#hadebubu

メリークリスマス🎄

Merry Christmas, Mr. Hades

Their second anniversary has come!!!

Hades x Beelzebub angst

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In the glorious realm of Valhalla, where the figure of the notorious ruler of the underworld stood tall, Hades, the infamous eldest of the four brothers, sat on his fancy seat.

Bored? Absolutely. He had spent his entire life and youth preparing to be king. There was never a chance for him to enjoy the simple pleasures of life, save for his brief and unsatisfying affair with Minthe. Friends who cherished him for who he was? Never. The freedom to voice his own thoughts? That too was denied to him, stifled by his overwhelming tendency to put others before himself.

He was, after all, a man whose selflessness knew no bounds.

Hades sighed to himself. His younger brothers never stopped dragging him into their escapades, always urging him to spend time with at least one or two women. It was typical for gods, especially those as mature and influential as him, to attend such gatherings.

Yet, deep down, he wished he could escape it all.

Truth be told, the only reason he showed up was that he missed his brothers. But, as usual, Zeus left him stranded in the middle of a crowd, anxiety creeping in, while the youngest brother wandered off to charm some ladies.

"Zeus, you brat…"

Hades muttered under his breath but decided to keep his frustration to himself.

Hades glanced around at the deities who filled the spacious room, sighing once more before turning his back on them and walking away from the scene. He longed to unburden himself to his brothers, to let them feel the weight of his exhaustion, but they never seemed to truly understand his struggles.

Out on the balcony, he gazed up at the stars glowing in the sky of Valhalla. Unlike the bleak and dreary skies of Helheim, Valhalla was full of life.

Oh, how he wished to feel as alive as that sky.

"…Hades-sama…"

For heaven’s sake, who would dare bother him now?

"-Hades…-sama.."

Could they not see that he wanted nothing more than to be left alone?

"…Hades-sama!"

This better not be someone simply trying to use his status for their own gain.

"…It's Beelzebub."

Hades' eyes widened as the familiar, soft voice, tinged with exhaustion, reached his ears.

Beelzebub? Ah, of course, that bothersome fly. Hades snickered to himself before sighing and turning toward the Lord of the Flies.

There he was, dressed impeccably in a simple black suit that perfectly complemented his stature, cinching his waist just right.

"…You told me… ah, to-"

Beelzebub began to speak, his eyebrows raising as he took in Hades’ disheveled appearance. While no one else could tell, Beelzebub always saw right through him.

"Pick me up, yes."

Hades smiled, brushing past Beelzebub as the weight that had felt like a punch to his gut amidst the crowd of deities seemed to vanish in the presence of this fly.

"Hmn…"

Beelzebub nodded, quietly following Hades with an open umbrella in hand, just as the sky began to drizzle.

Yet, at times, Beelzebub was still a burden to Hades, despite being someone he considered more than just a friend. His feelings, a mix of irritation and amusement, had slowly grown into something deeper, a small crush that steadily blossomed with time.

But could he ever confess these feelings? Beelzebub, shorter in stature, never seemed to show any real attraction toward him, or toward anyone, for that matter.

Maybe he just needed to wait a little longer. Perhaps, with time, things might change.

Hades didn’t feel an urgent need to reveal his emotions, nor was he sure if what he felt was truly love. It wasn't something he was well-acquainted with, after all.

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Amidst the disappointed and exaggerated cries of the divine spectators, the human side erupted in excitement at their unexpected victory. The gods, on the other hand, wailed in disbelief and fear, unable to comprehend the possibility of their defeat.

Hades, lying on the dirt of the arena, couldn't believe how much humanity had grown in its ability to challenge him.

He sighed, his body limp and broken as blood soaked through his once pristine white attire. His grip on the weapon, once fused with Poseidon's spear, weakened as his strength faded.

Breathing became impossible, the pain too intense to bear, and the roaring crowd blurred into an incomprehensible echo. All he knew was that he was about to die, defeated by a mortal who seemed to surpass him as a king.

Adamas and Zeus, witnessing their notorious and revered eldest brother fall to a mere mortal, could only imagine that he was hallucinating. They thought he saw Poseidon, the brother Hades had vowed to avenge, for he was smiling even as his body crumbled into green pixels.

Yet, as Hades slipped away, it wasn’t only his younger brother that filled his mind. Instead, it was a certain someone else.

That someone now stood in front of the screen broadcasting Hades' death throughout the realm. His eyes widened in shock, fists unclenched in disbelief. How deeply he had admired the king.

But it was too late. Hades should have confessed sooner.

He shouldn’t have wasted time worrying about Satan; he was powerful enough to have dealt with the devil himself.

ベルゼブブのお目目をキラキラにしたかったんです！

だいぶ遅れましたが、メリークリスマス！！

皆さまに幸あれ〜！！

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