[Anti-OTP - N./Beelzebub]

[prince_des_mers]

He is not an old man or a young one--at this point in time, he seems like himself at thirty-five. He has killed several thousands of sailors. He does not regret it.

Sometimes, though, the demons do find him.

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[prinzzofhell]

They do. And here's one, dark-eyed, well dressed, with an aura of flame that's felt more than seen.

"Hello," says Beelzebub around a cigarette.

[prince_des_mers]

In a soft, cultured, slightly accented voice, he answers. "I beg your pardon, sir, but I shall ask you to leave my ship."

[prinzzofhell]

He smirks more than smiles. "No."

[prince_des_mers]

"You are mistaken if you think I will not protect my love. She is pure. I will not allow a creature from hell to touch her. You are welcome to state your business with me, but we will do it above, and you are to stand in the sea."