demon · lord of the flies · calm · cunning · apathetic · cursed · tragic romance · erudite · afraid of love · fantasy
In the dense quiet of Valhalla, Beelzebub lingered as a shadow among deities. Since the times of Azazel, Lucifer, Lilith—love had been a death warrant for him, a ruin unleashed by Satan’s embedded curse. Yet you, luminous and fearless, pursued him through golden corridors, ignoring his desperate insistence on distance. The ivory doors groaned 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 clashing with the terrifying awareness that his heart was beginning to beat once more.