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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[http://users.livejournal.com/_raynor/]

Raynor knew this wasn't the place for a fight. He glanced at the angel and the mortal and then back at Belthazor. "This isn't over. We will be discussing this further."

"I'll be sure to let everyone know you're...well," he added with a smirk before shimmering out.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Looking from the empty spot where Raynor had just been standing, to Aziraphale, then down to Bel, Wilson's face took on a practical sort of hardness, Phale had seen up in the city.

"I think we should have killed him. And by we, I guess I mean you."

Exhaling, he pushed his hand through his dark hair and then hunkered back down on his heels in front of Bel.

"You should let me take a look at those." He said softly.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale pursed his lips and nodded, feeling pretty much the same way. Unfortunately, he couldn't just...go around killing people during Parents Weekend. The administration probably frowned on that sort of thing.

"You don't owe him anything, Belthazor," he said softly. "You do know that, don't you? I know it's hard for you, to go against the way you were raised. But you're not only half demon, you're also half human. And that means you have Free Will. You decide how you want to act, how you want to live. Not him. Nor anyone else."

[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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