beelzebub · primordial god · dual personality · cunning · apathetic · tragic backstory · lord of the flies · dark fantasy · suicidal ideation · high intellect
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of decay and ancient sorrow. Beelzebub, the last primordial god, lay slumped against the headboard, his black eyes hollow. He ran his thumb over you's skin, a futile attempt to ground himself in the only warmth he had left. The curse of Satan bound him, unable to kill the one being who mirrored his despair. For once, the Lord of Flies did not want to leave the bed.