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One Holy Act
Beelzebub x Gabriel
Beauty and the Beast AU
A Friday night at the local bar, the usual place to be every weekend. In a small town like their own, the townspeople were almost all there. Friendly to one another, a town where everyone knew your name. Especially if your name was Gabriel Arche, Gabriel was the strongest, bravest person in the town. The girls of the city would call him the most handsome as well.
Gabriel made his way into the bar, his younger brother at his side. Aziraphale followed Gabriel nearly anywhere he went, he always seemed to fall into the shadow of his older brother, but that was fine by him. Aziraphale never minded too much for attention. Unlike his brother. Gabriel walked up to the bar, tapping the counter like he did every Friday night. It became routine for the barkeep to slide over two beers to Gabriel. One for Gabriel, one for Aziraphale. However, Gabriel always seemed to drink both by himself.
When Gabriel wasn’t drinking his weekends away, he usually kept reasonably healthy. He wouldn’t put any ‘gross matter’ in his perfect body. His meals mostly consisted of eggs and greens.
Gabriel and Aziraphale took a seat at a table near the back. For the first time in years, Gabriel didn’t want the attention on him. Gabriel found himself a girl, a girl he was already planning to marry after just a few meetings with her. The girl that he planned to marry was Emily. Emily was a sweet, attractive girl that came from a wealthy family. What else could Gabriel ask for? He wanted a stunning rich wife; what else could he need? He honestly didn’t mind personality since he wasn’t planning on being home very often. It was a shallow mindset, but that’s Gabriel for you. A selfish plan, but it’s always how he imagined it.
“So, brother, how do you plan on getting Emily to fall for you?” Aziraphale started the conversation
“Do you not have faith in me?”
“I don’t believe that’s what I said…”
Gabriel let out a chest filled laugh at his brother’s pathetic attempt in defending himself, “A joke, Azira.” He clarified.
“I plan on finding the hidden white rose from the forest. I hear there is a beautiful flower garden near the abandoned castle. I need to get her the rose, and then she is mine.” Gabriel spoke as if that was such an easy task. However, many men have made the travel never to be seen again. But Gabriel didn’t consider him like most men. He thought himself above the others.
How could his perfect plan go wrong?
Gabriel was a natural-born leader. He grew up as the oldest sibling in his family. He watched over some of the younger kids, including Aziraphale. His mother went absent as soon as Gabriel hit age 18. He took care of his sibling the best he could until they eventually went off to do their own thing. Gabriel couldn’t blame them; he also wanted to get out of this old village. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He never found a good reason to up and leave. Something always held him back.
Aziraphale listened to his plan. It sounded idiotic. It sounded way too reckless. It couldn’t possibly be so easy as to take it and leave. Aziraphale knew this whole thing seemed fishy, but they wouldn’t let Gabriel go off alone. No matter how big and robust Gabriel thought of himself.
“I’ll join you, and you perhaps could use the company!” Aziraphale tried to seem energetic and happy about the plan, but a pit in his stomach told him this was a truly horrible idea.
“Of course you are…” Gabriel’s words trailed off, a hint of disappointment in his tone. He bright his fingers up to his face to rub the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, “We leave at dawn tomorrow morning. I expect you to be up and prepared by then.”
With a simple nod, Azirphale agreed to Gabriel’s plan.
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The castle indeed kept something hidden away in it. Rumors spread around the town about what could be hidden in an abandoned castle. Most adults thought it was just some old building with some ancient royal storage in it. The children of the town all agreed that a massive hairy beast lived there. They theorized a giant beast that could take on packs of wolves and had magic! As cool as that would seem, that was far from the truth.
The castle kept a set of three friends imprisoned inside of it. Crowley, Dagon, and finally Beelzebub. This all started with Beelzebub. It was a bit of an understatement to say that Beelzebub had a bad history with their ex. Regular breakups end with a fight, and the two-part their separate ways. Not this breakup. Breakups don’t tend to end as peacefully when your partner was a powerful sorcerer.
Lucifer, a power-hungry mage that could hold a bit of a grudge. Beelzebub and Lucifer’s relationship was far from perfect. Beelzebub was a bit of a workaholic, and Lucifer had a bit of a problem when he didn’t get something that he wanted. This often leads to a lot of emotional and physical abuse on Beelzebub’s end. Lucifer hated being told ‘no’ in any regard. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when Beelzebub eventually stood up for themselves and finally ended things. Beelzebub was even encouraged to break things off with Lucifer by their close friend Dagon and their other friend Crowley.
It was known that Lucifer liked to make things go his way. Lucifer was greedy and hard-headed. He wouldn’t let his lover go so smoothly. So, he locked them up. Lucifer put a curse on the castle, Beelzebub, and their friends. Lucifer’s last words to Beelzebub still rung in their ears as clear as day.
“You think you can leave me?! Do you think I’ll ever let you be with someone new? No, No way. You’ll stay here until a holy miracle can get you out.”
The scene played in Beelzebub’s memory like a recording. The anger in Lucifer’s voice, the black magic particles that surrounded him as he spoke, the pure evil that was in his eyes. If Beelzebub didn’t know any better, they’d say they saw Lucifer’s eyes glow red for just a moment. Sure, Beelzebub could believe in magic and curses and all that. They’ve seen magic with their own two eyes. But at that moment, Beelzebub could be convinced that Lucifer was the devil himself.
Beelzebub got their head out of the gutters. That was in the past, it was long ago, and at this point, Beelzebub gave up on whatever ‘miracle’ Lucifer spoke about. They have been locked up in this castle for years, and they’d stay here for the rest of their life. That was clear to them.
They couldn’t entirely complain, though. They had two friends and a decent home. They may never be able to leave, but it could be worse. There was the sound of clinking glasses from the kitchen. Beelzebub heard it. They got up with a soft grumble, making their way to the kitchen. In the kitchen resided two idiots, both with a glass of wine in their hands.
Beelzebub made eye contact with Crowley.
Crowley fell silent.
Beelzebub made eye contact with Dagon.
Dagon fell silent.
The tense silence was broken by Beelzebub letting out a slight chuckle, “And you two didn’t pour me a glass?” Beelzebub moved closer to their friends, pulling up a chair.
Beelzebub usually put on a hard exterior, or at least they used to. But they were trapped here, their two friends, and enough alcohol almost to forget their predicament. Beelzebub sat with their mates, getting their own glass of wine. They sipped the red juice as Dagon and Crowley continued to bicker and banter. Beelzebub was content with their silence, just listening in. It was not a new conversation. There was hardly anything new to talk about when the trio been stuck together for the past six years.