Time: May 15th, 2001
Status: Private (Adam and Beelzebub)
Setting: Downstairs lounge
Summary: Adam plays with a Crown?
The light seemed to hurt his eyes since he'd returned to this demesne, and Beelzebub sought out the deepest, darkest corners, lurking like some nightmare marring the boy's dream house. For now, this meant the basement, where he
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He knew of the demon's drama, of course, and felt a smattering of pity for his unenviable situation. Adam thought his father's incredible pride would be far more likely to lose him a second important follower than it would be to regain the first, but as it worked in his own favour, he let it be. It was difficult not only for Beelzebub and Belial - no love lost there, indeed - but also for Gabriel and Crowley who'd been caught up in the mess as well. Still, with all that, Loki's illness, Sphinx's legal problems, Kit's burgeoning awareness, Wensley meeting his counterpart, whatever Berith and Raguel were doing, Ellie and Aziraphale's travels in Egypt, and everyone else's concerns, the boy was tired. Consciously shutting out most of his mind apart from that which would warn him of dire emergencies, he sought peace and solitude in the depths of the Manor.
Unfortunately, what he actually found was a Crown of Hell lounging casually, almost erotically, with a dark, effortless grace that Adam would be embarrassed to even try. For the first time in his life he began to think about the tactile properties of a pool table and sighed.
"Hallo, Beelzebub. 's nice to see you again." How did the demon always manage to find him when his defenses were low?
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A smile played across the demon's lips until he remembered, with sudden and painful clarity, how foolish he had felt the last time the two of them had spoken; his smile faltered, sharpened into a grimace, and then whithered away altogether. "Daddy's little boy has learned his manners," he murmured, steel edges beneath the soft comment. "And what brings you here, little Antichrist?"
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"An' I was lookin' for someplace quiet. Guess you were, too, so I'll leave you to it." With an odd, opaque look, Adam turned to go.
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He wondered if Adam knew where he'd been, if he could sense Lucifer's scent on him, fire and brimstone, the way the boy smelled young and fresh, like a new rain. He wondered how decadent and soiled that golden face could become in Hell.
His fingers wandered across the felt until he found one of the loose pool balls that he shared the table with. He toyed with it idly, his eyes ever on the boy. "Stay and play, if you like."
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"John tried to teach me once. I wasn't real good at gettin' the balls in the holes..." The boy knew exactly how that sounded, yet he continued. Looking weak was not an option. "Besides, it'd be rude of me to ask you to get out of bed."
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He shifted, sliding from the table with a cautious agility, a mere pantomime of true grace. Adam's move.
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Adam moved right into Beelzebub's personal space without quite touching the pale skin. "What else would you do if your master's son wished it...?" he asked, voice low, and clear grey eyes earnest and curiously seeking with a purely human power.
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But he was a Crown; Lucifer could humiliate him, could send him scrabbling after another demon, as though he existed only to clean up Belial's careless messes. But this - this child had given up the right to make him cringe so. To make him tremble like a fool at words ripe with suggestion.
He turned, a smooth movement that both put space between them and broke the contact of their gazes. Lazily, he called to the pool balls strayed around the edges of the green felt, so that they all rolled obediently into formation without the help of the triangular rack.
"In some world, sometime, almost anything, little Antichrist," he replied, his voice husky but not without consonance. "But you forsook that world years ago, didn't you?"
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There was no obvious gathering of power. Perhaps that was what was so strange about it. It was as if he hadn't had to use any at all. Yet the earthquake was suddenly there, building in intensity as if it always had been. As if it radiated from the young man.
England hasn't had a major earthquake since 1858 and never inland.
The walls shook and dust rained down, the cues fell out of their rack, the table crawled across the bucking floor, but Adam simply stood his ground.
Always and ultimately his own ground
And watched. And waited. And eventually, the carefully arranged balls rolled across the table and sank into the pockets, three to each corner and two in the sides. The quake subsided as quickly as it began and Adam looked at Beelzebub.
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And yet, when each ball made its way obediently into one pocket or another, Beelzebub found he could do nothing but laugh. He laughed, a feral and broken sound that did not echo, but died in shadows in all corners of the room. He laughed, and looked up at Lucifer's son.
"Just a little reminder of what you are, Adam?" he asked. The name felt heavy on his tongue. "Perhaps you have not broken with your true self so far as I had thought..."
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"An' what do you know of my 'true self'? I'm not what Lucifer wanted me to be, but neither is Belial and neither are you."
He moved closer again, but not intrusively, and the boy's voice was low when he spoke again. "I dun't really care what he wants. It don't mean anythin' to me. I care a lot more 'bout what you want."
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Beelzebub felt as though the boy had just pulled him up short on his leash, forced him to heel; he felt choked, and it was a familiar position.
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Talking to Beelzebub was a bit like training Dog. Sometimes you pulled up short on the leash, but sometimes - sometimes - you let it go.
"That's sorta the point. There's already too many people tellin' you what you want. You got their wants all mixed up with yours. I wanna know what you want all by yourself."
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He doubted very much that this golden youth before him - Antichrist or no - understood quite how much he sounded like Lucifer.
"A pretty speech, Adam," the Crown remarked quietly. "And is this how you have brought these others to you? Talk of free will and breaking bonds grown old?" Bringing them all to a place that Adam had created. How like his father, indeed.
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"I'm not here to make speeches. I believe in talkin' plain. I didn't make the Manor, though I won't say it's not useful, but no one's here who dun't wanna be for their own reasons. I know you don't trust me, an' that's okay, but I want you to know somethin'," Adam leaned in and briefly pressed his lips to the demon's strawberry flavoured ones. His voice, so close to Beelzebub's ear, fell to a whisper.
"I trust you."
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Power seized him somewhere under his rib cage. The boy was too innocent, too pure to knowingly compel him, but the force of it was intoxicating nonetheless. Adam could own Beelzebub, could have him as his pet just as that foolish Belial had been to Lucifer for centuries; it would just take a thought from the boy...
He started as Adam whispered, galvanized by the words, and stepped to one side, away from the startlingly angelic face. "Trust?" he felt himself asking. He'd trusted before, and it had condemned him. So why did this boy's confession make him shudder?
"Trust," he said, "is worthless currency in Hell." And before his instincts could draw him back, Beelzebub left the room.
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