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This fucking sucks .
Betelgeuse was bored (and very scared) to say the least. If he’d known that Bast and Apollyon would throw him in here once he had Sandy eat Juno, he would have let Mom take Lydia (no he wouldn’t, he would rather be in here for the next millennia than let that happen). The screams from outside die down as Betelgeuse paces on the ceiling of his cell. He sighs and jumps down. From his pocket, he pulls out a piece of chalk and marks a tally on the wall. Said wall is almost completely covered in tally markers. Betelgeuse snickers to himself as he counts the tallies. “3650 days, happy one-month anniversary to me ”.
While there were no windows in the small cell, Betelgeuse knew exactly how long he had been in hell. Yes, Hell. He knew that the torturers changed out every day from the last time he was here. “Stop” BJ said out loud. He didn’t want to go back there, didn’t want to think about the pain (oh God/Satan the pain), didn’t want to remember how much he begged (please, please, please stop! Mom please I’m sorry! Help me!). “No, stop thinking” he orders to himself. Betelgeuse places his back to the wall and grips his now grey hair. More memories of those five years (it was 500 years) of his first time in hell flooded his mind. Tears come as he sinks to the floor, purple streaks mash with his grey hair. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be up there. He wanted to see his (only) friend again, his BFFFF, he wanted to see Lydia!
“NO!” Betelgeuse shouts as he throws himself up off the floor. “I want nothing to do with that literal backstabbing bitch!”. A bright red takes over his head for a few brief moments before he sighs and slumps back against the wall. The red gives way to purple. Betelgeuse knew he was lying to himself. As much as he wanted to hate Lydia, the other Deetzs, and the Maitlands, he just can’t. He deserved the lies, the killing, all of it. He was going to kill them, he was going to force a goddam 15 year old to marry him for christ’s sake! Betelgeuse knew that sitting in this cell alone (what he would give for even another demon to come see him!) was what he deserved.
Betelgeuse.
Betelgeuse flung himself off the wall at that sound. Someone was trying to summon him. But why? If the remaining members of the Council wanted to see him, then they would just get some guards down here to drag him to the Netherworld. So who...No.
Betelgeuse.
The tug and faint voice were familiar. But there was no way! Why would she ever want to see him again? But maybe, just maybe, it was her.
“Lydia”
Betelgeuse!