The Underworld, Thursday late morning (NFB)

[demonbelthazor]

After fighting (again) with Phoebe, Bel decided to deal with it the best way he knew how.

He shimmered to the Underworld. Some wiser part of him might've warned it was a stupid, dangerous idea, but that part was overwhelmed with emotion and couldn't be heard. If he was caught here, he was dead . . . or worse.

That same wiser part knew he was was being a fool in more ways than one, but he was too stubborn to back down. He'd spent all his life being controlled, and he didn't want to do that anymore. He was free now, free to do whatever he wanted. He didn't answer to anyone.

So now he stalked through the tunnels of his former home, listening and waiting. When he heard footsteps, he smiled to himself. Now he could have some fun.

This was where he belonged, after all. This was what he was. Demon. Killer.


[ooc: NFB due to distance.]

Comments

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[ooc/ic: *Feels the urge to facepalm on Bel's behalf for some reason...does so... >smack!<*]

[demonbelthazor]

[*strangles stupid stubborn testosterone-filled puppet*]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[ooc/ic: Do you know how many gray hairs you're responsible in my perfect dark hair?!?!]

[sensethevisions]

[[OOC but IC: *wibbles*]]

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC but IC: *feels vaguely, inexplicably guilty*]

[nadiathesaint]

[ooc but ic: *doesn't feel guilty. facepalms anyway*]

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

[ooc but ic: *is totally oblivious and plays with sock puppet*]