you are sacred because i have made you sacred.
Beelzebub
When the fires spread across Loess, his mother had pointed out the black blur across the night sky and told a sleepy-eyed Beelzebub that that was his father. He stayed up all night and watched the fires chew through the kingdom from a distance. When the volcano bellowed and threw its ash and lava, the boy watched in awe until the sun finally rose across the morning horizon. Since that day, he has practiced his own fire breathing and managed small bursts of flame. The rest of it – the scales and the wings – come and go as they please without his control.
When Crybaby skitters backward from him, he feels the wings rip from his spine and flesh until they can spread wide in some instinctual threat display. He winces at the sudden pain that makes his breath catch in his throat and stumbles backward also. Beelzebub forces himself to inhale when the strange boy barks his question at him, making the dragon child narrow his eyes briefly. Glassheart never chided or admonished him, so he doesn’t take kindly to the demanding tone.
“I was minding my own business until someone stopped minding theirs,” he answers shortly as he shifts his footing, lifting his chin defiantly as his wings settle against his back. “Who is Nageera?”
His golden eyes search their surroundings as he glances around for anyone else nearby but he comes up empty handed. He hasn’t noticed, but the grass and flowers around his hooves have begun to grow taller and healthier as his agitation fuels them. Instead, his focus returns to the pink-eyed boy as he tilts his head to examine him once more.
“I’m Beelzebub and I have decided that we’re friends now.”
He gives a short nod as though approving of his own actions without waiting for a response from his new companion. How delighted he would be to learn that his new friend has a twin that Bee can also claim as his.
When Crybaby skitters backward from him, he feels the wings rip from his spine and flesh until they can spread wide in some instinctual threat display. He winces at the sudden pain that makes his breath catch in his throat and stumbles backward also. Beelzebub forces himself to inhale when the strange boy barks his question at him, making the dragon child narrow his eyes briefly. Glassheart never chided or admonished him, so he doesn’t take kindly to the demanding tone.
“I was minding my own business until someone stopped minding theirs,” he answers shortly as he shifts his footing, lifting his chin defiantly as his wings settle against his back. “Who is Nageera?”
His golden eyes search their surroundings as he glances around for anyone else nearby but he comes up empty handed. He hasn’t noticed, but the grass and flowers around his hooves have begun to grow taller and healthier as his agitation fuels them. Instead, his focus returns to the pink-eyed boy as he tilts his head to examine him once more.
“I’m Beelzebub and I have decided that we’re friends now.”
He gives a short nod as though approving of his own actions without waiting for a response from his new companion. How delighted he would be to learn that his new friend has a twin that Bee can also claim as his.
there is no burning that i did not create.
@[crybaby] he likes baby but he doesn't know how to show it.