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On a stretch of golden sand in a secluded rocky cove, the Lord of the Flies was sunbathing. Recent storms had thrown piles of kelp onto the beach, and the warm air had hastened their decomposition, so Beelzebub felt quite at home, surrounded by a miasma of rot and sand fleas.
The Prince of Hell had recently learned about tan lines, and wanted to see what would happen to their corporation if they wore their habitual fishnets in the sun.
Only their fishnets.
They were expecting company, after all.
This particular beach was inaccessible to mortals, as it was joined to the land by a sheer crumbling cliff and surrounded at sea by a murderous collection of rocks and riptides. It was the perfect liminal space.
Beelzebub had just rolled onto their back, for the complete tanning experience, when a patch of sand to their left began to boil. A crack spread down to the water and a wave rushed in, hissing up in surprised steam when it met Hellfire.
At the same time, the air above the sand to the right of Beelzebub began to crackle with electricity. The hair all over their body stood on end.
A tall figure rose up from the fiery crevice, and the sand closed smoothly under his feet. He wore nothing but a black Speedo and a light sheen of sweat over his chiseled form. His hair was slicked back and his eyes glittered with wicked mischief as he took in the sight of Beelzebub lounging in their fishnets. Then his gaze lifted and his smile disappeared.
Lightning had just struck the beach on the other side of the demon prince, turning a patch of sand to polished glass. An angel appeared on this flawless surface, standing as tall and handsome as the devil himself, his violet eyes fixed on Beelzebub. His swim trunks technically covered more than the Speedo, but since they were white, they left even less to the imagination.
Gabriel’s eager expression turned confused, then furious. “What the actual fuck--”
“--is he doing here?” finished Lucifer. He gestured rudely at the archangel.
“Whoops,” said Beelzebub, stretching out on the sand. “Muzzt have double-booked.”