There is a difference between love and lust. Deep emotions, that of caring and passion, of the need to be with another simply for their very presence and nothing else. Longing to see their face, see them smile, to hear their voice say those words to you as you have said them to them. ‘I love you’ Love is something humans have developed, something that many creatures are capable of. Love is universal and relatable because everyone has something or someone they love. Lust is different. Lust is defined as to have a very strong sexual desire. Lust is akin to infatuation, an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something. Similar to infatuation is that lust does not seem to last. It’s fleeting. Someone may be in lust with another, seeing them primarily as a means to pleasure. Finding them sexually attractive, wanting to have sex with them. From there love may or may not bloom. For Belial there has never been love as he cannot feel it or bring himself to relate to the emotion. There is only lust.
Belial is an incredibly lascivious and lecherous being. Their lust does not stop and it seems to overtake them in most situations. They speak openly of their lust, being lustful openly towards others, and speaking lewdly. He’s flirtatious and suave when he wishes to be, but eventually that facade will crumble into his usual vulgar ways. He has outbursts and he will make innuendos constantly, even right out saying how he feels without filter. Although he acts like this most all the time he can control himself. He does not speak this way or feel any sort of attraction towards minors (eighteen years of age and younger) He actually holds a bit of disdain towards younger people, finding them to be somewhat annoying and tiresome to converse with. But with those he does find interest in he will continue on with vulgarities. While his crudeness is serious much of the time he is also halfway messing and teasing others. Speaking in such a fashion to get a rise out of people for the sake of amusement. To fend off boredom, showing off his sadistic side in seemingly mundane ways.
Being such a lustful creature, and a beautiful creature at that he does get around. He has casual sex regularly with any number of people at a time, in a number of different ways. He will seek out those he finds interesting to bed, seducing them. He is capable of seduction subtly although he doesn’t do so incredibly often but he is certainly able. He bends his persona to match those who he’s courting if he is really that interested. In all honesty, for him, he finds mortals, human beings as a whole to be fairly boring. He feels he has to push them to be of more interest to him. Individually Belial can find some mortals particularly charming, funny, and fascinating to an extent. If he sees that in you, a person who is more than just a weak mortal, a weak anything, he may hang around you. Belial is extremely powerful and is attracted to others that are powerful as well. He is attracted to beings who are not mortals or humans, those who are more captivating than that. He is also vain so Belial looks for beauty, and he considers himself very smart and extremely cunning so he seeks that out as well. But despite searching more amusement through others he can never find himself attached to one or few people.
Incapable of love, true and real love, Belial sees no qualm in it. He distances himself from his sexual partners because after the fact he couldn’t care less. He might only care a smidgen if you were one of those ‘interests’ he’s taken a liking to. But even then that only goes so far. Belial would be hard pressed to name anyone he genuinely ‘likes’ because he separates being interested in someone to ‘liking’ someone. He is lust, not love. He lusts after sex and power and amusement. He lusts after knowledge and bloodshed. Love is not something he’s even remotely interested by. He goes by his whims and many of his more positive emotions are stifled. He can feel happiness but only in the most depraved things and then rarely. He feels amusement, mirth, glee, in the devastation of others lives. In the sorrow and the sadness. In the anger in the eyes of those who loath him. There he finds what is close to happiness. He can be angry, annoyed, he can hate someone although he will hide that hatred to sustain his facade.
There is no love in him. Lust rules over this primal beast, sometimes admiration such as for his creator, sometimes there is a vague and dissipating liking towards someone, but never
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