Beelzebub Romane & Geschichten

It was humming as if waiting for me to claim it. Lucan reached into the bag again and pulled out a sphere of molten gold light. “And this,” he said, “is a Sunball. It holds the essence of the sun itself. It can only be used once, but it’s powerful enough to erase even an Apex Lord in a heartbeat.” The soft yellow glow reflected in his dark eyes, fierce and terrible. He shook his head as he turned toward me. “You don’t need it now.” But before he could put it away, I snatched it from his hand. “I’ll take it.”

I didn't understand how anyone could live like this. I had spent more than half of my life living in a basement, so I should have been accustomed to darkness by now. But even I knew I couldn't survive for long in a place where there was barely any light. The Beast started walking toward me. I instinctively remained where I was, watching him approach. “This has absolutely nothing to do with the money,” he said. “Whatever you choose to do with it is none of my concern. That money was given to you as compensation for what happened between us that night.”

In English, the paragraph roughly translated too: 'Ions ago, a prophecy was written. A prophecy that would be the downfall of the three realms. Heaven, The realm of mortals, and Hell. The prophecy was known by very few immortal beings, an Angel by the name of Hebron saw the fate of a young boy who had not even been born yet. Hebron, along with his many other talents, was a seer. He could see what others couldn't through visions. A gift that was bestowed upon him when he was created. The Creator used this gift to benefit the realms, however, the gift couldn't assist with seeing Lucifer's rebellion before it took place.

I said, pushing my nerves down and facing the rulers who seemed amused as they raised a brow. “Interesting.” A red haired male said, Asmodeus as I later on learned, said and walked towards me with a grace of a panther—he’s incredible charismatic and… well… erotic. “What is this commotion about?” Beelzebub walked into the room and I distinctly remember his laying his eyes on mine and I could feel something off about him. “Leviathan bought someone living in mortal realm.” Mammon said and leaned back on his chair while the others just watched Beelzebub grabbed my chin and inspecting me like how a buyer would.

BEELZEBUB : I see you have not lost any of your strength and speed after all these years brother, you are still as agile as ever RAPHAEL : Do not try to flatter me, you could never measure up to me even when you were still serving the father do you think you have a chance now all because you carry the profane title of demon prince amongst your fellow despondent folks BEELZEBUB : You make too much of yourself, brother RAPHAEL : I’ll say this once, don’t call me brother again, no brother of mine would do what you have done so don’t you dare call me brother again BEELZEBUB : Tch, It is true that you

My tone is pleading with him to leave peacefully. He seems to sense my desperation because he flashes an evil grin, one that suggests that he's not going anywhere, not without a fight that is. "Why? Don't you want me to say hi to the human?" "James." I warn. "I'm sure he would like me. I know I would, I can smell him and it's been a long day, I think u need to entertain myself." My eyes widen as realisation hits me. Sky is bleeding and I remember Amelia saying something about demons feeding on humans just for the sake of it, oh no!

and I lean on my seat and hand him my calling card. “Good to see you again honey, I hope you’ll enjoy your travel.” And he started or rather pretend to read the book that he took off from his side. “What should I call you then?” to interrupt him “You are too young to forget, Didn’t I told you that I love to be called as Z? As in Zombie,” trying to hide his laughter. “When did…” before I finish my word he squeeze my hand and smile.

Without the presence of the headmaster, the only neutral zone among the three worlds where the students from different races could mingle without killing each other “DAMN YOU, LUCIFER!” Grand Duke Beelzebub the glutton screamed his lungs out as he charged once again to the magic-infused prison cell’s bars surrounding him like a caged beast. His voice boomed in the abyss of darkness, shaking the stale air surrounding him, surrounding them.

“What is done? Because it seems I've had the woeful misfortune of interrupting something... unpalatable.” “Everything, my brother.” He crooked his head to the left, fondling me. I squeaked. “What is a sinner's ransom, Baal?” “Redemption,” Beelzebub replied. He checked his Rolex, patience thin. “You missed the lunch with the Undead Alliance and the state dinner for the Tricksters Discooperative.” “Pests. All pests. But I am the biggest leech of all. Isn't that right, my lemming?”

I watched helplessly as the figure moved closer to me—Ria’s older sister, BB. Everyone called her by her initials, short for Belinda Baker. While there were certain physical differences between the two of them, such as Ria having been much taller and more fit, and BB choosing to straighten her hair while Ria had always embraced her lion’s mane of curls, their faces were very similar. Looking at BB now, I was forced to confront a ghost that, to this day, haunted me almost every waking moment, and the sleeping ones as well. I nodded at BB, not sure I could trust myself to speak without breaking apart, a stabbing pain in my chest, certain my lungs might collapse.