The Mighty Belthazor

Late in the afternoon, the Source headed up to the roof for a smoke. Stupid Belthazor and his stupid nicotine addiction which he'd inherited. No one was around, so he lit the cigarette with a fireball and looked out on the school grounds, contemplating his next actions.

The Slayer was alive, somehow. She'd been dead when he left her, but someone had somehow revived her. Fortunately her brush with death must've affected her memory, since no one had come after him. But there was a risk that it could come back at any minute.

And Anders had betrayed him and told Parker about their relationship. Fortunately it seemed that Parker was keeping her mouth shut, but that could prove troublesome if she went to Phoebe about it. The tonic he'd been feeding Phoebe was making her dark side emerge, but he wasn't certain it was enough yet, and he didn't want to take that risk, either. It was possible he'd have to deal with Parker. And Anders, of course. The Source didn't take treachery lightly.


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Bel headed up to the roof to check on his garden to have a smoke after classes. As he leaned against railing, letting the smoke fill his lungs, he saw the skeleton approaching. It was wearing a scarf, a pink frilly hat (which looked suspiciously familiar), a rather snazy pair of pants and belt, and an old shirt. Fortunately, he'd heard the morning announcements so he didn't fireball it immediately.

The skeleton turned its empty eye sockets to Bel's boots. Bel shook his head.

The skeleton then offered Bel the joint it was somehow smoking without lungs. Bel shrugged, took a hit, and passed it back. They passed it back several times until it was gone, and the skeleton looked as forlorn as a skeleton could. Bel reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his half-empty pack of cigarettes and handed it to the skeleton. It gave him what was likely a grateful look and mimed flicking a lighter. Bel held out empty hands, then demonstrated why he didn't need a lighter. The skeleton nodded, tucked the cigarettes into his pants pocket, and headed back to the stairs in search of a lighter.