Beelzemon X Novels & Stories

Belphegor said. “ Geez... I thought you were already asleep ” Beelzebub said. “ I'm half asleep ” Belphegor said lazily his voice so low like a whisper that one had to strain his ears to hear what he said. “ That day you should see how he snapped my neck just because I refused to leave his house ” Mammon said and Beelzebub laughed. “ Why didn't you leave.... you know about his anger for little things just as he almost killed Belph with his eyes just because he drank his wine ” Beelzebub said and Mammon laughed.

IBIM Bevy was crying her, her voice was cracked and her sobs filled the bathroom stall, she was in. I was in the one next to hers, with my feet hugging my knees, in the most uncomfortable position on the toilet seat. I felt bad for listening to her cry, it felt like I was stealing from her, the privacy she had wanted but there I was as she cried for reasons unknown to me.

Beelze woke up from his deep thought when Odeus snapped at him. “Shut the f@ck up! I don’t want to hear anything from you! "Odeus glared at him while exuding a dangerous aura. Beelze stood violently and thwacked roughly against the table while glaring back at him. “What the f@ck? Who the hell do you think you are to shut me up? "Beelze shouted, suddenly spewing a dark, murderous vapour from himself that caused the pillar's garments and hair to flip up. Thunderclaps could be heard outside at the same moment.

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.

Suddenly my phone rang and it's my boss. "Yes, Mr. Han." "Beverly, we have an appointment tomorrow at 9 in the morning. We're going to have breakfast with the boss of AA company. Me, you and Sean." "Where will the appointment be?" "Morning Glory cafe at 9 sharp. I don't want you to be late, okay?" He said. "Yes sir." "Apparently Mr. Dante will be the one who takes over the job, I'm glad that he will take over because Peter boy is damn annoying." My body froze hearing it and I turned to Becca in horror. She looked at me raising her eyebrows completely no idea why.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

I retorted, struggling to maintain an air of nonchalance. "However, not every serial killer sets their sights on women," he interjected, his fingers tracing his chin in thought. "Jeffery Dahmer killed only men." "It's the enticement of the unknown, wouldn't you say?" The realization of my own words struck me then, like the pieces of an intricate puzzle aligning perfectly. The insatiable rage of killers like Ted Bundy echoed in the minds of many other serial killers. An icy shiver ran down my back. "Have you ever been an eyewitness to a killing, or beheld death firsthand?"

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

When it was mid afternoon, Bethel stopped working in her fashion workshop. She packaged the dresses she was done with for the dispatch riders to deliver before leaving to go pick Angel from school. "Hi, It's time to go pick Angel" she told Xavier, the driver. Xavier smiled before nodding at Bethel,he got carried away by her look at first. "Hey are you here?" Bethel snapped. "I get carried away each time I see a pretty lady" he retorts as he got the car ready.

Kelvin, on the other hand, eyed me strangely, his gaze immediately shifting to Beelzebub. "What are you doing with this monster?" he spat, his voice filled with anger. "He was the one who put us inside the demon's lair," he continued, his hair standing on end, and his fists clenched. "Will you just calm down, or I'll finish what I started," Beelzebub roared in response. Gold shot Beelzebub a death glare, as if he were ready to attack him at any moment. "This is not the time to fight, guys. I'm glad you're all alive," I said, walking up to Kelvin, but he stepped back, avoiding me.