Lost & Found - a demon!Bela study (ft. Meg)
for @sapphicnaturalrights - day 3 - Came back wrong -> on ao3 - 1.2k
Bela flicks her eyes.
The wrong shade of green stares at her through the grime of the mirror. She tries to squint, hopes the blur would make it look closer to the truth.. Instead her face frowns and loses the few pieces of herself she could have found. There's just the aghast gaze of some lost girl. Maybe that's all she is.
.
Meg is the one who came to her, down the pit. Bela had just been making deals for a few months, and already the other demon was all over her. Among her blabbering about deep desires and what made us human, Meg pushed and pushed as if to break Bela's defences in a whole new game of torture – over with snipping her skin! now Hell was stripping her soul!
And Meg saw through.
"It's unusual," she simply said.
"What?"
"Your vessels."
Bela froze. She wasn't doing anything wrong, she was certain Lilith couldn't care less what vessels she took to each crossroad. But she had gathered, before Meg even pointed it out so obviously, that the way she was going about it was... unusual.
What Hell does first is ruin your body. People – soon-to-be demons – deal with it in different ways.
She's heard the stories about Crowley: how he's picked one vessel, all these years ago, and never changed. Any hurt to his body is hurt to himself – he made it completely his, even before the soul inside died in turn.
She knows some merely have a vague preference and pick whoever's around, or make a guess of their client's own type.
She came to understand that Meg relishes in the possibilities she never got alive, free of medical charges. She had a few different vessels, some for longer than others, before she settled on dark hair and round cheeks.
Still, many leaves their body behind and through Hell comes the opportunity of change.
Bela doesn't work like that.
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