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❝ Voi! What th’ hell do ya think you’re doing?! ❞ He’s gone for a second and something’s already happening. ❝ What’s going on now?! ❞

#nebbiatutore #here you go; i hope this is okay !

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“Unless I am mistaken, your mother is dead.”

“Well damn, real shame, I guess the lack of air in her lungs means no.”

#nebbiatutore #the muse is PROFOUNDLY uncomfortable

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5. Torturing someone

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Usually, their roles were reversed, but this time, the prince thought it would be fun to go rummage through their target’s things. Mammon had it covered, now that his guards and basically anyone with a pulse in the vicinity was bleeding out.

Returning from a backroom to the sound of a scream that surely wasn’t Mammon’s, the blond found himself staring for a moment.

Illusions were the mist’s specialty, but... This was something new entirely. “Mammon, are you trying to out do me? Just kill him already.”

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#nebbiatutore #doesnt do small text for you cause im a nice person

death by chocolate, entangled mints. what a delicious meme now i want ice cream dammit

Death By Chocolate:an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Piano. When he was younger, and not trying to kill his brother, he picked up bits of piano playing. It’s not often he dabbled with it, but on occasion, the prince finds himself somewhere alone with a piano to play and he just has at it.

Entangled Mints:a friendship headcanon.

This mother fucker is hella messed up alright, but Mammon is his bro for life. You know when Bel was younger and Mammon was still cursed, they’d get upto all sorts of mischief in Squalo’s things and run away to the tune of “VOOOOIIIIII” echoing down the hall as the prince laughed and the greedy baby actually cracked a smile.

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“Hm? Aren’t you one of Squalo’s friends? Did you get taller somehow?”

#nebbiatutore #( starter. )#[ 8DD ]

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Send me a ❣ and I’ll gauge my character’s attraction to yours at this point in time

#nebbiatutore #{{ He really wants to squish Mammon's cheeks and there is no hiding it }}

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

What does love mean to anyone?

Love (n) -an intense feeling of deep affection.

Let’s start from the beginning.

The prince is one fucked up crazy bastard. He understands emotions, and his usual range of manic joy to mild rage, and not much else. He also really lacks empathy, so anything he feels for anyone else can really be traced back to what makes him feel good.

When the prince falls in love, he’s not sure what he’s feeling. It starts with the feeling of being light headed, but instead of his head, it’s his stomach. It’s not like he wants to throw up, but he feels ill. He feels wrong. As an assassin, as a cold blooded killer who took his families’ lives at the age of eight, he never got to experience what you and I would obviously label as ‘Love’ without a second thought.

Bel falling in love is more like trying to scream but nothing coming, running a marathon where the end just seems to be stuck at a fixed point that you’ll never reach, listening to a record skip but it skips at a different spot every time.

It just doesn’t make sense and it’s all uncomfortable.

To Belphegor, love means being weak.

Loving someone means having a soft point in a suit of armor. As much as he loves the attention (attention that he’ll go out of his way to get, mind you) and as much as he loves the feeling of those feeling being reciprocated, he doesn’t really want to label it love to begin with and he’ll try and deny it for as long as possible – that it isn’t the same as a child with a new toy, because if you take a child’s toy, it can be easily replaced. When a person is in love, there comes a time when one must mourn the loss of said love. Just because he lacks empathy doesn’t mean he won’t feel sorry for himself when he loses his belongings.

To Belphegor, love means having imperfections.

As a prince, he is perfect. Perfect people don’t have time for emotional baggage. Bel couldn’t care less about 99% of the world if he tried, but when he feels something, it eats away at him, but only when that person is around. When that person is out of sight… Well, out of mind. At least, he wishes it was. It’s strange. When he does find himself with that emotional baggage, it isn’t so much emotional as it is… happiness. An external source of happiness that isn’t bleeding or begging for mercy. A source of simple pleasures that don’t involve murder.

And that’s what Bel is. As an assassin, the storm loves what he does, and that’s murder. But some people make that cut. (no pun intended)

To Belphegor, love means confusion.

Corpses make the blond happy. A fresh pile of dead meat, dripping shades of crimson, covered in gashes of varying levels of intensity. A person, living and breathing with a steady heartbeat and will to live (or, in most cases) should not give him the same satisfaction. It’s not okay. It’s not fun at all trying to bounce the thoughts back and forth that he could kill him and get that joy and call it that, but keeping them alive is a steady source… But they could leave him. He’s not even sure what that would do to him, because it’s not something he’s ever experienced – someone leaving without being dead – and he doesn’t want that. It’s a lot of stimulation, really.

To Belphegor, love means… Something?

It’s an experience he doesn’t get often, but he thinks it could be worth… something.

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