#ofhellsbells 01

“What the hell?” Dean wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react. This incantation was supposed to put the spirit to rest and save Dean the time and effort of digging up the grave to burn the bones but instead it summoned a demon. Guess that’s what you get when you cut corners. Dean turned to look at the kid who’d given him the spell but before he could get on the kid about it, the demon that was summoned bowed deeply and addressed the kid as Lord Belphegor. “Lord Belphegor??” What the fuck had Dean gotten himself into. His head hurt. “Who exactly are you?”

The  Archangel  was  still  settling  into  their  new  office  in  the  city  now  that  they'd  taken  a  transfer  from  the  Washington  DC  office  to  New  York.  They  felt  Belphegor's  presence  in  the  building  long  before  they  called  them  out.  It  was  pretty  easy  to  tell  when  Belphegor  was  around  just  based  on  the  heaviness  of  the  humans  in  the  vacinity.  Raph  didn't  blame  Bells.  They  just  assumed  it  was  the  product  of  the  fall.  After  all,  they  hadn't  always  been  like  this.  "Hello,  Bells,"  they  greeted.  "Shouldn't  you  be  with  Michael  tonight?"  They  thought  he  mentioned  something  about  meeting  with  Bells.