Halls of Fandom High, Friday Night

[demonbelthazor]

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.

[ooc: for those who know who they are. If you have a desire to jump in, please to be pinging me on AIM first.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel winced as he let Wilson look over his face. "You don't know what the Underworld is like," he said glumly. "They have ways to make you do what they want. And if you disobey...." He shook his head. "They know I'm alive now. They'll be back."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"They are rather relentless that way." Wilson was forced to admit, remembering the week back in the city, running every three hours, over and over again.

"Bel, is Phoebe at your suite for you to stay with tonight or is she visiting with her family?"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"You have people who can help you here, Belthazor," Aziraphale replied softly. "People who will help you here."

He gave the young man a little smile, and then looked up and down the hallway, as if standing guard while Wilson saw to Bel's injuries. Which, in fact, was exactly what he was doing.

[demonbelthazor]

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