Mainland, Tuesday night - NFB
Dec. 5th, 2006 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazorThe witch must've had a feeling she was being followed, the way she kept looking over her shoulder. She quickened her pace as she headed home from work, her breath making little white clouds in the cold evening air.
Bel's heart was pounding nervously. If he didn't kill the girl, his father's soul would be destroyed. But if he did kill her, Phoebe would never forgive him. It would prove that he was just a demon after all, not a man. Everything he'd gain since his first attempt to leave the Underworld would be lost. His friends, his respect...everything. His own soul would be lost.
The girl turned into the alleyway beside the dry cleaners. Bel had already scouted the location and knew the door to the stairway to her apartment was just inside the alley. It was dimly lit and sheltered from the street. Perfect.
He shimmered ahead, appearing beside the witch as she fitted her key to the door's lock. She gasped in shock, and he grabbed her and clamped a hand over her mouth before she could scream. "Be quiet and listen to me," he growled. "You're in a great deal of danger. Someone bad knows you're a witch and wants you dead. You have to get out of here and hide where no one would ever think to look for you, do you understand?" Trembling in his grasp, the girl nodded.
"Belthazor, you disappoint."
Bel whirled around at the familiar voice. Raynor stood behind him, shaking his head. "You were told to kill the witch, not let her go," he said.
"I won't kill for you," Bel said, trying to keep his voice steady. He put himself between Raynor and the witch.
"You will," Raynor said. He waved his hand in front of Bel's face. "You don't have a choice. You are what you are."
Bel felt the demon in him rising, filled with uncontrollable hunger. He tried to fight it back, but it was impossible. He cried out and shifted from human to demon, turning to the witch with a growl.
She was frantically trying to get her door open. Bel seized her by the throat, lifting her up and slamming her against the brick wall. She struggled, clawing at his hands, as he summoned an fireball. Raynor watched, nodding with approval, as Bel turned and threw the witch across the alley, then followed her with the fireball. Her cry was cut short as the flames consumed her, and she disappeared.
"How did it feel, Belthazor?" Raynor asked.
Bel panted with exertion as the demon fought to keep soul and conscience buried. "Good," he growled.
"It comes back so easily, doesn't it?" Raynor said. "Welcome home."
[ooc: locked to one who knows who he is, NFB due to distance.]
Bel's heart was pounding nervously. If he didn't kill the girl, his father's soul would be destroyed. But if he did kill her, Phoebe would never forgive him. It would prove that he was just a demon after all, not a man. Everything he'd gain since his first attempt to leave the Underworld would be lost. His friends, his respect...everything. His own soul would be lost.
The girl turned into the alleyway beside the dry cleaners. Bel had already scouted the location and knew the door to the stairway to her apartment was just inside the alley. It was dimly lit and sheltered from the street. Perfect.
He shimmered ahead, appearing beside the witch as she fitted her key to the door's lock. She gasped in shock, and he grabbed her and clamped a hand over her mouth before she could scream. "Be quiet and listen to me," he growled. "You're in a great deal of danger. Someone bad knows you're a witch and wants you dead. You have to get out of here and hide where no one would ever think to look for you, do you understand?" Trembling in his grasp, the girl nodded.
"Belthazor, you disappoint."
Bel whirled around at the familiar voice. Raynor stood behind him, shaking his head. "You were told to kill the witch, not let her go," he said.
"I won't kill for you," Bel said, trying to keep his voice steady. He put himself between Raynor and the witch.
"You will," Raynor said. He waved his hand in front of Bel's face. "You don't have a choice. You are what you are."
Bel felt the demon in him rising, filled with uncontrollable hunger. He tried to fight it back, but it was impossible. He cried out and shifted from human to demon, turning to the witch with a growl.
She was frantically trying to get her door open. Bel seized her by the throat, lifting her up and slamming her against the brick wall. She struggled, clawing at his hands, as he summoned an fireball. Raynor watched, nodding with approval, as Bel turned and threw the witch across the alley, then followed her with the fireball. Her cry was cut short as the flames consumed her, and she disappeared.
"How did it feel, Belthazor?" Raynor asked.
Bel panted with exertion as the demon fought to keep soul and conscience buried. "Good," he growled.
"It comes back so easily, doesn't it?" Raynor said. "Welcome home."
[ooc: locked to one who knows who he is, NFB due to distance.]
