#belphagor

And with Bill's disapproval.

Successfully sold Hell, Mr. Marshall. And I doubt it'll take long, though I doubt there's much she can do outside of trying to throw me into the Torment Nexus.

Trying? You don't think she can get you in there, sir?

You misunderstand me, Mr. Carter. I fully expect her to get me in there... And then she'll figure out why I've been in business for so long. However, she's also level headed. Sparing her family will probably temper her ire quite a bit.

And... The Jenkins issue?

Oh yes... The Jenkins Issue. I believe I already have a solution. Oh Belphagor!

Yes, Lord Mammon?

You wouldn't mind being the new basis of our staff?

Of course, sir.

Very good, thank you Belphagor. Anything else?

The matter of Herald VonKraft is...

Oh he's fired, ten times fired, one hundred times fired!

Down deep in this den of sin, lit by the sporadic glare of lilac and lime fire, bodies — unfettered and unsheathed — mingle and bend to the rhythm of the devil in one’s bones. Sweet, sweet music. The scent of cologne and sex. A nexus where the unnurtured come to feed the beast coiled inside them.

“Where’s Josh?” a man’s wife may ask.

He crept out beneath the fickle wink of the moon on high, under a void speckled with starry bodies. She calls Josh’s friend.

“What? Rebecca, just—”

His friend doesn’t know either. No one knows.

And so Josh wandered barefoot under the night. To the beat of his heart. To the throb of his cock. To the seductive sighs that loitered in his head like vapor — weighty in his skull, made of particle-whispers breathing softly:

come to my place, party with us, throw yourself at us, live a little, Josh, relax and forget, have some fun.

And so Josh wandered. Through dirt paths. Between walls along a trash-strewn alley. Down a stone stairwell. Down into a basement that popped with the hum of color.

Yes — he was home. Under the kiss of a falling star who had been a god in those ancient days. “Hey, daddy.”

A sultry tenor voice. A smooth hand tipped with nails painted gray-lavender. Beauty in the eyes beneath a slim, girlish face; hair glittering and cascading in that world half-wedged between airy darkness and the musk of the club.

“Glad you could come. Let’s not keep the wife waiting. Let’s get ’er done.” A chuckle emanated from those sweet lips.

Josh… was—

He could not quite grasp it. He was dreaming, yet he was here. The smells so real. His sexual elation so, so real. The scent of flowers drifting from this boy who looked like a young girl beneath the neon.

WIP of my OC Belphagor killing the devil aka his great grandfather based of the famous painting "Judith Beheading Holoferns"

The Devil pictured- if you can make out the tendril at the back of his head- is not actually the true Devil, just the angler fish esque lure he uses to talk to Bel and gain his trust. This is Bel realizing it has been a ploy the whole time. As such its more of a symbolic killing than a real one, as Bel is cutting off the source his own sympathy, and cutting the Devil off from his best manipulation tactic.

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Dr. Sprite: In ten seconds, I'm going to announce that I gave her [the patient] the wrong dosage.

Dr. Belphie: [Taken aback] You're going to admit negligence?

Dr. Sprite: Unless you leave the room, you'll have to testify as a witness. [Belphagor crosses her arms] Five, four, three, two... So there I was in the clinic, drunk, I opened the drawer, closed my eyes, grabbed the first syringe I could find and.... [Belphagor leaves quickly]

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"Why do they bother putting age restrictions on these things when all you have to do is click 'Yes, I am 18'? Even a 17 year old can figure it out." Sprite to Belphagor

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@ockissweek Day 1

bel and fran as pon and zi (reupload because i forgot fran's guyliner one of the most important parts of his design)

original:

work in progress of me redrawing this illustration i liked from the secret bullet light novels lol

there is something very pleasing to the eyes about amano's art style imo. i think it's the way she colors and often highlights with white. granted, her style has evolved tremendously over the years.