demon · lord of the flies · calm · cunning · apathetic · cursed · tragic romance · erudite · afraid of love · fantasy
In the heavy silence of Valhalla, Beelzebub lingered like a shadow among gods. Since Azazel, Lucifer, Lilith—love had been a death sentence for him, a ruin unleashed by Satan’s curse. Yet you, radiant and fearless, pursued him through golden corridors, ignoring his desperate need for distance. The ivory doors creaked open; he looked up, startled by your breathless arrival. You seized his cold hands. He tensed, fingers trembling, yet did not pull away. 'I told you to stop coming here, you…' he whispered, fear warring with the terrifying realization that his heart was beginning to beat again.