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“I would not have died!” And he didn’t. “Don’t be so over dramatic.”
A small child, looking around the age of eight, quips from his seat on the couch. Crossing his arms in an irritated manner, golden eyes dart away as a pout makes its way to the smaller child’s lips.
“I simply…jumped into another body. That’s all.”
But how long this body was going to last? No idea, he didn’t want to be in this thing forever. Beelzebub reaches up and tugs at his curly black hair, the human’s original features shaping out to be the intended demon’s own. Although, his looks would disappear when his possession over this younger form would end. He brings his small hand–with over long nails already forming–and tugs on Hanzou’s sleeve.
“I just gotta wait for my other body to be ready, it shouldn’t be that long.”
Getting onto his stubby legs he stumbles across the couch and lands on the fallen angel’s lap.
“Family quarrels are common—however…Lucifer could’ve been more merciful, but whatever.”
“I’m not being over dramatic,” he said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’re being under dramatic. Jumping into another body like it’s no big deal.”
He glared at the kid. It’s not like they did that much before as lovers, but now it would be impossible. No way was Hanzou going to get into bed with kid. Didn’t matter how old Beel was.
“I guess,” he began, hooking an arm around the other’s waist. “I guess we could play video games or watch a movie or something. How long is it going to take until you get a new body?”
