#belphegor;threads

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TW! Offering them money to kill someone

What an untold number of fallen enemies would give just to see Belphegor’s haunting, crescent grin chatter in this moment of frailty. It certainly isn’t the most inglorious spectacle the ‘prince’ has put on to date; the younger hitman has always had a debasing tendency to withdraw from battles stretching beyond his able limits, after all. Hell — the Commander is far convinced, given the events of the Vongola Ring conflict, that each and every elite in the squad are in fact gutless saps pursuing the wrong walk of life.

But even Squalo won’t deny the travail of standing guard in the notorious cold of the Italian new years. To finish the ordeal, fatigue from duty for days on end… and the agitating visualization of Xanxus snorting away with sound slumber in the gratifying warmth of the castle hearth.  

—— Or is that just Squalo feeling a personal ache? Tsk. 

"— Oi, don’t lose your focus.” The sheer chill is potent enough to numb the mind of even the most shrewd of assassins - thus why Squalo and Belphegor, about the most vigilant in the squad since the crippling absence of Mammon.

In one swift, intent movement, the Commander tosses a heated can of coffee towards Belphegor. A gloved hand follows, tugging the fur-lined hood of their parkas snug acorss the crown of the ‘prince’s’ head. “We still have several hours before sunrise. I can’t let you flake out this early on.”

♕ ℘rince ☾ the ☽ ℛipper

         SOMEHOW BEL WAS not very surprised that he got lumped up with the Shark again. Though the Varia consisted of very competent and capable assassins with very special skill sets, they were each on different levels of vigilance and strength. Losing Mammon had really put a small dent on their armor, making them one less competent member.

          Despite being very aware of this fact, he did not understand why he was stuck in the cold like this. Even the thick parka wrapped around his lanky form did not do well to protect him from the cold chill. Italy was ruthless during this time of the year -- and it caused his body to quake and tremble. While they stood watch at their post, the others were probably in areas much warmer -- save for Boss himself, who was no doubt napping by now in front of a warm fire.

                      That should be him, but even he knew better than to question the Boss.

         With cat-like reflexes, he caught the warm can in his hands. Numb fingers wrapped around the tin, absorbing as much heat as possible before he cracked it open. ‹ Tch, I'm not, I'm not okay! › Child-like in nature, Bel gave a small frown before he sipped at the warm coffee, letting it fill him entirely. 

         When his hood was pulled up, he gave a small wrinkle of his nose before he tilted his head back, listening carefully to the howling wind.

"And how exactly did the delivery man die? I don’t recall any sort of traps near the main door." Xanxus huffed. "Who’s turn was it to open the door?" He eyed the blond suspiciously.

♕ ℘rince ☾ the ☽ ℛipper

          A bored hum escaped the Prince, eyes hidden beneath a fringe of blonde bangs peering around. The hang out was empty, as he had expected--and littered with trash and filth. How dare that Shark send him, a Prince, to a disgusting place such as this? He ought to know better, and maybe he will teach him a lesson once he returns from his mission.

          Belphegor was instructed not to make a move until the following afternoon, and until then, lay low. The last thing they needed was for their target to know that the Varia was onto them and on their tail. Of course, that left nothing for the blonde to do. Belphegor and boredom was not a good mix, not a good one at all.

       A faint tug on his finger drew his attention away from the knife he was polishing, following the tug of the trip wire he had set. Someone had entered his domain, and whoever it was just may have signed their own death sentence.