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I found you.
I finally found you.
The white-haired god carefully embraced the lifeless body of the red-haired god, holding it close to his chest as the soul fragments within the body flickered and wavered.
"Please take care of him for me."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I thought you never cared."
"That's blasphemy, Mother."
The goddess turned away from the white-haired god, leaving him alone, and clung desperately to the fragile soul of the red-haired god.
"Everything is going to be alright now ."
Blink, blink , blink ,blink.
Blinking rapidly in confusion as Adamas inspected the unfamiliar ceiling above him. He felt groggy and disoriented, unable to grasp his current situation.
"What... where the fuck am I?" The god muttered, his voice weak and raspy. His eyes stared at the ceiling. The sights and sounds of the room gradually became more apparent to him as his mind returned to a sense of clarity.
He attempted to get out of bed to investigate his surroundings more closely; Adamas flinched in pain only to find himself paralyzed by the tubes and wires that were connected to him. Lowering his eyes, he looks at the part where Poseidon had cut him. His body was split into two. His half was covered by a weird cube that was filled with bubbly water (?) It's kind of unnerving to look at it. This setting also hindered Adamas from fusing both of his bodies from healing by himself.
He sighs; maybe this is for good; it's not like he wants to live anymore after his own little brother stabbed him. Adamas does not expect that to happen.
Who is he kidding? Poseidon lives up to his nickname as the Tyrant of the Ocean; not even his own blood was spared by his wrath. Adamas laid back in defeat.
Closing his eyes, ready to stop his regeneration ability that keeps him stable this far.
"You're awake."
Adamas glanced towards the source of the voice. A man who wears a full black with a purple sash hanging on his shoulder. His unkempt black hair was the first thing that caught Adamas's attention. Then both of his eyes met; the black eyes, or is it dark red, stared at him boringly? Adamas did not know.
They both stared at each other for a good 5 minutes.
"Urmm", Beelzebub's stoic face started to sweat profusely. Beelzebub was taken aback by Adamas's reaction to him, as the God of Conquest did not exhibit the hostility that he was expected.
'What is wrong with him. He is the rumoured hot-headed God of Conquest, right? The foulest mouth from the Greek pantheon,' he thought.
Beelzebub continued to observe Adamas's every move, his expression stern and unemotional. His mind raced with thoughts as he studied Adamas. He had heard about Adamas's reputation as the God of Conquest, and he expected the god to be more brash and aggressive.
But this god in front of him looks more docile.
Adamas just looks at him, waiting for the unknown deity to speak. He is just being cautious just in case this person tries to harm him or trying to gain something from him. His status among the Greek pantheon may be insignificant because of his glory being shadowed by his brothers, but the other pantheons still regard him as one of Kronos and Rhea's offspring.
An easy target.
Beelzebub collects his courage to start speaking in his cold and emotional demeanour, "Greetings. My name is Beelzebub, and you're currently at my lab." He informed. Adamas just kept staring at him and nodded once, understanding the situation. So, he was being held by the demon at his lab for who knows what he wanted to do.
Adamas's mind started to drift away, thinking what kind of punishment he would get after he attempts to harm his family, but this place is quite high-tech to be a hell.
He glanced at the demon again, but instead, he saw Beelzebub fiddling with his pad awkwardly. Looking worried by Adamas lack of reaction to what's happening.
'Maybe a simple introduction would not hurt', Adamas thought.
Beelzebub started to get worried. Did he make a mistake while fixing the gods? Did he fail to save his voice box? Maybe that answered why the redhead god did not curse at him.
Beelzebub glanced at the god's health history record; his vitals were normal, his heartbeat was consistent, and both body part blood flow flowing normally.
The demon scientist pondered, 'Not a lot of work that I have done on him, this god heals himself, but the process is too slow,' Beelzebub thought while tapping his pen under his chin, "Nevertheless, without the god's natural talent to heal himself, he would be dead by now" Beelzebub mumbled analyzing the situation.
"Adamas", he said weakly, introducing himself, hoping the demon heard it, his voice scratchy and his throat dry. How long has he been here?
Adamas tried to rise from the bed; he let out a sharp gasp of pain; Beelzebub's snapped from his thought
"Careful, I just stabilized your body," Beelzebub cautioned, his voice filled with annoyance. "Your body is still far too weak from the surgery. You should not be moving so quickly."
"This is unnecessary," Adamas retorted softly, fiddling with his lower body's water cube(?). "I could heal myself without anyone's help."
Beelzebub raised an eyebrow at Adamas's response. "Self-regeneration?" Beelzebub questioned. "Based on my observation, it would take aeons for you to completely heal from your injuries. Besides, Hades demanded me to heal you quickly." Beelzebub informed.
Adamas sighed; of course, the regeneration is slow because he refused to reconnect himself and heal properly. He wanted to die and leave the Greek pantheon for good.
Pause.
Wait, hold on, Hades? As Hades, the king of the underworld? The eldest son of Kronos's offspring?
"Why would he?" Adamas questioned, puzzled by his brother's request to heal him.
"It is none of my concern why Hades asks for it", Beelzebub respond. He does not indulge much in the family feud of the Greek pantheon; he just does Hades's favour and gets rewarded for it. That's it. That's all.
Adamas now tilted his head confusingly, furrowed his eyebrows thinking hard. Beelzebub just stood there waiting for the response, 'cute', he thought briefly.
A few minutes had passed, and the god of conquest did not pry any question or information for him, which Adamas should do; he was currently in one room with a notorious demon who liked to experiment on every being that he laid upon for his own gained, which is 'to find the fine specimen to kill him savagely'.
The situation now was different from what Beelzebub had faced before, 'Please say something!' he screamed internally, not knowing how to proceed with the conversation. Was he too harsh? Wait, should he resume the conversation? He already informed what was needed to the god.
Adamas just lay back and stared at the ceiling, his expression blank and emotionless. "Shit," Adamas thought to himself, his eyes filling with regret and tears. "Stop," Adamas commanded himself, trying desperately to hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Please, at least let me leave this world without any regrets," Adamas whispered to himself. Tears started to flow from under his closed eyes, and he began to question his decision to stop his regenerative ability. Adamas lifted his arm, covering his eyes from the light to try and hide his tears.
'Stupid Hades-nii'
Beelzebub observed the lack of reaction and indifference toward him; he huffed in annoyance. Is it despair that Beelzebub's sense omitted from the ex-god of conquest?
Beelzebub cannot believe that he is going to do this. When did the last time he consoled someone. He massages his temple slowly, trying to find the right word to say.
"If you wish to hear my opinion, Hades has his reasons for asking me to help you, just as he has his reasons for keeping you alive," Beelzebub explained, his usual cold voice now laced with a hint of care.
Beelzebub's patients were often his test subjects, subjects that he did not seem to particularly care for nor treat with compassion. He was more concerned about their mental or physical torment while undergoing his experiments. But this god…. he cannot bear to see him in sorrow.
Calming down his tears, Adamas's eyes moved around the room, searching for something interesting that could divert his attention away from the demon's presence. As he scanned the space, something caught his eye, causing him to pause and ponder silently.
"Is that so?" Adamas muttered silently to himself, not having the energy or mood to continue the conversation with the demon.
"Was I wrong?" Beelzebub thought to himself, questioning the rumours he had heard about the former god of conquest. Heck, even Hades warned him not to anger or annoy his little 'precious' Adamas.The red-haired god was known for his self-absorbed and violent.
However, the god in front of him did not seem to be affected by his surroundings and looked strangely docile. In this situation, Beelzebub was confused about why the god appeared so calm and relaxed despite being in a situation where he would expect otherwise.
In an attempt to banish his thoughts, Beelzebub magically transformed himself, now dressed in surgical clothes.
"Since you're awake now, let us proceed to rebuild your body back," he declared, ready to move on with the reconstruction process.
At the mention of "rebuild," Adamas's eyes perked up with curiosity.
"Huh? Rebuild what?" he asked Beelzebub, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He was confused, unaware of the plans Beelzebub had in store for him.
Beelzebub revealed a metal body parts on his side with some complicated tech shit, indicating that he wanted to use it to rejoin Adamas's body together. He was preparing to use the equipment and tools at his disposal to join the two body parts together in a procedure that would rebuild the ex-god of conquest body back.
The god could see in Beelzebub's face that the demon expected him to comply with his request. However, Adamas was hesitant and unsure about the situation. He did not want to become part of some dark experiment or experiment gone wrong and was cautious about cooperating with Beelzebub's plans.
"No," Adamas said, firmly rejecting Beelzebub's suggestion. He did not want to engage in any sort of experiment or procedure that involved Beelzebub touching his body.
"Hades's order," Beelzebub said, implying that the god of the underworld had ordered the demon to reconstruct Adamas.
"Fuck no"
"Order"
"Fuck off"
"I can't deny that man's order."
"No!"
Their back-and-forth banter grew more heated, with Beelzebub becoming increasingly frustrated that Adamas refused to comply with his request.
Beelzebub took on his surgical stuff, and the whirring sound of equipment could be heard. "You can be taller," Beelzebub said, perhaps offering Adamas a chance to become the better version of god he once was.
"I SAID NO!" Adama's shrieks, his breathing becoming erratic. Thoughts and memories of pain he had experienced in the past flooded his body, making Adamas become even more emotional and agitated. The pain he felt during the past ghosted his body.
Beelzebub was taken aback by Adamas's sudden outburst. He hadn't expected the god to react with such fear. Beelzebub was now concerned that he had pushed the god too far and was unsure of how to proceed.
At the height of his desperation, Adamas pleaded with Beelzebub, saying, "I-I-I can do it on my own; just please spare me with that surgery."
His request was laced with fear and worry as he desperately tried to avoid the reconstruction procedure that Beelzebub had suggested. Adamas did not want to undergo any sort of intervention in any case.
Beelzebub considered Adamas's plea, wondering whether he should grant the request, but seeing the god tremble half figure, he gave up. Beelzebub set aside his equipment and walked toward Adamas, slowly reaching out his hand in a sign of surrender.
However, Adamas wasn't having any of it and cowered while giving Beelzebub a very furious glare, warning him to not try anything.
"Calm down, I won't do it," Beelzebub said as he dismantled the tube and drained the water cube that kept Adamas's cut parts fresh. Beelzebub continued to remove the last pieces of tubing as he turned to look at Adamas.
"I'll leave you to it," he said dismissively. "Reattachment or sewing yourself up, I don't care. In the meantime, I'll call Hades." Beelzebub seemed unconcerned with Adamas's dilemma and was ready to move on from this troublesome interaction.
Beelzebub turned away to leave to give Adamas some space to continue. He left the god to fix his own body. He fishes out his sumafon out of his pocket to search for Hades, named in his scarce contact list, to inform him about Adamas's condition.
He stopped when he heard a timid voice call out to him; turning around, he looked at Adamas while lifting his eyebrow.
"Err, Beelzebub, can we keep Hades in the dark for a bit until I'm ready?" Adamas asked sheepishly.
"Why should I do your favour?" Beelzebub retorted.
"I promise this is my last request for you," Adamas said, trying to win Beelzebub over.
"I'm telling him," Beelzebub said, undeterred by Adamas's appeal.
"By telling him what?" Adamas asked in a mocking tone, repeating Beelzebub's words.
“……”
“……”
A tick mark appeared on Beelzebub's head, indicating that the demon was growing impatient and frustrated. Instead of it being the god of conquest losing his patience, he was now the one who lost his cool first.
The god recognized that Beelzebub was getting impatient, and the atmosphere in the room grew more tense as they both anticipated the next move.
Beelzebub seemed to accept Adamas's request and chose to walk away. "Fine, do as you wish." He let the door close behind him.
The demon was no longer interested in pressuring Adamas. Instead, he allowed the god to have some time to fix his body on his own. He didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that Adamas had refused his help and was now curious to see what the former god of conquest would do.
In his mind, he thought to himself,
"Having a companion for a bit won't hurt, right?"
Adamas's eyes remained fixated towards the door, where the demon had just left. Adamas is quite weirded out by this newcomer. He considered the bizarre situation he found himself in and spoke to himself quietly.
"So, Hades took me to this weird demon for my recovery, huh?" he muttered, looking at his detached body part.
"Ah, my feet can move." He said while wiggling his feet at the detached body part. He was now focused on fixing his condition and quickly pulled the bottom half of his body towards his top part.
Adamas shuddered at the disgusting squelch as the two pieces came together again and silently regretted letting himself get hurt so badly. He slowly focused on his blood and energy to cooperate and heal his body to become one again.
Focusing on the energy at the palm of his hand, Adamas slowly ran it through the wound on his body. The atmosphere around him was becoming serene as a soft, green hue appeared from the god's hand.
He was using his own magical power to heal himself, slowly stitching his wounds closed and repairing any damage to his body. The pain that he felt earlier began to fade away, and Adamas could now focus on fully healing himself. His body was becoming whole once more.
Next day
Beelzebub eyed Adamas's lower half with intense interest and noted that the god's skin colour was lighter than the upper half. He checks the blood flow statistic is normal as the two body parts are once together again.
He began jotting down notes on his pad, mumbling, "Interesting."
Alarmed at being studied so closely, Adamas felt shaky and nervous. However, he stayed still and allowed Beelzebub to study him, hoping that the demon's curiosity would not cause further trouble.
Beelzebub touched Adamas's scared area, causing the god to tense his body in surprise.
"Soft," the demon whispered, noticing the smoothness of Adamas's skin compared to his own. Realizing that he had spoken out loud, Beelzebub looked at Adamas's face immediately. with bewildered expression.
"Are you enjoying yourself too much, you demon?" Adamas asked, apparently noticing that Beelzebub had spoken his thoughts out loud.
Beelzebub jumped away from Adamas, his face scrunching with a light pink hue. "I'm just observing the test subject," he said after being caught red-handed saying his thoughts out loud.
"Me? Test subject?" Adamas asked with disbelief, his face making a scowling expression. He swung his feet loosely at the edge of the bed, showing his frustration at being seen as nothing more than a specimen to be studied and experimented on.
Beelzebub fake cough to change the subject.
"Anyway, how do you feel?"
"Normal," Adamas answered, unconcerned about the demon's interest.
"Does it hurt when I touch it just now?" Beelzebub asked.
"Not really, just ticklish and somewhat sensitive", Adamas answered.
"Can you heal it completely?" Beelzebub asked.
"Depending on my mood," Adamas replied with a shrug.
Beelzebub was now curious about Adamas's healing process and asked, "How long does it take for you to reattach your body?"
"A couple of hours, I guess," Adamas replied, "Don't know, no time to look at."
Beelzebub began pondering this answer and tapped his pen on the screen of his tablet, drawing conclusions.
"Hurmm, so you can't heal yourself if you went into a coma." The demon seemed to be pondering the god's flaw.
"Why did you make that assumption?" Adamas asked in a curious tone.
"You were barely alive when Hades brought you here," Beelzebub answered.
To this, Adamas replied, "Fair enough." However, he kept his thoughts to himself, considering the truth. 'It's not like I can't,’ he thought dryly. He had grown wary of Beelzebub's intentions and did not want to disclose his full capabilities.
The sound of scribbles could be heard as Beelzebub was making notes about the god he was observing.
Adamas stared at the demon studying his face more appropriately this time around. He could not stand Beelzebub's messy hair; it looked like a freaking bird's nest. Adamas bet there is an egg somewhere on top of his head.
Aside from that, looking at his face, Adamas did notice that Beelzebub was quite handsome; this demon did not appear to fit the description of the typical Greek devil, and Adamas wondered if his attractiveness was simply an illusion.
Adamas took notice of Beelzebub's unique facial features, noting that he had large eyes and smooth skin. Adamas's eyes settled on Beelzebub's lips, and he was shocked at how glossy they were. "How the heck is his lip so glossy?" he thought, trying to make sense of the demon's appearance.
In his mind, Beelzebub seemed to care a lot about his appearance, and the thought of the demon using lip gloss was funny to Adamas.
Adamas touched his own lips and wondered if he should start doing a lip care routine. He could see himself having fun applying lip balm every day like he usually does during his leisure day at the mountain of Olympus with his fellow sister (except Hera).
Adamas, still observing Beelzebub's features and imagining what it would be like to get a lip care routine, could he ask for some product from Beelzebub?
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"Can you stop staring at me?" Beelzebub said, not bothering to look at Adamas as he tried to continue writing on the tablet. He was disturbed by Adamas's scrutiny of his facial features and appearance and wished he would stop doing it.
"I am bored," Adamas said blandly. Beelzebub paid the god no mind, returning his attention towards the tablet and turning his back to Adamas.
Beelzebub looked at his pad nervously, thinking, "That was hard." It had taken a lot out of him to try to ask Adamas a question. He wanted to ask more about the god's condition because he had never had any subject that could generate on its own before.
Before he could ask anything else, he noticed the god staring curiously at the top of his head, with his lips parted in curiosity.
Beelzebub felt his heart skip a beat as Adamas looked curiously at the top of his head. Before their eyes could clash, Beelzebub quickly averted his gaze and focused on his notepad instead. He could feel the god's scanning gaze, which made him feel even more nervous as he pretended to write to avoid eye contact.
"My stare disturbing your focus?" Adamas joked with Beelzebub, who continued to keep his head down and take notes. The god then got up from the cold metal table and made his way towards one of the enormous glass tubes.
"Look around you. There are tons of your experiments or something looking at you," Adamas said as he glanced at one of the organisms that was inside the tube.
He tapped the glass and said, "Even this one - eww, is that brain with eyes? Eek, it moves!" Adamas yelped, then quickly jumped back when he realized the organism inside was moving. He was disgusted and repulsed by it.
Beelzebub responded to Adamas's horrified reaction with indifference.
"They're different," he said, sounding unconcerned.
"And why is that?" Adamas asked.
"You're the only living being in this room," Beelzebub stated matter-of-factly. "These are just hollow," Beelzebub informed the god that Adamas was indeed the only living organism in the room and that the other objects were merely inanimate and empty vessels.
Blink
"Oh." Adamas seemed to be processing what Beelzebub had said and continued to trudge around the room, tapping the glass and expressing a yelp in surprise when the various vessels responded to his touch.
The god was indeed quite interested in the demon's laboratory and experiments, and Beelzebub was surprised by this. He was used to having another visitor (mostly Hades) shudder in fear or disgust and wish to go out quickly. Still, Adamas was far from the typical god that the demon was familiar with.
Beelzebub thought Adamas's behaviour was quite unusual and unexpected, but he also felt a touch of amusement at the god's wide-eyed curiosity and surprise. He even had to suppress the urge to smile slightly.
"Adorable," he said under his breath.
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After Beelzebub left the room, Adamas was left to explore the space on his own. The demon had trusted the god to roam freely in a way that he had almost never done before with his subjects. However, Beelzebub had taken a liking to Adamas and was willing to provide the ex-god of conquest with more freedom than he typically allowed.
Omake:
Adamas who cannot stop staring at Beelzebub while laying back on the hard bed support with some high pillow, crossing his leg while swinging it. "Nee Beelzebub, why didn't you have horn? aren't you a demon?" he ask curiously, "Or did you hide it? If yes why? Is it bothering you?" He continued. Beelzebub does not answered.
"Do you ever fucking comb your hair? I can give you one if you want. Wait a minute, it's inside my drawer at my abode, never mind" Adamas inquired more. Beelzebub does not answered.
"Aren't you hot with those layered clothes?" Adamas asked again. "Can you stop with your question" Beelzebub turned to look at the god with an annoying expression.
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"So do you use any cosmetics on your face?" Adamas asked again. Beelzebub veins popup on his head, not even 5 second pass this damn god open up his mouth. Before Beelzebub could scold him again.
"Can I borrow you lip balm?" Adamas chirped the question innocently.
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"Huh?"
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In the end, Beelzebub bought a citrus flavour lip balm for Adamas.
The ex-god of conquest never been so happy applying it on his lips while humming in front of the mirror.
To be continued