OOC: I here by decree the Devil's Dream In Character thread OPEN!!! Nyahahahahahah!!
A cold wind blew through the humans’ city. Fall had long since arrived, and was not receding into the cold grasp of winter. Grey storm clouds, and icy chills were becoming common place, and none would be surprised but the foretold coming of snow. The city too seemed colder, darker, lessened in some way by the harsh chill of the season.
The night of spirits, All Hollows Eve, had come and gone. The longest darkest night of the year as well, nothing outwardly appeared to have summoned the coming celestial storm. Humans’ lives continued in their blissful ignorance, as they twittered about along their short, pointless lives.
But this time, the night of spirits had left something behind. The darkest dark of the year, had left a stain behind, hidden, sunken, seeping into the minds and lives of ever mortal in the city. Some could feel it, those cursed Degreys were already on edge.
It was him.
It was the Prince of Perdition, the Unholy Hand of the Damned, the Devil’s Lieutenant, Beelzebub, the Prince of Hell, and Lord of Flies, had risen from the pit, and walked the earth, his black soul a dark stain upon the world.
It was a simple matter really. The seal had grown weak indeed, it was waning, waiting to be broken, all it needed was someone to deliver the final blow, and it would shatter apart.
That was why Beelzebub was born into the mortal world again. That is why he stood atop Swartz Tower, masked in the guise of Adam Swartz. To all human servants of the large law firm, the prince was nothing more than the bastard son of their founder. To their founder, and several of his partners, he was the reason for their success, the holder of their Deals. He’d given them a good one really. Wealth fame and power, and all they had to do was provide for him.
And provide they did. Three floors of the large black tower were his to do with as he pleased. Renovations were already underway. The top three were his, now the Tower wasn’t the tallest in the city, but it was damn close. The first three of the Prince’s floors was being remade, renovated from a cooperate office, to more of a conference room, four small offices being refurbished into guest chambers, and the whole floor being redone in a bit of a darker shade.
The second of his three floors was… more eccentric, a bed chamber, despite the fact that its denizen never seemed to sleep. A large black wood bed with lavish crimson red silk sheets, a few matching furnishing, simply for show, the Prince didn’t need them, but having a bedroom in the office building would become useful in future explanations. The only thing out of the ordinary, aside from having a floor dedicated to one kid’s bedroom in a cooperate law firm building, was that the feeds from all the security cameras feed into a series of monitors on this floor.
It was the third floor that humans weren’t to see. It was this reason why he’d had his security system separate from the building’s. Cold concrete floors and walls, chains and cages, empty and vacant at current, but not intended to stay that way decorated the walls, and something in the shadows seemed to watch you. Intended to eventually house both prisoner and pet, this was Beelzebub’s floor, not Adam’s.
It was also the roof that belonged to the Devil Prince, though perhaps a different part of him. A rose garden, a half dozen red thorny bushes dotted the edges, just against the light railing, and rooted next to a rich green customized grass, such that it would’ve been cheaper to carpet the roof, and replace it once a month for several years. A small cobble path lead away from the bunker like stairs that lead down into the building, a half step up, and a large concrete expanse was on your left, on your right a small juvenile apple tree. Too young to bear fruit, at least until the coming spring… Atop the stone expanse rested a smooth black piano, draped over by some black waterproofing sheet and not yet touched.
Another step up and you stood beside the devil prince himself. Looking down upon those that scurried beneath him, standing beside a fountain, not yet running, it held nine beautiful circles, stair stepping down, until the final one’s left side opened up into a large but shallow pond, also dry at the moment.
Beelzebub stood, human for what that mattered, grimacing down at the people dotting the street below. “Worthless humans…” He practically spat the words from his mouth, lightly following this dot or that one with his eyes. “I haven’t even touched them yet, and their still…” He couldn’t find the word for it. These humans, they were given everything, they were given choices, and time and time again they chose to be cruel to another.
Beelzebub didn’t blame angels for hating him or his kind. He hated them back after all. It was in them, part of what they were, an angel hated demons, and demons hated angels. It was how it was, it was what
they were. None of them could help it.
“But humans…” He hissed a little under his breath. Humans were given a choice, they didn’t have to hate their brothers, and they did anyway.
It was too easy to corrupt them. None of them gave any real resistance.
Sure there were those that hated demons, hunted them even, but never was it because they were demons, or because the humans desired to do god’s work. It was because of
Vengence, never
Virtue, never
Honor.
“These humans today. None of them knows anything about…” His mouth curled up at even the thought of speaking the word. “Purity.” And then a slow, careful, deliberate smirk spread across his face. “Someone should show them what wickedness is.” He raised a slightly hand to his lips, casting off his human shape and letting his horns slowly rise from between his hairs, his eyes flicker into life, and his claws slowly extend from his nails. He took a light lick of his claws. “Who better to show them? Than the prince of wicked…” He grinned a little, and cast his eyes out across the sunrise.
Angels would be arriving shortly. He could feel it, even with the Eternal Night, his presence in this city couldn’t go unnoticed. He’d tipped the scales. And whether or not the angelic force knew he was here, they could be drawn, compelled to right the scale, even without knowing it. “All things in balance.” He hissed a little, and slowly began contemplating his first move.