#(ft. belial)

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[AU] - angels

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“You’re smarter than this.” 

He can hear Belial’s laugh at that before it even comes out, just as Belial can doubtless see the scowl Satan has aimed at his back. “I’m being serious.” As serious as the angel had been the countless other times Belial’s recklessness has put himself in harm’s way, willfully ignoring the vulnerability of being fallen. Of being human. 

Satan’s fingers slid over the knotted twin scars, over Belial’s shoulders to the mottled bruising at his side, making no effort to withhold an irritated sigh even though what he felt indicated no injury worse than what was visible. He’d felt the first twinge of it through their bond, Belial’s wordless spike of pain prompting the same fear as always, but tucked away as they were in the comfort of Belial’s rooms, no sense of danger remained. Still, Satan had always been stubborn, eyebrows staying drawn together as one hand strayed upwards to push a loose coil of dark hair over Belial’s shoulder.

 “What was it this time, plucking another child from the jaws of death to add to your brood?” 

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Date: July 22nd Location: Rooftop, Downtown LA Featuring: A different Satan than we’ve come to know + the Horseman formerly known as Belial -- the authentic version

Weeks later, and the old cathedral had barely progressed from a heap of charred rubble, though it no longer smoldered with the remains of his double’s fire. One step in the right direction and it had been at the prompting of a text, he thought disdainfully. The further back Satan traced his lesser self’s actions, the more blatant and laughable his weaknesses had proven themselves to be. But it didn’t matter. All that was left was to dispose of him and Satan saw no obstacles lying in his way there. There were two pretenders to his throne now, that had been cause for anger in the very beginning until he’d realized how fruitless both efforts were. The gates of Hell were closed, the throne inaccessible, and Lucifer and his double scrabbled for nothing. The world was collapsing for lack of leadership, and there to give the whole teetering disaster a push was -- 

Aha. A smile flickered over the ex-Devil’s face, recognizing the other by the simplicity of his silhouette against the skyline. “What a pleasant surprise.” The tableau made for a fitting bookend, War’s feet dangling over the edge of the rooftop as Satan approached, bracing his hands against the concrete and peering disinterestedly over. It would be a long fall, longer still without the help of the wings the other Satan had so helpfully gotten stripped from them both. The demon swung his legs over the barrier anyway, leaning casually back on his hands after he’d settled beside the Horseman (whether his War or the other, he didn’t care to scrutinize). “They aren’t even bothering with rebuilding now,” Satan remarked, picking out dusty machinery in the ruin, “Look at just how fast that apathy took root,” He sounded near delighted, as if the concept was an incredibly amusing joke, “I wonder if Baal knew that when the end times came, his special creations were going to lie down easy and merely take it.” 

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text / satan ➜ belial

Satan: Cancel your plans for tonight and try prying off the wood panel behind my office desk at Paradise instead. The combination is 01339.

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text / satan ➜ belial

Satan: Consider staying on your guard at the Centennial. Renee's ire isn't the only immediate threat to you right now.

Satan: I'd like to know why exactly Babylon hates you so much.

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text / satan ➜ belial

Satan: Are you still dying.

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[AU] - Mr. and (Not ) Mrs.

“Ese pendejo!” Babylon raged as she barged unceremoniously into Belial's place without knocking. “Do you know what he did this morning?” She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, the who being deemed unnecessary as she expected her friend to catch on soon enough. "He said ‘Good morning Babylon!’ Can you believe that!" 

Like most of her complaints, this one was directed towards her boss. Now, for most people it wouldn’t be a problem, but Babylon’s employer never bothered to acknowledge anyone in the morning and especially not by their actual name. 

“And not only that but then he asked if my husband would be coming by for lunch again!" Finally ready to get to the point, she took a moment to calm herself and take a breath. “Men are such idiots and yet they get paid the big bucks. I am this close to finally quitting and letting him run the company into the ground.”

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