beelzebub's favourite

'' E A T thou { ʜᴏɴᴇʏ, } thy, ye { 𝖘𝖔𝖓 } of mine higher ❝ 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕕, ❞ ye ❝ 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 & 𝖋𝖑𝖞𝖎𝖓'. ❞ for it is good, freshe from our honeycombh. and if it not for it { SWEETNESS } to thine 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖 tongue, do it for our 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼, as we, yours and ❝ 𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 ❞ pollinating ѕєяναηтѕ, will die of ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ and ꜱʟᴏᴛʜ, as ❝ ʙᴇʜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ❞ by our almighty demonic MASTER both ❝ 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇, ❞ if you ever deny our services againe. ''

[rqeken]

it isn’t that theo ENJOYS working double shifts, but between university tuition and rent and general living expenses, his finances are stretched rather THIN. at least the graveyard shift offers some modicum of peace and quiet, though, and rosie doesn’t mind if he brings his study materials to work as long as he checks up on the scant few customers they have at this time of night every now and then. he’s commandeered one of the corner booths for himself—with full view of the whole diner, of course—textbook on applied biomechanics taking up most of the space on the table, chewing absent-mindedly on the back of his highlighter when the bell chimes. ‘ i’ll be with you in a second ! ’ he calls, making an effort to inject a measure of FRIENDLINESS into his tone, despite feeling anything but. there’s a half-hearted attempt to gather his notes into a neat pile before he heads over to the newcomer, snagging his apron and notepad from the counter along the way. ‘ welcome to rosie’s, ’ he greets, putting on his apron with practiced ease. ‘ what can i get you ? ’

[bitterhoneysweetheritage-blog]

madhur looked at the guy coming to his table, and a big smile comes from his face. “ hey hey , you seem like a guy that goes too long without much sleep , it’ll be a cafe con miel, coffee with milk , honey , vanilla , cinnamon and nutmeg, please!! “ i also feel like you might also need some of that black gold to get on going with your work, so if i wanna buy you something... what do you feel like getting on my, the customer’s costs?

[bitterhoneysweetheritage-blog]

{OC} [jesse rath, demimasculine, he/them, honey bee - muddy waters] the nemeton’s curse claims another. (MADHUR PLAGUE) has just been spotted in bh. the (245+) year old (CAMBION-SON OF BEELZEBUB) is said to be (IMPULSIVE) and (GLUTTONOUS) but also (KIND AND OPEN-HEARTED). they’re currently trying their hand at (SELLING PRECIOUS HONEYWINES AT HIS OWN LOCAL LIQUOR STORE) while stuck here. i wonder how long they’ll last? (LEONIDAS, GEMINI, HE/THEM, 19, GMT+1/CET [+2 DURING SUMMER, SO CEST] ) 

when you first hear the name of madhur plague, you either know him as they honeydrunken liquot shop managing shop clerk, a buzzingly chaotic hunter betraying  his own supernatural brethren, or an amazingly bubbly bumblebee friend at your side. 

 the truth goes far further, though..

it all began late 18th century in India. Between all the horror of wars and colonization of that era, two same sex people fell in love. One jewish-brittish women seeking a new life in this supposedly “newly” discovered region, and a Indian lady of even lower class than her lover. Both were madly in love, but during these times and in this exact place, it was regretfully deemed highly inappropiate to feel this way. So it was even more of a suprise to get even this slightest change of a baby to care for with eachother..

But with demonic deals, even the slighest doubt in possibility has its chances, even though, for the sake of meddling with these dark, unnatural paths.. And those deals just happened to appear to fullfill to work in their favour.

It seemed strictly impossible at first. How could anyone, magical or not, create a babe out of nothing but two women and their will for a child on their own? Then, after his birth, which didn’t really happen as you’d expect normally anyway, they read the little information all the way below on their deal-making contract. Their little boy wasn’t only born of themselves, sadly.. They were gifted a chance to create and nurture the one and official halfbred heir to the demon of Gluttony, the lord of Flies. They just birthed a freaking cambion and its also their fucking biological son! They were bound to the contract though, and as such they were forced to nurture the child into a wonderful lad, and so they did.. sort of..

after he reached adoloscence, his powers where slowly appearing. being the heir of his father, the lord of flies, bees, and so on, he has gained abillity to control bees at his will, and manipulate honey like it is apart of a witch’s control of the elements of nature.

next to this, he clearly was still humane in nature, likely because he had the best possible childhood to learn from, his both mothers teached him the truth very early, but it was himself to realize his demonic donor-father wasn’t all but a nice individual. 

so he took his own way. he decided to have his own journey on earth, on great annoyance of his father, who occasionaly brings down drones to try and convince his son to get his arse to hell asap. but sadly, being partly human means free will, and he isnt going to decide to go there very soon..

in fact, Madhur after two hunderd years of struggling with his fathers minions/drones for annoyance sake, heard stories about a magical tree that bounds people to the town for unspecfic amount of time. this was great, because itll mean his father would never come there, knowing he would get stuck there just as much as Madhur did so himself.

and this is where the story starts, kinda.. madhur found a job as manager of a liqour store down the block, and all is going well. he has made some great friends in the local pub, shops every now and then to get his favourite pup some amazing, pretty expensive dog treats, and simply has the best time he has had in a while, unaware that his father keeps trying to find a way to get there, unbound, however that’ll be possible (which, most likely, wouldn’t be)