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( Somewhere in hell. )
" You kidding me ? " asked Dagon.
" No, I swear, " replied Beelzebub. " I would have filmed it if I wasn’t dying of laughter. "
" So he knows how to use a spear but can’t operate a fucking microwave ? How do you even blow up a microwave ? "
" By putting metal in it, " replied the prince. " It's radical. "
" But how did this one survive until now ? "
" Mystery. In any case it makes for some entertainment. "
" Yes, I can imagine, " added Dagon.
Alright, it's not all that but Beelzebub had a little plan in mind and had every intention of trying to implement it.
" Well, what about you ? How are things going here ? " she asked.
" As usual I suppose. There was never anything out of the ordinary down here. "
" I guess no, " said Beelzebub, playing with one of her flies between her fingers. " So, Shax is the new Grand Duke. "
" She is, " affirmed Dagon.
" I'm quite surprised. I thought you would take the place yourself. "
" I thought about it at first but in the end I realized that I wasn't that interested in it. I already have enough titles and enough work. "
" All right, I misjudged, " replied Beelzebub, letting the fly fly away. " Back channels still present ? "
" Yeah, very active. "
" Is it still Michael ? "
" Yep, " affirmed the redhead.
A few minutes passed in silence except that one of the two seemed more tense than usual.
" Does he at least treat you well ? " Dagon asked then.
Okay, Beelzebub was a powerful demon and certainly didn't need anyone to help her out if necessary.
" Even more than that, " she replied. " Probably more than I deserve. "
" So you don’t regret it ? "
" Regret what exactly ? "
" Being... with an angel. Is it good ? Does it work ? " asked Dagon.
" Okay, what's wrong with you ? " Beelzebub finally asked.
Dagon hesitates for a moment before answering.
" How did you kno- yeah whatever. "
Ah, maybe that would be easier than expected, Beelzebub thought.
" How did I know what ? " she asked.
" Whatever, really, " assured Dagon.
" How did I know what ? " repeated Beelzebub. " Speak. "
Even though the Lord of the Flies was technically no longer her superior, it was so ingrained in her that Dagon couldn't help but respond to the command.
" Gabriel, " she blurted.
" Gabriel ? "
Dagon growled in frustration.
" How did you know that... well, you know, " she added, making motions with her hands to try to explain.
" Oh, honestly, I don't know. I didn't even see it coming, it happened by its- " Beelzebub fell silent before narrowing her eyes at her friend. " Who ? "
" No one, " Dagon replied quickly. " I'm just asking. "
" Who ?? "
Dagon suddenly found the wall very interesting and pursed her lips.
" No fucking way. "
" I don’t want to hear anything, " growled the redhead.
" Michael ?? " laughed the former prince.
" Stop laughing. "
" Just admit it. "
" I’m not admitting anything at all. "
" Do you realize that you just did ? " joked Beelzebub.
" Fuck it, okay ? " said Dagon.
Beelzebub scoffed.
" Your tastes suck, seriously, " she told her.
" You say that ? Put a light next to his head, I'm sure she'll come out the other side. "
" He’s not that bad. "
" Pffyeah, if you say so, " said Dagon, leaning back in her chair. " I prefer mine- " she stopped herself.
Beelzebub raised her eyebrows with a smirk.
" Whoa, yours ? Already ready for engagement with your little angel I see, " she joked.
" Fuck you, and she's not little, " replied Dagon. " What ? You're not Prince of Hell anymore, I have the right to insult you. "
" As if that’s ever stopped you before. "
" Not false. "
Beelzebub leaned forward to lean on the table.
" Soo, you just like her or... ? Come on, you can tell me, it stays between us. "
" I don't just like her. I lo-... argh, shut up, don't make me get sentimental. "
" You already are, " Beelzebub told her. " And now ? How do you plan to tell her ? "
" Are you kidding ? I don't intend to. "
" Why not ? Maybe it can work. "
" Haha. " Dagon gave a mocking and sarcastic fake laugh. " Hilarious. "
" I'm serious, you can’t know if you don’t try. It’s been bothering you for a while now. "
" How can you know that ? " asked the duke.
" Since Crowley's trial you have changed. I admit, I didn't realize it right away and I didn't try to find out why. But since I started with Gabriel I ended up recognizing some similarities in our behavior. Besides, you took a phone when you didn't care before and you volunteered to be the backchanels contact, so, caught. "
" So you already knew that ? " asked Dagon and Beelzebub nodded. " ...I feel stupid. "
" Yeah, it’s annoying, I know. "
" She makes me weak, it’s fucking hell, " said Dagon, running her hands through her hair.
" Ironic isn’t it ? "
" Was it really necessary to make me say it out loud if you already knew ? " grumbled Dagon.
Beelzebub showed a sly smile as she looked at her friend.
" Come on. No need to make fun of it, rea- "
" It’s okay, you can come now ! " cried Beelzebub, looking over the redhead's shoulder.
" Wha- " Dagon almost fell out of her chair as she turned around.
There, coming out of what seemed to be a hallway behind, was that damn Archangel Gabriel, with his stupid smile. She looked him up and down, suddenly having a very bad feeling.
" How long have you been here you ? " Dagon asked him.
" Long enough for us to hear what we wanted to know, " he replied.
" Us ?? "
Oh no, you son of... He didn't dare...
She looked quickly at Beelzebub and then back at Gabriel. Still with a very proud air, he stretched out his arm in the corner from which he had come out, to pull the other person who had been hidden there close to him.
Okay, they dared...
Dagon looked back at Beelzebub and whispered a " traitor, you knew. " And seeing her smile, indeed, she knew.
Yeah. Of course, it was Michael.
The poor thing seemed to want to disappear into the ground. Her head was lowered and she didn't dare look at any of the other three people present. She too had obviously been trapped.
" See, I told you so, " Gabriel told her.
" Please, shut up, " Michael managed to whisper.
" Okay, well, we're going to go, " said Beelzebub, standing up to approach Gabriel and grab his arm before pulling him towards the exit, leaving Dagon and Michael alone.
Dagon had to take her courage in both hands to get up and regain the use of speech.
" Michael, what a... surprise, " she said.
Okay, that was embarrassing.
" What are you doing here ? " she asked.
" Gabriel asked me to accompany him for something important. I didn't expect...that."
" So...did you hear everything ? "
The brunette simply nodded, still avoiding her gaze.
" But that was a lie, wasn't it ? " she asked.
" A lie ? "
" You’re a demon, that’s what you’re supposed to do, right ? "
" No I- ...yeah of course. Absolutely. What do you think, " replied Dagon but she herself found her tone false.
That was really embarrassing.
" So there's nothing important here ? " asked Michael.
" Obviously not, " replied Dagon.
" No reason for me to stay ? "
" None, " affirmed the redhead.
" Then I’ll just… leave, " continued the angel.
" Yeah. "
" Good. "
" Good. "
The brunette only had time to take one step back as the door the other couple had exited through earlier suddenly opened and Gabriel leaned through the opening.
" By the way, it’s mutual ! Bye ! " he almost shouted.
" Gabriel !! " cried Michael, blushing heavily.
The two could still hear that jerk laughing as he closed the door.
Michael had buried her face in her hands, at this point she just wanted to be disincorporated and Dagon laughed at their own stupidity.
" We’re two idiots, I think, " she said.
She removed the hands from the face of the angel who still did not dare look at her.
" Soo, you like me ? " she asked, but it was a rhetorical question since Gabriel had already admitted it for her.
Michael, who was always so serious and sure of herself, obviously didn't know where to put herself.
" Ye- no, I mean, yes I-...god, kill me, " she whispered, closing her eyes.
" Nah, I should kill god afterwards, " said Dagon. " I might have trouble. "
" Don’t say that ! " said Michael, reflexively clamping a hand over her mouth.
The redhead lowered her hand but didn't let go. " Are you worried about me ? " she asked.
" You’re unconscious. "
" But you will be there to protect me, won't you ? " asked Dagon. " Don't worry angel, what do you want to happen to me ? "
Good question, it's not like she could fall again.
" So, what do we do now ? " the duke asked her.
" What do you mean ? "
" It seems that I like you and it's clearly mutual, so... "
" I-I guess we can..., " the angel breathed. " I can't believe I'm saying that. I suppose we can... try. But I inform you that I have no idea what I'm doing. "
" Right. There are two of us. "
Dagon looked at their hands, still linked, which she caressed with her thumbs. She really liked the feeling, she could easily get used to it.
" I guess that makes you my hell, " she said.
" Well, you're far from being a heaven, " Michael told her, smiling.
" You are not funny, " huffed Dagon.
" Since when exactly have I been known for being fun- "
The duke cut her off with a sudden kiss and the angel took a step back, surprised.
Oh yeah, that, that was going to be fun.
" What the...? Warn before you do that ! " exclaimed Michael, touching her lips.
" Okay, another. "
" Wha- "
The second kiss lasted longer even though it was inexperienced on both sides. Michael could feel one of the demoness' arms snake around her waist to hold her closer and her own hand came up to grasp the coat.
Dagon's other hand was lost in the brown hair of the angel who moaned against her lips. It was actually a very pleasant experience for both of them.
" It's not so bad, " said Dagon, breaking the kiss and licking her lips. " We'll have to do this more often. "
" I feel like I'm going to regret this, " whispered Michael.
" You have no idea, " teased Dagon, kissing her forehead.
And then, technically, if their relationship didn't impact their work... why not ?