a/n; there is just something so interesting about this two’s dynamic that made me write some headcanons.
Bel and Rasiel, the twins
↠ Everything about Bel and Rasiel had mirrored each other, from their birthmarks to their clothes, likes, and even eyes. Bel once said that it was a sign from the universe that they were bound to be on opposite sides of the spectrum, never together and always against each other.
↠ So that they won’t be exact copies of each other, Rasiel cuts his own bangs while Bel gets it cut.
↠ Bel used to wear the color black and Rasiel wore white. When Bel had vocally said that he liked the color black, Rasiel decided to spite him and wear black the next day. Ironically, Bel had the exact same idea when his twin announced that he liked white so he also wore that colored shirt. After that day, their clothes were practically switched.
↠ Bel and Rasiel have different eye colors but both had a case of sectoral heterochromia, same as their father’s. Whilst Rasiel’s eyes have a different color on the topper part of his irises, Bel’s different color was on the lower part of his irises.
↠ Bel never had intentions of being King. It’s just so… tiring, and boring, and so not Bel-like. He didn’t mind not being King but he minded if Rasiel became King. So after getting rid of Rasiel, he got rid of everyone else as well. There won’t be a need for a King, no need for him, if there’s no Kingdom after all. He sought out Varia the day after.
↠ For as long as both of them could remember, Bel and Rasiel had tried murdering each other over the pettiest of things.
↠ It started with a simple birthday celebration for their third birthday. Since Rasiel was the older twin, what he says is to be followed, and the servants in their castle bends to his whims. Rasiel had wanted a vanilla cake but Bel wanted chocolate; following the earlier rule, they ended up having vanilla cake on their birthday.
↠ After that incident, Bel had came up with a solution to his problems. Rasiel may be the older twin now but if he gets rid of him…
↠ Prior to this, the most that had happened in between them were little shoves and pushes. Tripping each other or ‘accidentally’ kicking the other. Bel had pushed Rasiel off the stairs when Rasiel had gotten a point higher in their mock quizzes while Rasiel bit Bel’s hand.
↠ Bel was the first one who attacked with intent to murder. At that time, he really didn’t like blood, he didn’t like getting dirty, so he used poison.
↠ Rasiel miraculously survived from the potion from hell that Bel had brewed on his own, and he didn’t need investigators to know that it was Bel who did it. Instead of getting mad and sentencing Bel to an execution like he always does with everyone else, he decided to return with his own poison.
↠ Soon enough, poison started going to punches and punches started going to knives and before they all knew it, the twins were at each other’s throats.
↠ Their parents didn’t do anything. They didn’t care if one dies and one lives, what they need is a heir and only one of them. If the two did manage to kill each other and are in a situation where none will survive, then they simply have to give birth to another child. So Bel and Rasiel hated them. It was no surprise that Bel killed them after he killed Rasiel.
↠ Tw twins had used to many underhanded tactics to get over the other numerous times. One time would be when Rasiel fed Bel dirt when he was in bed, sick. Bel swallowed some worms with it and only got sicker.
↠ In retaliation, Bel had fed him cockroaches when he himself got sick a few months later. He had truly enjoyed how Rasiel screamed at him, feeling those tiny pests in his throat. No servant bothered to check up on them, already used to it.
↠ Bel was the first one to use knives at the age of four. The whole family was dining, having their usual obligatory meal together when Rasiel had started laughing mockingly at him. The first thing Bel’s hand had got was the dinner knife and so he threw it. Rasiel had copied, throwing his own knife.
↠ Things just started to get worse from there.
↠ Bel had cheated. He didn’t like to call it cheating since he was just being his usual scheming cunning self, but he did. He made sure to attack Rasiel when he was at his lowest. And it worked. Bel won.
↠ For Bel, his victory over his brother was bittersweet. He relished in his win, standing triumphed over his brother’s bleeding body, red covered the room and his clothes. Injuries decorated his body after the long hard fight but it was nothing compared to his brother who was taking his last few breaths.
↠ Though deep inside him, in the darkest part of his heart, he had mourned as well. Belphegor is human after all, no matter how psychotic or insane he is. Rasiel was his other half, even if he didn’t want to admit it. They were each other’s parts, in sync.
↠ But he knew that from there, he would have to start picking up pieces to fit in him so he could be whole again.
↠ And perhaps when Rasiel laid on the floor, looking up at his brother in scorn and disbelief, he felt the same deep inside as well.
↠ Neither of the twins would ever admit to it, burying it all under the everlasting hatred and vicious strikes. After all, what were they if they weren’t twins trying to outsmart and murder each other every single second?
