blightedcreator.
Beelzebub glares down at the damned researcher as he draws himself up to his full height.
“No thanks to your pet,” he growls, circling the other Astral, “I was cast down to the Crimson Horizon.” Beelzebub pauses just behind Lucilius and lets out a low laugh. “But in a way, you helped me achieve the impossible.”
With that, he withdraws a sinister looking blade from his robes to loom over Lucilius’ head.
“Chaos matter,” he explains without preamble. “Quite a fun material to work with. Would you like to help me test it out?”











