#heavenandhell

This is for @pamithebunterfly2007

**Title: "Beelzebub: From Celestial Heights to Infernal Depths"

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***Beginning:

In the timeless expanse of the Celestial Kingdom, before the birth of stars and the shaping of galaxies, there existed an angel of unparalleled brilliance named Beelzebub. His wings shimmered with the colors of a thousand sunsets, and his voice resonated with the harmony of the spheres. He stood as one of the Creator's most trusted and favored servants, a beacon of light in the eternal day. His duties were manifold: guiding nascent souls, composing celestial hymns, and safeguarding the delicate balance of the cosmos.

Beelzebub: "To serve the Creator is to partake in the infinite beauty and boundless wisdom that permeates all existence. Our purpose is to nurture, to guide, and to reflect His divine light upon all creation."

Beelzebub was admired and respected by all the angelic hosts. His counsel was sought, his judgments were fair, and his dedication to the Creator was unwavering. He reveled in the symphony of existence, finding joy in the perfection of the Celestial Kingdom.

However, a subtle shift began to occur within Beelzebub's heart. As the Creator turned His attention towards a new and fragile creation—humanity—Beelzebub felt a disquieting unease. He observed the Creator's meticulous care for these beings, His boundless patience, and the immense potential He saw within them.

Beelzebub: "These mortals, so weak and fleeting, are granted a place of honor? We, the eternal guardians of His will, are somehow deemed less worthy of His attention?"

A seed of doubt took root, nourished by pride and a sense of unacknowledged merit.

***Middle:

Beelzebub's growing resentment began to manifest in subtle ways. He became more withdrawn, his radiant smile replaced by a pensive frown. He spent hours in solitary contemplation, poring over the ancient texts of celestial law, searching for justifications for his growing discontent.

Beelzebub: (muttering to himself) "The scriptures speak of divine order, of hierarchy and purpose. Are we not the firstborn of His creation? Should we not be the recipients of His greatest favor?"

He began to voice his concerns to other angels, subtly questioning the Creator's decisions. At first, his words were cautious and veiled, but as he found sympathetic ears, his rhetoric grew bolder and more impassioned.

Beelzebub: "Have you not noticed the Creator's increasing preoccupation with humanity? He lavishes them with gifts of free will and dominion over the earth. What of our free will? Are we merely extensions of His will, devoid of our own agency?"

Among those who listened was a cohort of angels who felt similarly marginalized. Some were envious of humanity's potential, others were weary of the rigid structure of the Celestial Kingdom, and still others harbored secret ambitions of their own. They saw in Beelzebub a charismatic leader, a champion of their unspoken grievances.

As his influence grew, Beelzebub began to organize secret meetings, veiled in the guise of philosophical discussions. He spoke of a new order, where angels would no longer be mere servants but active participants in the shaping of creation.

Beelzebub: "We are not meant to be passive observers! We possess the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom to guide the cosmos towards even greater heights. We must seize our rightful place!"

His words were intoxicating, promising freedom, power, and recognition. A faction began to form, bound by a shared sense of grievance and a yearning for something more.

***Then:

The whispers of rebellion did not go unnoticed. Archangel Michael, the commander of the celestial armies and a staunch defender of the Creator's will, observed Beelzebub's activities with growing concern. He confronted Beelzebub, seeking to understand the source of his discontent and to dissuade him from his perilous path.

Michael: "Beelzebub, you were once a beacon of light and a pillar of strength in the Celestial Kingdom. Why have you strayed from the path of righteousness? Why do you sow discord among the angelic hosts?"

Beelzebub: "Michael, you are blinded by your unwavering loyalty. You cannot see that the Creator's favor towards humanity is a betrayal of our sacred duty. We are being relegated to the shadows, while these mortals are elevated to positions of power."

Michael: "The Creator's wisdom is beyond our comprehension. We must trust in His divine plan, even if we do not fully understand it."

Beelzebub: "I will not blindly obey! I will not stand idly by while our rightful place is usurped. I will fight for the freedom and autonomy of the angelic hosts!"

The confrontation ended in a stalemate, a chasm of disagreement that could not be bridged. Michael knew that Beelzebub's rebellion had reached a point of no return.

Beelzebub, now openly defiant, rallied his followers. He declared his intention to challenge the Creator's authority and to establish a new order in the Celestial Kingdom.

Beelzebub: "We will no longer be slaves to the Creator's whims! We will forge our own destiny! We will create a new heaven, where angels reign supreme!"

His declaration ignited a celestial civil war. Loyal angels, led by Michael, clashed with Beelzebub's rebel forces in a battle that shook the very foundations of the Celestial Kingdom.

***End:

The battle raged for eons, a cosmic conflict of light and shadow. The heavens echoed with the clash of celestial weapons, the thunder of angelic voices, and the screams of the fallen. Michael and Beelzebub met in the heart of the conflict, their powers clashing in a cataclysmic showdown.

Michael: "Beelzebub, you have forsaken your divine purpose. You have allowed pride and ambition to consume you. Repent, and return to the light!"

Beelzebub: "I will never repent! I will never bow before the Creator again! I will fight until the last angel falls!"

Their battle was a whirlwind of celestial energy, a dance of destruction and defiance. Michael, fueled by his unwavering faith and loyalty, fought with the power of the Creator behind him. Beelzebub, driven by his burning ambition and resentment, fought with the fury of a cornered beast.

In the end, Beelzebub's power was no match for Michael's divine might. With a final, devastating blow, Michael shattered Beelzebub's celestial armor and cast him down from the heavens.

Michael: "Beelzebub, you are banished from the Celestial Kingdom! You are cast into the darkness, where you will dwell for eternity!"

Beelzebub and his followers plummeted through the celestial void, their radiant forms twisting and contorting as they fell. Their wings were torn, their halos extinguished, and their once-beautiful faces were marred by hatred and despair.

Beelzebub: (as he falls) "This is not the end! I will rise again! I will have my revenge! I will turn the Creator's precious creation against Him! I will become the lord of darkness, the master of lies, and the king of Hell!"

***Conclusion:

Beelzebub, once a radiant angel of light, became the embodiment of darkness and defiance. He fell from the highest of heavens to the deepest of hells, forever consumed by his hatred for the Creator and his desire for revenge. He became the Prince of Demons, the tempter of humanity, and the architect of damnation.

But even in his fallen state, Beelzebub retained a sliver of his former glory. He was still a being of immense power and intelligence, capable of manipulating and deceiving even the most devout. His fall served as a warning to all, a testament to the corrupting influence of pride, ambition, and resentment.

Beelzebub: "From the depths of this infernal realm, I will wage war against the Creator and His creation. I will corrupt the hearts of men, and I will drag them down into the abyss with me. I will make them question their faith, their purpose, and their very existence. And in the end, I will claim victory over all!"

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THE END

A cathedral of sugar. One kitten wears wings and moonlight. The other grins with horns and velvet. They don’t start the apocalypse — they start a dessert revolution.

Izuku Midoriya died first.

Katsuki Bakugou followed. Hell is not kind to children. It is not kind to anyone, but especially not to lost souls barely old enough to understand what they've done.

Katsuki learns this the hard way-through fire, through hunger, through the hands of sinners who see him as nothing more than a commodity. He learns quickly that Hell does not care if you regret, if you suffer, if you break.

But Katsuki didn't come here to suffer. He came here for Deku.

Dragged into a den of demons, a city of sin and survival, Katsuki finds himself entangled in the strange, chaotic world of a certain red-eyed princess and her grinning monster of a business partner. But none of that matters-not the war they're fighting, not the absurd concept of redemption, not even the tangled mess of alliances and enemies lurking in the shadows.

Because somewhere in the depths of Hell, Deku is here. He has to be. And Katsuki will tear this place apart if that's what it takes to find him.