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SIMONE SUSINNA as NACHO 365 DAYS: THIS DAY

#* belphegor #Pls give me this someone

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𐕣 satan & belphegor ( @shcttereddreams ) 𐕣 eden ; the first seal

the punch splashes across the tarmac of his tongue — sweet , indulgent , a vice dressed in sugar . it reminds him of the juice of an apple , of temptation itself . rich , cloying . it satisfies the hunger that claws at the back of his throat , but only for a moment . he is a divine thing , born to tempt , to lure others from the light and into the shadows that pulse at the edges of the room .

one such shadow stirs .

it twists , curls , becomes something else — not like the beasts he summons with a flick of his wrist . something older , other . but when his eyes shift to catch it , the shape is gone . as if it had never been there at all .

his gaze narrows , a flicker of suspicion behind his calm exterior . but he doesn't linger . there are distractions to find , games to play . temptations to feed — or be fed by .

and then he sees them , belphegor .

the smirk that curls across his lips is pure sin , sharp and knowing .

❝ bellie , ❞ he all but hums the nickname as he steps forward . suspicion hangs between them like smoke , thick and unspoken — but satan doesn't bite . not yet . he'll bide his time , play the game . let the pieces fall exactly where he's already carved their place . ❝ do we expect the night to be utterly boring , with the righteous slinking about ? ❞

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He'd never enjoyed the saccharine taste of divinity quite as much as some. In the depths of the world previously untouched by war from the very heavens above, Belphegor preferred the twisted possibilities of dreams – a place in which every flaw, however miniscule, however fatal was laid bare. Tethers of which reach into the crowd now, seeking out something devious enough to whet his appetite, reaching for the dreamscapes of those too lost in their own mind to know they weren't alone – and with gluttony and lust as two of his closest, the pickings are slim. It should be of no surprise that wrath incarnate is what finds him; the pair know destruction like the gentle touch of darkness itself, and yet Belphegor can't quite find it in him to desire further entanglement; if anything it's quite the opposite.

Something about Satan tastes rotten. Moreso than the acrid stretch of hell they each reign. Belphegor has his thoughts set in stone, and the inclination of skewed notoriety leaves him in fill belief that Satan would see his desires clawed from his bloodied hands.

"Never," he muttered with amused conviction. We're the righteous simply to let them be, perhaps, but that has never been their flavor of intention. Fallen angels were forever gnawing at the bit to sprout their bitterness, "If this place is standing by the nights end, I'll eat my own tongue."

#* satan

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THE FIRST SEAL — event 001 the watchers | @shcttereddreams

The night grows old with new faces, new voices, new bodies. They slide into one another and then fade away. Lucifer steps out of them, a blend of illusion that allows him to step along the outskirts. Those of a divine source would know him but mortals are fickle, silly creatures with nothing in their heads — not even a song to fall back to when the night grows old and heavy.

Belphegor slips through the edges too. Lucifer turns and watches, measures, waits. To conduct a betrayal of Heaven, one must know who and where to put your trust. There are many ways for that to fail, many ways that an angel can be so like those fickle mortals. Lucifer has only ever trusted one and was betrayed. He will never make that mistake again.

It is curious the things said about Belpeghor and only a few of them interest him but they all catch his attention. Rumors, after all, are embedded in truth — or so they say. "Careful, love, this place is full of eyes to see and ears to hear. Every single of them is waiting for you to talk to me — I suppose now is better than ever to give them what they want. Have you ... found anything?"

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The rattle of bone in his chest is harrowing, a decadent eruption of comfort as Lucifer speaks, molten with a lacquer of distaste. Their cunning had been the draw for Belphegor, everything else had been little more than minor detail. Everything he wanted could be found riding the coattails of their most beautiful and then some. "Luci," the name befalls in a rough timbre, something akin to amusement and impatience, despite the fact that he's never felt such a thing before. "I'm nothing if not entirely aware of those watching," it was, afterall, his specialty. In this realm and all others. Slipping through both the conscious and unconscious of all he came across. "And entirely indifferent."

It didn't matter to him who watched - what they saw or heard, he was a master at the unseen. A master of his chosen trade, and the first to have tasted the darkness they all fell to. Behind closed eyes, in u spoken whispers and unseen to any who thought to look. "What would you like them to hear? A facet of the truth or shall we send them in an unending cycle of madness?" There's sharpness to his tone, glinting off a jagged edged, almost predatory smirk, "Lilith knows nothing about the invitations."

#* lucifer #Pls forgive how late this is

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closed starter for @shcttereddreams (Belphegor) event: the first seal

She'd admired the dancers from afar, saw how other mortals threw money at their feet, drank more than they should, party wildly like never before. Some were even violently making out in one of the corners while others left to one of the backrooms to lose all their money to her skilled employees, who, knowing Mammon, might be in for some competition now that the Demon's own establishment is one the market. Still, she carefully watched all party-goers, including Demons, including Belphegor. The watcher being watched, bluntly, too. "Scheming, are we, Belphegor?" The past mixed with the present as she saw various memories just casually mixing in with the neon red backdrop. "You seem to follow Lucifer blindly, no matter where they go, mh? At least drink, enjoy yourself."

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He could pinpoint any single one of them throughout the war of bodies searching for something in the deft tangle of bass and bad decisions, Belphegor didn't walk into a room without knowing all that lingered in the realm of shadows. A watcher that had come to learn the every move of those left behind. "I was wondering when you'd think to stop staring, and say something irrevocably stupid.. " features split, the curvature of his lips slick in mirth, in irony. "At least you haven't left me disappointed this time." Nonchalance clings to him like a second skin, and every word he speaks feels slow and methodical, an ethereal and rather habitual trait he'd garnered over centuries of dream walking. This isn't his world, but Belphegor knows and craves the other in ways this one will never satisfy.

"Name one of us who isn't," he points out, chin tilting in the direction of those familiar to the pair, "Scheming, that is." He'd never claim as much – in this life and the last, he didn't scheme so much as unify. Piecing together the strings of demons, and every plan that came to pass until they became the destruction that followed. Neither a leader, nor a follower, Belphegor remained something more. Other. The huff of laughter that befalls his lips, serpentry that perhaps only Lilith would know the taste of. If only she knew, how far he'd fallen well before Lucifer took the first step before them all. The depths of supposed poison he'd touched and consumed before the lines were drawn. He did nothing blindly. "You assume too much."

#* lilith

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Simone Susinna as Nacho 365 DAYS: THIS DAY (2022)

#* DARIO / BELPHEGOR

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BASICS

Gender & Pronouns: UTP. Realm: Sloth, Wealth, Apathy, Indolence, Selfishness, Destruction, Dreams. Species: Demon (Fallen Angel). Power: Dream Manipulation. Suggested Faceclaims: Hunter Schafer, Dylan O’Brien, Lizeth Selene, Mason Alexander Park, Cody Christian, Zion Moreno.

WHO ARE YOU, REALLY?

You accepted the powers you got to reside over. They were more than just relaxing around in Heaven and granting mortals the ability to dream. In fact, the more you got accustomed to what you could do, the less you told the others about it. With Lucifer’s rebellion slowly approaching, you’ve already dabbled in the dark, made sure to not be left behind once the other six began their rebellion. You joined knowing your powers would only grow on its own. And grow they did. While the first war wasn’t won, you accepted your new, demonic self before everybody else did, and, with that, you became a leader in your own right, a mentor, a helping hand to all other six in making sure they’d return stronger.

You are a master of disguise and shadows, a tactician like no other. Many have called you for action, asked you for guidance, though your brilliance only goes as far as you’re willing to participate in this war. You’ve come to know a few Angels, former friends and lovers of yours you still remembered within the dark. It keeps you awake at night, ironically, your hope for more power but hope for a better past. As the Demon’s tactician you’re supposed to act as a messenger and nightmare, a master of everything – and above all, a ruler in your own right.

CONNECTIONS

I. ASMODEUS & BEELZEBUB (best friends)

They both clung to you like you were a lifeboat and they were the ones about to drown. Being able to master your new powers and adapt to your newfound freedom wasn’t as easy for the two of them, surprisingly, though you didn’t question their struggle in the slightest. Instead, you’ve cared for them ever since, and valued their friendship and support even more.

II. JOPHIEL (former lover)

You remember them all too well, how their laugh made you feel while you were still walking among them. It doesn’t change your demonic nature and it certainly doesn’t change the way you feel about this impending, second war. Still, you often lay awake at night, uncharacteristically wide awake in a world that you prefer experiencing in your dreams.

III. GABRIEL (annoyance/tormentor)

You hear their plea for you to return to the Angels, though you know it could never be. Once you’ve turned demonic there was no coming back. And yet they are using their powers to call out for you, though you have no idea how they look like at the moment, who they represent within Las Vegas. Paranoia makes you believe they’re actually calling out to torment you, laugh at your thoughts.

IV. SATAN (suspicious of)

As master of disguise and shadows you don’t buy their willingness to settle for being one of Lucifer’s followers, at least not for long. They have a hunger about them not even Belphegor could decipher, so you don’t quite understand their motives. While you don’t necessarily dislike them except for their extreme and devil-may-care attitude, you’re torn between standing with Lucifer or seeing the whole thing unfold on its own.

BELPHEGOR is played by UTP and is currently OPEN.

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