05-01-2019, 07:10 PM
you are sacred because i have made you sacred.
Beelzebub
He doesn’t mean to let his fangs show when she snaps at him, demanding her flowers back as she stomps her soft hooves on the ground. For her mother? He cocks his head, eyes a little too wide as the tip of his tongue searches the pointed tips of his teeth for answers. He’s mean, she says. Beelzebub snorts softly at the insult and lets it roll off his skin like rain. Her parents treat him like a princess but his mother treats him much differently. She shows him how to hunt and where to bite his prey when they fall. He falls asleep counting her glimmering teeth in the moonlight and warms himself against the fire in her breast.
“Are your parents here?” he asks, scales rising up over his skin and the faintest trails of smoke curling from his nostrils as he watches her. His golden eyes roam her face as though she were some new strange food than a little girl and potential friend. “In fact, I don’t think anyone is here to stop me.”
He steps closer as the scales cover the last few inches of skin on his face and the innocent, round pupils of his eyes turn to paper thin slits. His breath blurs and disrupts the air around his mouth as it creates little heatwaves.
“You should learn when to shut your mouth, otherwise someone might rip out your tongue.”
His teeth clack together to emphasize his words, kicking up little sparks as he speaks. Then he steps back, watching her with those gleaming golden eyes.
“Are your parents here?” he asks, scales rising up over his skin and the faintest trails of smoke curling from his nostrils as he watches her. His golden eyes roam her face as though she were some new strange food than a little girl and potential friend. “In fact, I don’t think anyone is here to stop me.”
He steps closer as the scales cover the last few inches of skin on his face and the innocent, round pupils of his eyes turn to paper thin slits. His breath blurs and disrupts the air around his mouth as it creates little heatwaves.
“You should learn when to shut your mouth, otherwise someone might rip out your tongue.”
His teeth clack together to emphasize his words, kicking up little sparks as he speaks. Then he steps back, watching her with those gleaming golden eyes.
there is no burning that i did not create.
@[Citadelle]