#kalerphub

Send ( • )( • ) to flash my muse and see how they react

send me ☯ if your muse has ever thought about mine naked

"Oh? She has?"

"She has! Good! Good, there's a chance!"

(This is set within a Fandomless / "Original Fandom" [kinda] of Hell, and the Lilith mentioned within is @sitraachara's!)

Living through one Rebellion, such as it had been, had been a nightmare. Pulling from the depths of darkness to something - anything - had been a task monumental. But they had succeeded. They had crawled back from the edge of the abyss and, in time, had created a home in Hell. Gula, the crowned city of Gluttony, and Beelzebub's refuge. It was to this place they returned after every expedition to explore Hell, it was here they had hearth and home. It was here they came after every visit to Ekron, expanding the city and growing it alongside the humans Beelzebub loved.

It was in this very city they were betrayed. In the throne room, where Ornias had cast that accursed ring against their breast, where the Sin had been bound to the will of a mere human who dared call himself a king. And it was Gula, and Gluttony, that suffered in the Sin's absence. The Ring was sought by others who thought that they could simply take it. Sin or Noble, it doesn't matter who at the moment. They thought they would be able to hold the City of Starvation and expand their power. In one iteration, it was Lucifer who decided that Gluttony would belong to him. All of Hell did, after all, but this would feel more personal. More an affront to the subordinate who had thought they could raise their Ring so high. But what the Lightbringer never expected was for the citizens of Gluttony to fight back. For them to attack, fang and claw, against the soldiers sent to subdue them. For thirteen long years, this battle raged, neither side willing to give ground. It would have affected the other Rings, as well. Some may have been on the side of Beelzebub's citizens - perhaps some remained loyal to Lucifer. It mattered not, however, when Beelzebub returned from their imprisonment.

To call them furious would have been an understatement. That day, the day the Sin of Gluttony made their way back to Hell, was a Dias Irae. Day of Wrath. Enemy soldiers fell without a single consideration from Beelzebub's mind. Swaths of them, legions, eradicated by the swing of the Angelic Blade known as Ruin. There was no mercy to be found, no kindness to be seen. And when at last Beelzebub met Lucifer in battle, there was reckoning beyond words. While the Sin of Gluttony was unable to destroy the Lightbringer - it was not their task - they did imprison him. Deep in the bowels of a frozen lake, his power only an echo that had no chance to reach the surface. This left Beelzebub in charge of two Rings, by technicality - until they asked Lilith if she would take the Ring of Pride. They trusted her, her judgments, her abilities - more than that, they simply trusted that she would rule not only for herself, but for the denizens who awaited their new Queen.

The mist was thick and grey. The sacrament laid upon the altar. Though the Grey Angel twisted and squirmed in her captivity, the ribbon only tightened around her wrists. It had been a deceitful thing...a thing of delicate silk turned to wrought iron steel.

And in the grey underbrush stirred the Beast. It's hundreds of eyes fixed on the offering left behind, the prize meant to draw its attention while the White Army moved forward.

The Grey Angel could only struggle, like a bug in the spiders web. She could feel the heat of a dripping maw already, and knew in time she would be nothing but bones in the forest to warn travelers of what lay here. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

" My sisters We should lean on each other in such a time of need. Let us break bread together and share in the wine of communion. "