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Pale hands stained in blood. Eyes of void black with not a single remorse. A claw through the hearts of Lucifer, Azrael, Samuel, Lilith…all of them. It was because of him!
Beelzebub.
You are me, and I am you, don’t you get it, my poor child? Valhalla runs on our sins and souls, as all demons are supposed to do! Humans cannot progress without our sacrifice, and we accept our fates. All of us.
Satan, once exposed for his crimes, told the stabbing truth of Valhalla’s prosperity – advanced machinery was run on demons’ souls, with the invention of electricity being a cover-up for the cruelty.
But was it cruelty, or was it a norm? This occurred in the lands of Valhalla for centuries.
And the so-called genius named Beelzebub was another fly in the herd who fell victim to the scheme. He was a demon, hypnotised to carry out the deeds of killing his friends, as their souls had high value to fuel the very city they lived in.
A wretched, disgusting, unforgivable demon. In that moment, he considered giving his soul for redemption, but there was no room for regrets. As Nikola said, they were here until the end, but only one of them can see the happy ending.
“Beelzebub, stop! What are you doing…not without me, please–”
“Nikola Tesla, thank you for everything,” he smiled so hard his teary eyes wrinkled like small crescent moons before giving a final kiss of goodbye - desperate, raw, passionate and aching, like he heard the pieces of his heart tear itself one by one.
“So I ask you for a final wish – forget all about me, and forget us. I will be most hated across the lands. Detest me until you want to kill me!”
Beelzebub will live as the most repulsive sinner, so he will then die as horrifically as possible. That shall be his atonement for them…his friends, and now his love.
Staggering amongst the bodies of possessed demons that Satan used to ambush them, he clawed open the display case shielding the anti-gravity boots, ready to depart from Valhalla and never look back.
“To the bitter end without your poor human lover. An expected choice from a demon, Lord of the Flies,” Satan branded him with the new name, satisfied with the fly’s decision.
If the arrogant wizard thought he would live the rest of his despicable life unscathed, he would be wrong. The Lord of the Flies will make sure of it.
With the activation switch pressed, Beelzebub soared high in the fiery sunset, like a crow unafraid to fall, leaving behind a proud but heartbroken Nikola who still admired the beauty defying gravity despite his sobs. The son of light was willing to stay with him forever, but only if his beloved wanted the same.
He should’ve known Beelzebub would never let himself be consumed by his gluttony.
If the love of his life wanted to be enemies, then Nikola would prosper as a scientist renowned across the lands for his inventions, hoarding prizes like a commodity, before he felt worthy to face Beelzebub again, with the probability of him looking any less breathtaking being zero to none.
Until then, my Lord of the Flies.