The park, Thursday night
Apr. 13th, 2006 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazorAfter Veronica's phone call, Bel started checking the route from the school to Caritas, desperately searching for Phoebe.
Halfway there, as he hurried through the park, he sensed another demon nearby. Immediately conjuring a fireball, he turned in a circle, scanning the darkness around him.
His mother's voice, cold and cutting, came from his left. "Belthazor. How I wish I'd strangled you at birth."
"I wish I'd killed you in childbirth," he shot back as his mother stepped into sight.
"Even that would be preferable to watching my spawn grow up to be a pathetic traitor," his mother sneered.
"Where's Phoebe?" Bel demanded. "If you've harmed her...."
"You'll what?" Elishevara said. "Kill me? You're welcome to try, whelp. But even if by some miracle you succeeded, then you'll never find your precious witch." She tossed the lock of Phoebe's hair at her son as proof that she had Phoebe.
Bel caught the lock of hair and knew instantly that it was truly Phoebe's. "Where is she?" he shouted.
"Safely tucked away," his mother replied. "Ready for you to come and do your duty. I gave you one chance to accept what you are, to throw off the human's attempts to shackle you, but you accepted your fate like some tamed little mouse. Now this is your last chance. You're going to kill the witch yourself."
"You can't make me do it," Bel growled.
"Then I'll kill her myself," his mother threatened. "And after her, all the pretty little girls who came to visit you while you were in jail. Then the teachers you seem to admire, like the one you were shimmering about like a fool earlier today. I will destroy every tie to humanity you have until the grief drives you insane. And then if I am feeling merciful, I will kill you as well."
"Raynor and the Source will kill you for this," Bel said.
"They will reward me for ridding them of a traitor," Elishevara said. "If they even find out. You can hardly go and tell them the truth, can you?" She shook her head, disgusted. "They thought you had some importance, some great destiny. They were wrong. Just as Raynor was wrong to allow that vampire to claim you. No wonder it's come to this. Their kind can't be trusted, either."
Elishevara gave her son one last derisive look. "You have a decision to make, Belthazor. Accept the demon in you, or die. Kill the witch, or die, and she dies anyway. Make your choice." She shimmered out of the park.
Bel stared at the spot where she had stood for a long moment, then shimmered to Caritas.
[ooc: pre-played with myself.
...dirty?]
Halfway there, as he hurried through the park, he sensed another demon nearby. Immediately conjuring a fireball, he turned in a circle, scanning the darkness around him.
His mother's voice, cold and cutting, came from his left. "Belthazor. How I wish I'd strangled you at birth."
"I wish I'd killed you in childbirth," he shot back as his mother stepped into sight.
"Even that would be preferable to watching my spawn grow up to be a pathetic traitor," his mother sneered.
"Where's Phoebe?" Bel demanded. "If you've harmed her...."
"You'll what?" Elishevara said. "Kill me? You're welcome to try, whelp. But even if by some miracle you succeeded, then you'll never find your precious witch." She tossed the lock of Phoebe's hair at her son as proof that she had Phoebe.
Bel caught the lock of hair and knew instantly that it was truly Phoebe's. "Where is she?" he shouted.
"Safely tucked away," his mother replied. "Ready for you to come and do your duty. I gave you one chance to accept what you are, to throw off the human's attempts to shackle you, but you accepted your fate like some tamed little mouse. Now this is your last chance. You're going to kill the witch yourself."
"You can't make me do it," Bel growled.
"Then I'll kill her myself," his mother threatened. "And after her, all the pretty little girls who came to visit you while you were in jail. Then the teachers you seem to admire, like the one you were shimmering about like a fool earlier today. I will destroy every tie to humanity you have until the grief drives you insane. And then if I am feeling merciful, I will kill you as well."
"Raynor and the Source will kill you for this," Bel said.
"They will reward me for ridding them of a traitor," Elishevara said. "If they even find out. You can hardly go and tell them the truth, can you?" She shook her head, disgusted. "They thought you had some importance, some great destiny. They were wrong. Just as Raynor was wrong to allow that vampire to claim you. No wonder it's come to this. Their kind can't be trusted, either."
Elishevara gave her son one last derisive look. "You have a decision to make, Belthazor. Accept the demon in you, or die. Kill the witch, or die, and she dies anyway. Make your choice." She shimmered out of the park.
Bel stared at the spot where she had stood for a long moment, then shimmered to Caritas.
[ooc: pre-played with myself.
...dirty?]
