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[chantinellie]

Date: June 20, 2000
Setting: Lobby, Bar
Status: Semi-private (Ellie, Beelzebub, Belial)
Summary: One of Ellie's worst fears is realized, but help is at hand.

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[lordofthesouth]

Belial had heard the voices out in the lobby briefly as he passed from one side of the barroom to the other, the muffled sound of normal conversation that echoed slightly in the lobby's hollow openness. Unworried, he had gone about tidying up after himself, catching dust as it stubbornly collected on the counters. Fucking dust.

He stopped abruptly when he heard Beelzebub's voice distinctly, raised, irate. And then Ellie retorted with an edge of violence in her tone. His rag fell to the floor and he moved towards the doorway swift as a flickering shadow, eyes impossibly dark with fear and a touch of anger.

Ellie looked ready to fight, claws out, eyes burning terribly, and Beelzebub was herding her, prodding her with sharp comments. Bullying because he knew she was weaker.

Belial darted between them before either could notice him and pushed back against Ellie, keeping himself between her and Beelzebub. "What do you think you're doing to her, you fuckwit?"

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Caught by surprise, Ellie froze for a second, unsure what to do. In her very long existence, nobody--not once--had ever charged to her rescue before.

The part of her that remembered her Infernal origins was spoiling for a fight. It wanted to boil to the surface, shove Belial out of the way and tear into Beelzebub, rip up that sneering too-pretty face and hang the consequences.

She fought it down, drawing deep breaths and letting them out slowly, leaning into Belial's reassuringly solid back to steady herself and silently express her gratitude as her claws slowly retracted. Steady, steady...let him deal with the son of a bitch...

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Beelzebub halted all motion abruptly, his face draining of what little color the porcelain skin held. He bit his lip, the only thing that betrayed him as being less than a lifeless statue.

The expression on Belial's face made him shake inside, fearful. Stupid, manipulative bastard, always coming in and ruining his fun. Beelzebub took a step back and narrowed his eyes. "Can't you ever leave me to play?" he said, voice unwaveringly arrogant.

[lordofthesouth]

Belial reached one arm back and rested it on Ellie's side, reassuring. "You don't play with us here. Don't fuck with my friends."

He turned and swung Ellie into his arms for safekeeping, askance from Beelzebub so he could watch the demon. Belial had no love for that slimy git, nor did he care what happened to him. He would fight, if he must, but he didn't want to drag Adam into this, or bring down Lucifer's wrath if he ever stepped a foot outside the Manor. Beelzebub was always watching, but what Beelzebub didn't know was that Belial had always watched him. "Are you well, Ellie?" he murmured softly, not letting his eyes waver from Beelzebub.

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If anyone had told Ellie just a few months prior that a former Crown of Satan would one day swoop in and play the gallant knight on her behalf--versus another Crown of Satan, yet--she would have called them delusional. Sometimes it was extremely satisfying to be wrong.

Lopping her arms with pointed familiarity around Belial's neck, she glared at Beelzebub with undisguised venom as she replied, "Quite well, thank you. I regretfully seem to have misplaced my flyswatter."

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"You little bitch," Beelzebub hissed, flushing. He hated, hate hate hated, when someone made references to his ridiculous religious moniker. Fisting his hands in his shirt, he imagined squeezing both their heads until they popped like little bubbles.

And it was all fine and good that Belial would come to this little tramp's rescue. Beelzebub knew that the dark-eyed demon had always had a thing about rescuing damsels in distress and doing what was right. It had always put him off, even without Belial's abrasively physical manner of existing.

[chantinellie]

Oh dear. It was childish as well as unwise, Ellie knew, but she just couldn't help it; after millennia of being forced to pretend deference to Beelzebub and his ilk, and years spent hiding from them, the opportunity to taunt the rat bastard as he had taunted her was simply too tempting to pass up.

"Bzzzzt," she answered mockingly. "Belial, dear, let's go find someplace more pleasant to catch up on things, shall we? This room seems to have developed a pest problem."

[lordofthesouth]

Belial's muffled laughter squeezed out between his tight-pressed lips, despite his best efforts. He pressed a hand firmly to the small of Ellie's back and steered her towards the bar; however amusing it was to him, neither of them could afford to run afoul of Beelzebub and the influence he carried in Hell if they were to encounter him outside of Adam's protection.

Ignoring Beelzebub, he said, "How have you been, darling? I haven't seen you in ages."

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"I suppose I can't complain," Ellie said, tempted for a moment to spill everything that had been worrying her to the former Crown. There was no question he was in a better position than just about anyone to light a fire under Gabriel. But that really wouldn't be fair. "I feel like I'm in a bit of a holding pattern. It's good to have a safe haven--well, mostly safe," she amended with a disgruntled glance back in the direction of the lobby, "but sometimes I almost wonder if I wasn't better off staying under the radar on my own. The place gets to feeling almost a prison sometimes."

Of course, she had no one but herself to blame for that. Unlike many of the Manor residents, she was here entirely by her own choice, not by Adam's summons. Just her bad luck that everyone she cared about in the slightest happened to be here too.

[lordofthesouth]

"Don't worry about him," Belial said, comfortingly, but with a deadly edge in his voice. "I won't let him trouble you."

He looked down at Ellie, expression tender and sympathetic. "I know how you feel. Sometimes I stand outside, on the Manor lawn at night and look at all the stars, and know that if I take too many more steps towards the trees, or the road, or anywhere else, I might get snatched up."

There were things that Ellie wasn't telling him, he was sure, but he wouldn't push his luck with her. If she told him, it would be in her own time.

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Ellie took his hand and squeezed. Long since severed from the Presence, and now cut loose from Hell's influence as they were, she and Belial were the only members to date of a very exclusive club, and none of the other Manor residents were really in a position to understand. She had asked Aziraphale once what they were--something new, or nothing at all--and though he had given the appropriate comforting response, there were times when she still wasn't sure.

"Still, better captive here by own own will than playing free at the end of Hell's leash."

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Beelzebub, for a moment, stared at them blankly as they walked away from him. His cheeks reddened and his ire grew; shunned, mocked, and now ignored, he clenched his fists and stalked after them with a leperous smile.

How dare they brush him off like that? Belial was always getting his way, always doing what he wanted, and Beelzebub had done nothing about it, tired and angry and fiercely jealous as he was. Belial was Lucifer's little lap dog, albeit an unwilling one, but a lap dog all the same.

His hand touched Belial's shoulder, and he felt a shock of sensation that he was unaccustomed to feeling--the feeling of warm flesh beneath his fingers--and he made himself grip, tugging Belial around to face him.

[lordofthesouth]

"At least here we're sa--"

Belial's jaw snapped shut as Beelzebub yanked him around, and he used his momentum and anger to snatch Beelzebub, one hand on his wrist and the other on his hip, and shove him up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked flatly, digging his nails into Beelzebub's thin wrist.

Belial leaned in and exhaled softly on the demon's cheek, making him turn his head to one side. Still submissive as ever, and terrified of being touched.

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Ellie spun around and watched wide-eyed as Belial put Beelzebub up against the wall and intentionally breached his closely-guarded personal space.

Under other circumstances, with other beings, she might have found such a sight provocative. With these two, though, it was just frightening. Too much power, too much repressed violence, and the physical absence of the third party in their perverse little triangle in no way diminished the shadow he cast over the tableau.

"Don't push your luck, Beelzebub," she said, echoing Belial's tone. "I can't speak for Belial, but exile from the Manor is a price I might just pay to see the Morningstar deprived of another Crown."

It was a lie, of course, but the underlying sentiment was genuine, if the implied threat wasn't.

[apocryphalwords]

A cold feeling of despair bubbled over his anger, over his hatred for Belial, and terror seized at his consciousness. He felt dizzy, half hating, half wanting Belial's closeness for the sheer strangeness of it. Beelzebub was afraid of his own desires, afraid to let himself open, let himself falter and be vulnerable.

And in this, he made himself more vulnerable than accepting his desires ever could. "Stop," he gasped, wriggling back against the wall; there was nowhere to go with Belial's sheer, anger-fed strength holding him prisoner. It was so easy to forget how powerful they were, masked by these weak bodies, so easy to forget the locomoting force behind it all. The hard wall behind him would give before Belial did.

[lordofthesouth]

"No," Belial said, pressing his full weight against Beelzebub, until Beelzebub was hard up against the wall, and he against Beelzebub. The demon was a bit slighter than he, inches shorter, and more bone than taut muscle, and fit well up against him. It was easier, that way, to play this sort of game with Beelzebub's head.

"I won't leave you alone, especially if you ever touch me again. You might as well go crying to Lucifer if you ever, ever lay a hand on any of my friends," he said, speaking beneath his breath, directly into Beelzebub's ear. "You don't want what I'll do to you if I ever catch you."

His hand slid between them, the back of his wrist brushing lightly between Beelzebub's legs, gentle and sensual, but also a threat that Beelzebub would do well to take seriously. Belial had no stomach for nonconsensual activities, and would never attempt anything but warnings in the Manor, but he was willing to do enough to frighten Beelzebub off.