Belial's Story

Belial/Donovan

Belial watched all of the goings on from a distance. He was fairly certain the demons knew he was there, but they didn't say anything. He felt the pull of the spells over the last few months and the curtain was certainly thinner here than in other places, all the magick was shredding the barrier between this world and the next. He sighed contentedly to himself, stealing souls or even just watching the humans be pushed beyond their limits was almost an aphrodisiac to him. He smiled, and with a little effort, melted his horrific demon form and out of it came a boy about 15, dark haired, green eyed and with an easy, closed lipped smile. His eyes, however, glinted maliciously as they surveyed the world. He watched as the boy, Matthew, open the door and frowned slightly when the human on the other side of it was so disgustingly Christian. She positively reeked of it. He drifted a little closer to the demons as they hung back and came up behind them, whispering, "So, Nezzera, Depressus, I wondered where you had gotten off to. And here I find you with a couple of sweet morsels. Disappointing. Why wouldn't you share with your old friend, Belial?" He smiled at them with his lips apart this time, showing teeth that came down to needle points.

"See the girl, Kaya, there? Practically glowing with Christ. Let me take her. You two can handle the wizard and the witch. Unless, you like the challenge. But as I see it, three of them for three of us. We win no matter how you split it." He smiled at them again, and as he looked back to the humans, his pink tongue traced along the tips of his teeth. "What do you say, friends?" Belial looked at them, then said, "Oh, Alyce and Tristian, I'm Donovan. I'll be a ghost...sibling with you two."