Belphegor

Congratulations on the win Asgard.

I am of course being sarcastic.

[Private to Ryuuzaki.]

Enjoying your victory?

It's a beautiful day isn't it? I think I'll take the time to relax.

[Filtered to Niflheim]

Anyone else have any ideas for harming Asgard?


[Filtered to Asgard]

How are you feeling, darlings?

I have the water.

[The screen shows Belphegor running down the halls of Niflheim, then outside. Outside however, everything is a strange translucent glow of orange, pink, and purple. To the far right one can see what looks like a trial going going on. Sitting on a throne is a faceless man, and on each side of Him are eight angels. Those with a keen eye will recognize the Archangel Gabriel as one of them.

Belphegor stops.]


Where is Eidoniel?

She is hiding, but we shall find her. She will face her judgment, she shall be brought to you, O'LORD


[Belphegor takes off running again, this time there are at least four other warrior like angels after her.]

GET AWAY YOU PSYCHOS! I do NOT WISH TO BE PURIFIED!

IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO WEAK! IS IT MY FAULT THAT DISGUSTING RAPIST HAD TO DIE? IS THAT NOT JUSTICE? I DEALT HIM A QUICK BLOW!!

So what if thousands of people had to die?! You read HIS Book! Read how many people HIS chosen ones slaughtered, and they call me evil?

[She collapses in a fit of rage near a lake. Soon the entire lake has transformed into blood.]

[Sitting in a large armchair, and wearing a pink silk robe is Belphegor. In her lap is a huge book, and she appears to be reading it. On the table next to her is a glass of wine. Belphegor takes a sip from the glass, and begins to speak. Her tone of voice sounds hazy, and possibly bored.]

Good evening fine people of Niflheim, and fine creatures of Asgard; I am Belle Montague, and welcome to 'The Smut Hour'. On this week's show we'll be reading a fine selection of stories. Our first story is called, "Belphegor Prefers the Gunslinger"

"Oh come and see, oh come and see the man that shall be your husband," said the girl called Zoe.

"He is handsome, he is smart, and he will take most excellent care of you," answered the man named Rufus.

"No, I do not want him! My heart belongs to the gunslinger! How I adore him! How I desire him! He shall be my husband, and I his wife!"

"But the gunslinger is young! The gunslinger is not for you!"

"The gunslinger also does unsavory things to the sheep" the one known as Rufus replied.

Belphegor was distraught, the demon was distraught! How she longed for the gunslinger, but never could she have him. She pined! She pined! Then came a knocking, a knocking on the door.

"The gunslinger, you are here! You are here for me!" she cried out with joy.

"Aye that I am sai, I come to take you from this place and marry you, bla bla something something Gilead."

"Do not marry him, do not marry him; I am the one whose heart shall belong. I shall care for you," said the white shirt man.

"I can give her security"

"I can give her peace of mind"

"I can feed her"

"I can keep her filled"

"I can lie with her, and fulfill her sexual needs"

"I can do that, and keep her satisfied for life"

"Oh but I prefer the gunslinger, the gunslinger!" Bel cried out.


The next night, Lucifer came to Bel's room, "Marry the white shirt man, but reveal nothing; or else I will kill you."

"Very well, so now may we fuck? I will do whatever, so that we may fuck."


And the next night Bel and the Whiteshirt man were married.



[Bel looks at the camera, and smiles.]

And now, we come to part two; in which Bel and the Whiteshirt man bed each other.

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"Now we are in bed, and now we are in bed. Your skin is like ivory, your skin is like silk. Your breath is like a gentle breeze which causes your hills to rise and fall. Your hair like the fire is like the softest silk. How I long to caress it and you"

"Oh my darling Ikazuyr, you are like a warrior! Bold and strong! and I am the city waiting to be conquered! So conquer me my darling Ikazuyr! Conquer me with your sword! Conquer me with your rod!"

"I will conquer you with my sword, I shall conquer you with my rod."

"I shall open my gates,"

"I shall enter in through your gates."

"You are conquering me! You are conquering me!"

Belle stops there, and looks at the camera. She takes another sip of wine, and sighs.

It is nice to see that the smut today is just as bad as it was aeons ago.

[She goes to shut off the video camera]

Similar to Jazz, I too find myself wanting to play a bit of a game. No quotes here, just puzzles

01. A headless man had a letter to write; It was read by a man who had lost his sight. The dumb repeated it word for word; And deaf was he who listened and heard.

02. When the hunt is over, and the dead lie still, who is there to soak up the blood?

03. I am ascended above the stars, but dwell in lower darkness. I am a king, but have a master. I am everywhere in the world, but I am chained to one place. Who am I?

04. The consumption of blood is an abomination unto God, but one being is not only allowed to drink it, but has consumed the blood of every single dead person. Who is she?

All of this racket going on feels like a thousand exploding suns going off in my head. Sleeping is now like laying down in a bed of explosions, and being covered by the screaming of the tormented, and the earplugs are made of piercing shrieks!

[Trope = "Talks Like a Simile"]

( Semi-disturbing image behind the cut )

[Filtered to Lucifer]

May I have a moment of your time to ask something?

( Filtered to Rufus )

( Filtered to Rufus )


[Niflheim]

Some people just don't know when to keep their traps shut, do they?


( Filtered to Zoe )



This is a most wonderful feeling to have!

I just love Peter Binsfield, he was such a hilarious man; and his little book about demons was also very cute.

Filtered to Niflheim

There's a book in the library that I wanted to look at. If anyone would retrieve it for me, I would very much make it worth your while.

( Private//Unhackable )

( Filtered to Rufus )

( Private//Unreadable )

[Filtered to Niflheim]

I've been thinking about something.

[End Filter]

( Filtered to L )

Amazing how this strange realm can force me to act how I did 7,993 years ago. It almost makes me want to laugh.

...Does anyone else miss those days?

( Private to herself/Not Hackable/readable )


( Private to Tohru )


( Private to L )

DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!

GABRIEL!!, MELEKIEL?? SAMMY??

WHERE ARE YOU GUYS??! COME ON, THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!


...this is not my room either, and this certainly is NOT Heaven.

Dad? Are you doing something with Heaven?

...where is everyone?


[ooc: Is seven years old, but as the angels don't have a child form...well, she's still very child like.]

I think this day is kind of amusing, but not so amusing that it's fully entertaining. Anyway, I don't have very much to hide.

What is it that you people do for the approaching unholy-day? Quite a few of you from different places, and I can't believe that every place would treat this holiday as a time to get candy.

( Private not hackable )

Well, THAT was very interesting yesterday. Shame that I never really had a brother growing up.

To Niflheim

We should do that again sometime, yes?


To Asgard minus Ryuzaki

One of your members, Ryuzaki, appears to have a very strong voyeuristic problem. If I see him again with his camera, I will not hesitate to attack, and that goes for anyone of you who decides to take my picture.

You have been warned.

( Private, very hard to hack, and hard to decipher )

[Niflheim]

God is quite odd. He allows an idiot, and a voyeuristic pervert on Asgard's side. But, why am I shocked? Children of clay have always had their faults. They cannot be blamed for being created inferior to the children of fire.