demonbelthazor | Halls of Fandom High, Friday Night

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Halls of Fandom High, Friday Night

Bel wandered aimlessly through the halls, avoiding...everyone. Phoebe wanted her grandmother and oldest sister to meet him this weekend, and he still wasn't so sure about that. And he really didn't want to see all the happy reunions of parents and children that other people were having. Jealousy, he knew. After all, he didn't have a loving mother or father who wanted to see him. His father was dead, his mother was (thankfully) dead now, and the rest of the Underworld thought he was dead.

He sighed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his head down as he rounded a random corner.

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Bel's head snapped up at the familiar voice. "Oh, fuck," he said, the words escaping before he could censor his shock.

Raynor smirked. "Imagine my surprise when I received an invitation to Parents Weekend. You must have forgotten to mention faking your death to the school administration."

Bel took a nervous step back. "I...I can explain," he said lamely, trying desperately to think of an excuse to give his foster father that would let him get out of this situation alive and intact.

"Oh?" Raynor said. "Well then, by all means, please do."

"I-I was going to tell you I didn't get vanquished," Bel said. "But, uh...things just kept happening here and I, um, couldn't get the time away from school."

Oh yeah. Realy smooth.

"Seems you have much more to explain," Raynor said calmly after searching Belthazor's thoughts for a moment. "Like working with witches and a vampire to vanquish your mother, betraying the Underworld."

He shook his head in disappointment.

"It's not like that!" Bel protested. Even though it clearly was.

Raynor gave him a look of pure disgust. "You allowed a Charmed One to kill her. And then you faked your death? Taking the coward's way out."

He shook his head again. "I'm here to remind you of what you really are. I haven't given up on you. Yet."

Bel took another step back. "No," he said, trying to keep his voice firm and resolved. "I...I'm not going back."

Raynor glared at Belthazor, not expecting this at all. "I'm not giving you a choice."

Bel shook his head. "You can't make me."

"I think I can," Raynor spat angrily before grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall. "I won't let you forget what you are. You're meant to serve the Underworld and obey the Source."

Bel hit the wall hard. For a minute his vision went black as he struggled with the dueling instincts to fight back and to submit. He choose to fight. He clawed at Raynor's hand on his throat, trying to break free. "No!" he said again. "I won't!"

Raynor took that opportunity to punch Bel hard in the face. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Belthazor."

He then pushed him down onto the floor, standing over him threateninly. "You're evil. Best you accept that now. Make it easier on yourself."

Bel had already been struggling with that question himself, and now Raynor was confirming it. He rose to his knees, his face bloody, and bowed his head before his former mentor.

Wilson was walking backwards, which meant he didn't immediately see the situation as he and Phale came upon it.

"Then you take the gerbil and..."

Something in his lover's shift of expression caused him to stop in mid sentence and turn around to see what Phale was looking at over his shoulder.

"Bel!" Wilson said immediately and with the common sense that God gave a squirrel, the young doctor darted towards his young friend's side.

Luckily, Aziraphale had been around the young doctor long enough to know that was exactly what he'd do. So the angel headed in the direction of the man standing over Bel.

He had no idea who this man was, but he had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't going to like finding out.

"What the bloody hell is going on here!"

Bel jerked his head up and flushed with shame. He shook his head at Phale and Wilson, begging them with his eyes not to do anything.

Raynor glanced over at Phale and groaned. "And now you have an angel to protect you?"

Instinctively, he conjured a fireball in the palm of his hand.

For Wilson the true challenge had always been trying to not do anything and as Phale so rightly was concerned about, the young doctor was down on his knees next to Bel.

"It's all right, Bel." He said calmly as if there wasn't a stranger standing overhead with a fireball in the palm of his hand.

Narrowing his eyes at Raynor and the fireball, Aziraphale said in a low voice, "I don't know who you are, although I have a fairly good guess what you are. As we are currently standing in the middle of a high school, which I would not consider to be the appropriate place for this sort of behavior, I would strongly suggest that you step away from the young man and take yourself back to wherever it is that you came from."

His hand, hanging down by his side, twitched as if he was restraining himself from grabbing something.

Bel shook his head at Wilson. "He's my father. I have to...have to do what he says," he said quietly. Part of him was impressed by how easily he reverted back to his learned behavior. His encounter with the Emperor during detention last week couldn't have been better timed.

He wiped some of the blood from his face with the back of his hand and looked up at Phale. "It's okay," he said shakily. "He's my father. He can do whatever he wants to me."

Raynor extinguished the fireball and nodded. "Then you will return to the Underworld with me."

Wilson looked into Bel's eyes and he gave his head a shake.

"No, Bel. He's not your father. You told me about your father." He said softly. "And no being has the right to own another, no matter what their relation."

Standing up, Wilson shifted his stance so that he was between Bel and Raynor and in a tone that was deadly calm, he said.

"Bel made his choice and it has nothing to do with you. You'll leave, alone and now."

Maybe it was foolish of him to do such a thing in the face of an obvious demon but Wilson had promised Bel, he wouldn't let him win and as demon attacks went, Raynor's so far, was fairly tame.

Seriously, Aziraphale had to refrain from facepalming. Of course Wilson would put himself into the absolute worst possible position.

Also, the angel might have been just a little disappointed that Raynor had extinguished the fireball. Not that he was looking to have a fight right there in the hallway, of course.

"James is right, Belthazor. Being your father doesn't give him any rights concerning you at all. It certainly doesn't give him the right to 'do' anything to you." Aziraphale stepped closer, edging toward working himself into a position where he could defend an attack on Wilson and Bel.

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