieve the impossible.”

With that, he withdraws a sinister looking blade from his robes to loom over Lucilius’ head. 

“Hmph.”

He easily bats away the flaming paper ball and sidesteps the girl’s attempted charge. Then, still moving fluidly, he raises an arm and slams a fist into the girl’s stomach as she rushes at him. Beelzebub flings her aside as he casually brushes off embers from his robes.

“Pathetic,” he grumbles. “What hope do you have if those other insects couldn’t stop me?”

beelzebub, clearly, holds grudges for a very long time. but sometimes he can be petty. if you brushed him off? grudge. looked at him wrong? grudge. vagued about him? grudge. and he will forever hold a grudge against the skydwellers for trapping him in a itty bitty little living space.

thinks of the skydwellers as like. little bugs. some might hold his interest for two seconds before he crushes them and/or continues with whatever he’s doing (provided they don’t get in his way).

may or may not have a megalomania thing going on. one thing’s for sure: he is most certainly NOT a bottom.

wants to dominate every single space he’s in because he’s obviously the most important being in the room. especially since he’s a fucking giant.

His lip visibly curls in disdain. The gall of this mortal is going to give him a headache, one of these days. He takes a step closer, looming over the tiny mortal, as a sharpened tendril behind him hovers dangerously over his shoulder. If those pesky knights couldn’t stop him, then neither could this wretched woman.

@skybeyond / hit me (accepting.)

Beelzebub doesn’t give much of an indication that he’s affected at all by Gran’s punch, barely even twitching in response. He cracks his neck, then his knuckles, and looms over Gran in all of his terrible glory.

@singulae / hit me (accepting.)

That damned Singularity. Things wouldn’t have come to this point if that demon did his job right, but he couldn’t even do that right. Beelzebub scowls as the young woman punches him squarely in the torso.

He grabs her wrist before she can pull away. Sharpened tendrils rise behind him.

@tacticianblooming / hit me (accepting.)

“Hm.”

Beelzebub cocks his head, feigning surprise as he looms over the young woman. A clawed hand reaches up to hover over the spot the tiny mortal just hit—barely a bruise, if even that.

anonymous.

The drops sizzle on his skin, but Beelzebub barely, if at all, reacts. The fact that some random stranger just flicked water at him hardly moves him. He simply wipes his face with a single finger, looking none the worse for wear.

Beelzebub does not have the time to entertain the heroics of some tiny mortal. He glares at her from the shadow of his hood and curls his lip into an ugly sneer.

❝ Victory alone won’t satisfy me. I’ll carve my name deep into their hearts, so that fear will snuff out even the faintest glimmer of opposition forever. ❞