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Bel was feeling decidedly broody. It was finally starting to sink in that he'd officially betrayed the Underworld. Not like he hadn't before, but now it wasn't a secret. Which meant that it wouldn't be long before Raynor sent someone to kill him or drag him back to the Underworld to face the Source. There were people here who would help him, but he didn't want to be responsible for harm coming to them because of him.

And he'd killed his mother. Not by his own hand, but close enough.

So he went to the place where brooders go: the roof.

[ooc: Open for interaction. So bored it's made me emo.]

Current Mood: melancholy

Bel sat on the room, his legs hanging over the edge of the dorms as he watched the sun rise. In his gloved hands he held a small object which he turned over and over again. It wasn't the cold that made him wear gloves; it was knowing what the slightest cut from the blade could do to him.

He could easily shimmer into Angel's room (or Callisto's) and deal with Angel while he slept. It wouldn't be cowardness, just convenience. A quick slash of the dagger, and it would be done. Angelus would be back.

But he hesitated.

He vanished the dagger, sending it to the dimensional pocket where his athames were. Continuing to watch the sun rise, he sighed, trying to sort out what to do.