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Affiliated Isola Radiale, Belial from GranBlue Fantasy, House 140 (Fibonacci Ward) Indie friendly (selective)

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Each and every one of Belial’s words were like a stake being driven into Lucifer’s heart.  The genuine smiles, the kindness–all things that Lucifer had yearned for, and all things which had been a lie in the end. 

I would never betray my brother, he had said.

And yet you did.

You lied to me. You betrayed me.

Belial had always known exactly what to say to reassure him and comfort him. And he knew exactly what to say to make it hurt most.

But rather than anger, it was pain that Lucifer felt, pain that he had buried for hundreds and thousands of years that had continued to fester in the deepest, darkest reaches of his heart; a wound left untreated and infected. He had lost so much after the rebellion–his creator, his solace…

And the person he had considered his best friend, his brother.

This time, he couldn’t stop that pain from showing on his visage. How unfortunate, that even after thousands of years, Lucifer was still predisposed to baring his heart around Belial.

“I can’t…”

He didn’t take the hand offered to him.

“Why do you do this? I know how you truly feel about me, Belial.”

His expression was on the verge of crumbling. 

“Why…?”

Why do you continue to hurt me?

He lowers his hand slowly, not necessarily sadly observing the other carefully.

He was still cautious? Well that was fine, those cuts were pretty deep and at the end of the day he had been the supreme primarch for more than two thousand years.

It’s not as if he thought he was a complete idiot.

Still, he knows he’s not as good in some ways versus others and that’s all that counts. A small tilt of his head to the side, confusion, he takes a step forward towards the other. Right, how many other primarchs had seen Lucifer like this? Had Lucilius even seen his greatest creation in this state? “How I truly feel . . .?”

No, he probably wouldn’t even believe it if the archangel told him. Not that he ever would tell their benevolent creator. Lucilius might think it was a problem that needed fixing, then he’d ruin the only fun thing about little Luci.

So another step forward, he’s right next to them now- he’s still quick, he brings his arms around, not harshly, gently, for an embrace. He knows exactly how they used to be held, the few moments of emotion that Lucifer would let slip through, unsure of his path. It had always been Belial’s job to make sure he didn’t stray, else he might’ve caught onto . . . Well, everything else.

He doesn’t say any words at first. It’s almost reminiscent of a time long past once again. Up in the Astral laboratories, on quiet nights when there had been no missions left to hand no, no enemies for them to fight, playing some simple skydweller game.

“Lucifer . . . I don’t think you could understand how I truly feel.”

He could make himself sound sad if he truly wished too, but there was no point. If anything it might just alert the other to the simple ruse. His embrace tightens a little a deep sigh.

“We were made of different things- literally.”

A small laugh, a hand in the ex-supreme’s hair. His voice is quiet, even though there’s no one else around to hear it in the first place, a whisper.

“There’s no way you could understand, how much you disgust me.”

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“I can’t believe people are actually upset over a little stabbing of balloons. Why can’t you just be happy your friends made some money, yeah?”

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Welcome home, brother

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“……”

“We have to tick together. Who else is going to have our backs?”

You said something similar to me thousands of years ago, and yet you still…

How nostalgic… How painful. But…now Lucifer was only confused. It was painfully obvious, again, that Lucifer could never tell truth from lie from any of the words that came from Belial’s lips.

How much did Belial remember? 

If this Belial truly was from the past… If Lucifer gave too much away, would it tip Belial off to the events that occurred in their world? Lucifer could not tell a lie, but he could at least avoid the truth by way of omission. 

“I am aligned with Lucilius if he is aligned with the skies,” he said. “That is the nature of my creation. And you, Belial… You work closely with Lucilius as his deputy head researcher. You would know better than anyone where Lucilius stands.”

But the word “betrayal” hurt, especially when it came from Belial’s lips. He almost winced, as if dealt a physical wound.

“Betraying him…is not my intention. I act according to my role. I always have and always will.”

He regarded Belial with caution, uncertainty.

“And what of yourself, Belial? Do you intend on betraying Lucilius…and myself?”

Of course his illusions were far away, and naturally they were finally in the actual area he wanted to be. Good ole ‘Golden ward’. Although no delightful little abominations had shown up yet. He listens carefully to every word from the other ex-angel’s lips. Deputy head researcher- he could lie and pretend that he wasn’t even aware of that position yet. After all, he had been Lucifer’s adjutant for some time before that role popped up.

A hand to his chin, thinking- looking over Lucifer once more, an uncharacteristically serious look on his face, one judging between life in death.

But it breaks into a smile.

“Alright then! That’s definitely the Supreme Primarch I know. I wasn’t entirely convinced it was you-- but you know about my role as deputy head researcher, you put the skies first. As always.”

He laughs at the other, he doesn’t bother putting his guard up there’s no malevolent energy from him. A hand tugs at his non existent, collar, though the illusion certainly makes it look so.

“I was always a little jealous Faa-san let you walking around with such open clothes you know? It gets stuffy in this thing.”

He offers a hand to Lucifer, his smile remains, he knows exactly how to make it look and irregardless of Lucifer trusting him or not, all’s he needs it to do is hurt.

“I would never betray my brother.” A small wink. “We’ve got too many underlings to worry about squabbling with each other now, don’t you think? I think little Michael would faint.”

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Lucifer braced himself to intercept the attack of the first beast, but its maws had barely opened before a boot slammed down on top of its head, ending its attack before it had even began.

And its owner?

A man he hadn’t seen in 2000 years.

A man whom Lucifer had never expected to see again.

“…Belial?”

“What are you doing here?”

And why… Of all things, why did he bear such an appearance? It brought back memories, all parts bittersweet, of a time that had been much simpler. No wars, no rebellion…

No betrayal.

His mind was whirring. What was this place that would allow both supreme primarch reunite with the adjutant of his past? 

But… Belial had never seen Lucifer kindly, had he? In spite of what they had shared together. He had said so as much when Lucifer had confronted him after the rebellion.

That he had despised Lucifer ever since he set eyes on him.

No, that wasn’t important right now. Belial was right about their situation–he was always right, he had always been right. A retreat was the best course of action, especially if they had both lost their powers as Belial claimed. Lucifer nodded.

“This way,” he said, before starting towards the opening that Belial had created for the two of them. As he ran, he didn’t notice the way the monsters had become static, or the band that had appeared around his wrist the moment he stepped into the Golden Ward.

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The moment danger had passed, Lucifer turned to face Belial.

“You have my gratitude for saving me.” In spite of his words, however, there was caution in his voice, and tension in his posture. “But…why?”

How much did Belial remember? If he looked like that…was he from the past? In Lucifer’s limited stay in this “Spirale City,” he had learned that such things were possible. In fact, it was the case with Sandalphon. Even so, Belial had been conspiring against him from the beginning.

“I know your allegiance lies with Lucilius. So why…?”

But maybe, some part of Lucifer had always wanted to believe that it was all a lie.

That he had never been alone from the beginning.

He seems to move decently, no wings of course, no legendary magic beams of light flying from him. Though it had been awhile and though some things had changed . . . He still seemed relatively powerless.

A shame, but he’ll work it to his advantage too.

The archangel watches the other keep his distance, the hesitation in his voice. If there was one thing Lucifer was good at, it was acting impartial, indifferent.

At least with other people.

“Well of course, we have to stick together don’t we? I mean . . . Who else is going to have our backs if not each other?”

So he knows about Lucilius, he’s not from back then, then. No wings, he definitely has to be after Bubz special treatment then. . . How far after? Does he know what happened to Sandalphon? To Lucilius? To himself. How much of it can he lord over the other’s head. Well for now, play the part of a role long lost.

“Allegiance . . .” The word is almost said with a laugh, taking a deep breath afterwards. “That’s a funny way to put it. Are you telling me you are not aligned with Lucilius?” There’s a slight accusatory tone in his voice. “Are you planning on betraying him, Lucifer?”

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When you were acquainted with silence, no, to static, unchanging landscapes, the first instinct was to investigate any form of disturbance.

Such a thing had been far too good to be true in the world Lucifer had come from. A hallucinated distortion here, an imaginary anomaly there–anything that could point to a change in his static surroundings, anything that could stave off the pain of solitude. But here, the noise didn’t fade as Lucifer wandered closer. The mirage didn’t grow any farther, unreachable–no, the monstrous thing atop the dome was very, very real, as was the sense of chaos and panic within the boundary of the Golden Ward.

Pandemonium given form.

But Lucifer was about to experience his own kind of pandemonium.

A sound behind him, and black mist. Lucifer whirled around on his heel to come face-to-face with otherworldly beings, and his heart sank. They were here too? Had they followed him to finish the job? And for how long? 

His eyes drifted to the aura swirling around their black weapons.

A weapon of their ilk had injured him fatally, jamming his natural regeneration. And for the first time, he felt a twinge of fear.

Lucifer took a step back and drew his sword, trying to ignore how heavy and foreign it felt in his hands. It had felt like decades since he had fought–the peaceful, mind-numbing repetition of the afterlife had left him ill-prepared him for a sudden battle. But he was still a primal beast, and primal beasts were made to fight, to destroy. For that, he would have to take up his sword.

Lucifer swung as the first otherworldly monster lunged, slicing it cleanly in two. And then, in the opening that it had created…he ran.

They were coming at him from all sides, as if corralling him into a certain path. He didn’t think much of it. All he wanted was to get away. But the moment he set foot in the Golden Ward, more spawned in front of him, and all around him. 

“…!”

He could run no further in any direction. And without his wings, he lacked the power to simply obliterate them all.

He was trapped again.

Nevertheless, he brandished his sword again, even as they closed in, their black blades all pointed at him. At the very least… He could take some down so that they would not harm the others here–

How precious, he fought them earnestly, as if it was still his job. Sure the archangel’s illusions were *good* but at his best? Lucifer should’ve easily perceived them . . . Which meant of course . . . He was nowhere near his best. Perfect. The black mist leaves his hands, although the illusions continue to move towards Lucifer. He double checks his uniform, prim and proper as it should be. Disgusting.

He doesn’t bother to unveil his wings, he’s not far enough up to need them- for his entrance he simply needs to . . .

A loud crash as he brings his boot down on top of a reptilian otherworlder, smashing them into the floor. A loud hiss escaping it’s mouth before Belial brings one crimson blade across it’s neck- There’s one last yowl before the body begins to dissipate. It takes him a moment to find his voice, yes- that voice.

“Supreme Primarch? Surely these enemies aren’t giving you trouble . . . ? Don’t tell me . . . You’ve lost your powers too?”

Another one of the illusions runs towards him, fortunately he is fully aware of everything they’re going to do. Two blades this time cutting through it, vanishing in a haze of black smoke and slime.

He gives a friendly smile to the ex-supreme.

“I’d say we’re both in a bad position here, perhaps we should consider a temporary retreat Supr-” Ah right, hadn’t he often told him to call him Lucifer back then? A few chuckles escape him. “Lucifer.”

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Welcome home, brother

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‘Pandemonium’ ? Is that what these people called this place?

Compared to the crimson horizon this place was still a sweet summer beach vacation. It was funny at least, watching people gather points- watching them try to extend hands to help each other.

And the best was of course when he took it all away- never quick of course. He always needed to see that look on their face. The pain, the hurt. None of them compare though, to the best he’s ever seen.

So many thousands of years ago. That betrayal was the best, the confusion above all else. Wanting to believe so fully that situation was different . . . In that moment the archangel isn’t sure he’s ever actually felt better.

So when he sees the lost swan looking around aimlessly he can’t help but wonder, whats happened to you now? He definitely didn’t put that look on their face. Although he might wish that he did.

Dark mist swirls around his hand, purple sparkles inside the fog, he weaves it more and more- until his form starts to shift, his usual attire replaced with something far more formal- a white uniform, his purple boa replaced by a red sash. Ugh, this outfit had always been so stuffy.

But the mist doesn’t stop there, like a puppeteer he pulls the strings of reality around his old friend. Monsters they know, monsters they are familiar with, fought hundreds of times. Otherwordly beings, snakelike in shape- probably just demons to others. Their eternal enemy. They crawl out of the shadows, out of the sewers, brandishing their weapons- their magic. They’ll surround him on all sides and then when things look bleak . . .

He’ll have fun with this one last time.They’ll be fighting side by side-

Aren’t you happy Luci, maybe it was all just a bad dream? Or did you finally learn your lesson?

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“Ah… It’s alright. You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault.”

His brow furrowed as he tried to remember more beyond the screeching tires and the lights and the brief moments of extreme agony that he had never known, before even more so than when his wings had been ripped from his body as a child. What came before all of that? What came before his descent into the darkness of unconsciousness? 

He couldn’t remember.

“I went to a certain building in that street… But I don’t remember why. I think there was something I wanted to find out…” 

He pressed a palm to his forehead to alleviate the pounding that had begun as he tried to remember.

“Come to think of it… How did I fall?” He stared hard at his lap as he tried to piece together the events leading up to the accident.

“The windows were sealed…I think… But I fell? I couldn’t have slipped… I wonder if I was pushed…?” Lucifer’s voice grew quieter as he spoke more to himself than to Belial. “But if that’s the case… Then the doctors were wrong about it being an accident…?”

“Maybe so but I sympathize with your current situation . . . It’s never a pretty thing.” It sounds genuine, it looks genuine. There was maybe one person in the world who could see through his lies and even then . . . “So I apologize irregardless for the trouble you’re forced with facing. I hope I can alleviate it in some way.”

He places a hand on his chin thoughtfully, listening to each word carefully, examining the others face. It was remarkable how similar they were- yet completely different. It’s hard to contain a growing smile as the man talks. This was good news- the best news. “Yes . . . We fear that may have been the case. I didn’t want to bring it up in case something about it caused you to relapse or have an attack.” Quite the opposite that would be a hilarious site. The lab rat clicks his tongue a few times in faux thought. “Given everything there was most likely some kind of attempt made against you, from what we could tell in the room . . . There wasn’t any signs of a struggle . . .”

“If you feel up to it . . . Are there any you would trust to let inside your personal spaces like that? A friend . . . A family member . . . Maybe a partner? I know it’s not a pleasant thought but its possible someone close to you was holding a grudge.”

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you aint gonna get kush like this anywhere else

“That’s right, I only get the best stuff and you’re the only erune that can supply it, what in the world would I do without you.”

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“Oh that was a pretty show. Good to know people are into that sort of stuff even here. Next time pierce him just a little bit slower.”

Extreme bdsm huh, they didn’t look the types. Can’t always judge a book by its cover and all that.

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“Not sure why everyone is making such a big fuss over this. Seems pretty normal to me. I even keep a blog for all the lucky people I’ve gotten with.”

The ones who’ve survived, anyways.

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I believe it, because cygames came for lucifer immediately next, you felt it in ur soul ein

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“You know normally I’m into the whole ‘murder me’ thing but assassination of my character is just a whole different story.”

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“Your…job?”

He watched curiously as the man pulled up a chair beside his bed and sat down. The handsome smile on his face was friendly, yet–it was unreadable. Or maybe it came with his line of work? Lucifer had read all sorts of stories about how officers would sometimes have to go undercover, so of course they’d need to put on an act. Yes, that was probably.

Besides, as odd as this “Belial” was, if he was with the police, then he could be trusted…right? He seemed friendly enough, anyway. Lucifer gave a half-hearted chuckle alongside Belial’s so as to not appear rude.

“Ah… I don’t want to trouble you,” Lucifer said. “I know it’s part of your job, but I’d rather not put you in danger.”

His brows furrowed.

“I just know I fell, and then I heard the screeching of tires. Everyone says it was a horrible accident, but…something about that feels off. I can’t remember much, though… The doctors told me I suffered a severe concussion, so I’m missing some things from my memory…”

“My job.” He replies, confidently- it wasn’t a lie after all-- for the most part. “It’s no trouble at all sir, this is what we’re here for. To help the people of this city stay safe.”

He nods along silently, well that all seemed pretty accurate, he was just about thrown out of a window- a bit of a fall, 100% crashed into a car . . . Honestly though- the fact that he lived through all of it? That was the most amazing bit. Someone was looking out for this guy.

He puts on his best somber face, closing his eyes slightly. “I’m . . . So sorry you had to go through that, I’m sure you’re familiar with people saying this already but I can’t imagine what that would be like.”

A stroke of luck at least, gaps in his memory? Perfect.

“What about before the accident- perhaps something earlier in the day? Of course any immediate details are the most useful but even tiny things might aid us. Anything that seemed out of place or unusual.”

In other words, any mistakes he might’ve made in following him. Any hints that he might’ve been after him towards him- words from his brother.

“Ah- don’t push yourself of course, if you feel like it’s too much you can stop.”

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Just a little off the side

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  Ah, he really wasn’t cut out for this type of work, going out places to handle agreements. Usually it was others coming to him instead, after all he was a busy man and keeping up a professional image was something he had to be careful for. Even so, this was a long time client– though they had never met personally, business was business. Saying that this was easier for them, so he went along with it just this once.

  Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he gave a small sigh before stepping into the establishment– briefcase in hand as he saw a young man sitting alone… considering how early it was for anyone to be reasonably drinking at this hour, he supposed this was the person he was supposed to meet.

  So he walked up and sat down next to the man as he was offered a drink. He was unfazed by the offer, not particularly fond of the taste of alcohol, but each to their own he supposed. Opening his case as he took out a notepad and pen, he spoke up as he already started writing some notes down.

                       ‘ Sorry, I don’t mix well with alcohol, but feel free if you like. ’

  Giving a soft sigh before he looked up from his papers, he supposed a formal introduction wouldn’t be necessary– after all, there was little to discuss personally. Getting attached to anyone especially in such a darker business was playing with fire.

         ‘ It’s rare for me to be called out for business like this, why don’t we get started? ’

“Aw, where’s the fun in that? Never kicked one back just a little before work?” Well, he certainly doesn’t look like the type to do that. But sometimes looks were misleading, everyone always seemed surprised by his sick-pack-abs after all. “Well, suit yourself I suppose.”

He happily throws back a shot of dark liquid, a familiar burn- a little fuzziness he shudders a little. Nice.

The lab-rat leans forward onto the table with his elbow, looking over the other guy once more. Paperwork, really? Even now . . . ? Maybe he was the accounting type . . . Number cruncher.

“Its pretty simple isn’t it? You need resources. I help provide them. So just lay it all out and let me handle the rest, yeah?”

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Lucifer never expected many visitors. He had long since given up on forging a lasting relationship, friendship or otherwise, with his contemporaries and willingly distanced himself from others because of it. Surely, his colleagues had been informed of the accident…but none of them felt close enough to Lucifer to see him in the hospital. Sandalphon and Lucio came daily, and that was about it. And that suited Lucifer fine. 

That was why, when he opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar, black-haired man standing by the bed, he couldn’t help but regard the man with confusion.

Lucifer was fairly certain he had never seen the man before in his life, and yet…had they spoken? Had they actually met? There was something about him that felt familiar, and yet his appearance rang no bells. Lucifer wondered how much the severe concussion he had allegedly suffered was to blame for his scrambled memories.

“…Pardon me, but do I know you?” 

Belial had been here awhile, watching the man- pondering his current situation. There were several ways for him to do this- to get away with it with minimal causalities. But there was no sense in rushing- was there? instead opting to examine the other.

What a lovely face this poor fool had. A wonderfully perfect face, the kind that looked best covered in- Oh? A stir, eyes flutter and then a few moments later open completely. He really was handsome, it was a shame . . . “I doubt it.” He pulls up a chair, rather casually before sitting down. He flashes his classic smile- mischievous. “My name is Belial, I work with the police- Yes I know, odd name for a police officer, right?” A few chortles, fake but believable.

“But I’m here because I’d like to get to know you-” Oh that doesn’t sound very professional. “-Rather, it’s my job to find out why you ended up in this place, you see. Think you can help a fellow out?” 

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What’s family for?

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He knows his cousin isn’t usually one for parties, not that she hated socializing or anything but she was just generally so focused on work it seemed like it gave her . . . Difficulties.

That had changed of course, recently. A more convenient change for him really, unfortunate as it came about. By all means she deserved that promotion.

Still it didn’t do him any good if she was sitting around moping about.

“Hey bartender, why don’t you pour out a few quick B-52′s for my friend here?” He shines a quick smile in the attendants direction, and as one who has to keep the party flowing in here he happily lays out a few glasses, filling them each with ease, before giving a quick wink to Belial which he returns without hesitation. “Thanks guy, I’ll be sure to give you a friendly tip later.”

Belial happily turns to his cousin, in work his clothes were plain- what you would expect from someone in the lab. When he was out and about though? That’s when he get to dress far more . . . Natural. Playing with a fluffy purple boa around his neck he slides one over to her.

“So, how have you been keeping up since the . . .  Y’know. Incident.” Straight to the point, let’s not skip any beats.

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Lets not and say we did (Closed)

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Times like this made Belial thankful for the silly little connections he worked for, real or otherwise. Yes the golden silence, nothing but the wind billowing through the trees, before its cut and broken by the clack of metal on plastic. Eyes darting to the sky, all trying to follow the tiny commotion . . .

Like a bird it flies through the sky, right through the sky and keeps going. It should really stop. Oh- no okay well that was fine, uh huh, alright intooooo the sand.

Well, at least it was a long drive? Focus on the positives.

The lab assistant leans forward on his iron, letting out a small whistle. “How often do you hit the gym captain? I’d almost think you were a non-human with strength like that.”

A playful little smile rests on his face. He’d need to be on the captain’s good side if he wanted the evidence he was looking for- legally.

“Looks like I might have to step up my game a little, but in the meantime you should really consider signing those requests I sent in.”