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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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[apocryphalwords]

Beelzebub had been leaning against the lobby wall, enjoying a lack of noise that left his ears ringing pleasantly, eyes closed and head tilted back, arms crossed. Languid, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and yawned discreetly. Bored.

A curious ripple moved across his senses, a blackness, an indescribable negativity where there should have been nothing. It was tall, but not wide, and vaguely bipedal-shaped to his supernatural senses.

He opened one green eye, noting the lithe female figure, head down and mind obviously elsewhere from her expression, and grinned ferally. A succubus in the Manor? And one without an attachment to Hell?

How queer.

Beelzebub licked his lips and fell in behind her, waiting to see if she would realize he was here.

[chantinellie]

She'd gone a few steps more before the slight prickly sensation at the back of her neck made Ellie aware of the Crown's presence.

Faltering in her stride as her awareness snapped back to the here and now, she cursed silently, unable to identify the powerful aura of the person following her. But it rang distinctly of the infernal, and as such, it most certainly wasn't Belial, which narrowed the possibilities to a discouraging few.

Hurriedly assessing her options, she decided there were marginally more possibilities to be found toward the western end of the lobby than the other, and came to a halt just past the desk, slowly turning to face her silent pursuer.

And wished devoutly that she hadn't.

Beelzebub. Oh, fuck me...

[apocryphalwords]

"Hello, pretty," Beelzebub purred. "I haven't seen a succubus in six hundred years, this is such a treat." He stepped to her left and circled around once, looking her up and down.

"Why have you strayed so far from your garden, hmm? And what, pray tell, are you doing without an infernal aura. That could be very unhealthy for you."

Beelzebub, as a rule, did not like physical confrontations, but there was little he could do against the charms of a succubus if she so decided to turn her wiles his way, he knew. But she was severed from Hell, and would make a charming prize on his list of accomplishments for Lucifer; Belial could rot, for all he cared, but if these free demons kept popping up everywhere, then Lucifer would have a problem.

This was, by far, the most interesting thing that had happened at the Manor since his arrival.

[chantinellie]

Never let them see you sweat... Ellie lifted her chin and stood ramrod straight, doing her best to appear disdainful and unconcerned, though she feared she would only succeed in looking petrified

[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?"

[chantinellie]

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...

[apocryphalwords]

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.

[lordofthesouth]

Belial gave a chuckle, not unsimilar to a purr, rose from his throat in response to Ellie's request. It wasn't one he hadn't heard before, and was certainly delicious.

His hands worked without much guidance from his mind, moving phials of amber and claret liqours about in the cooling unit beneath the counter, retrieving several of the appropriate bottles.

"Single or would you like to take two at a time?" he asked, a hint of eroticism lacing his tone, hand resting on the square top of the Irish cream. It was fun, to be able to play this way with someone who could understand his humor. Lucifer had made him, and though the leash was broken, the darkness waned, he was still what he was, and so was Ellie.

[chantinellie]

"Darling, I've been known to find two inadequate. But that will suffice for now." Ellie smiled slyly. She had been frightened of Belial before she'd met him outside the perilous environment of Hell, but his name was whispered among the succubae like nothing so much as the name of the high school football captain among teenage girls, only with an undercurrent of fear and a lasciviousness to which few cheerleaders ever aspired. It was truly a pity he'd attached himself so tenaciously to the Snob (who could not possibly fathom how he would be envied and held in awe by Ellie's sisters, had they known.) "No skimping on the whipped cream, please. It's my favorite part."

[lordofthesouth]

Belial had never found it particularly difficult to chat with females of any sort, and sexual innuendo was definitely in his ballpark. Not that he had ever had much time to practice with anyone for the past few centuries. There had been Rubicante--and a flashier incubus he couldn't have imagined--but that affair was short-lived and never amounted to anything more than the other demon having a passing interest in his silk drapery and hard liquor collection. And Rubicante had hardly had the proper implements of a female, either.

He pushed the drink across the counter, sans her favorite part, and leaned in, all dark charm and silent grace.

Hand out, he proffered the whipped cream in a line on his finger.

[chantinellie]

Well, never let it be said that Crowley was the only demon around here who could do interesting things with his tongue...

Ellie picked up the drink and took an appreciative sip, then set down the shotglass and leaned forward, lapping up the sweet stuff in one slow, delicate swipe with the tip of her tongue...apart from a small bit she deliberately missed and went back for a moment later, catching hold of Belial's hand as she closed her lips around his fingertip and carefully, deliberately sucked away the last remaining traces, her eyes half-lidded and meeting his the entire time.