>Be Beezelbub >Be one whole day (and a bit) after the little snoot booping incident >Lying there on your bed staring at the ceiling >You can’t stop thinking about it >The way he had you pinned there with that strength you know all too well >The surprised look in his eyes >The warm sensation of his skin >Pleasant and homely, like a cozy fireplace on a cold night compared to your wild hot smoldering touch… >The more it plays out in your head, the more you feel embarrassed and annoyed >You almost had him >Well, you were running awa-tactically withdrawing >Yeah, tactically withdrawing, it was all part of your grand strategy >But he had to go and boop your nose >One of the most sacred places on either Daemon or Angel Hare! >It made everything just…awkward >And it was all totally his fault! >You could feel your cheeks flush as you thought back to it >Eugh >Stupid Zagzagel >Stupid Angel Hare with his stupid soft glossy grey fur >And his stupid Vanilla scent >... >You glance over to the draw where his severed ear lies all these months later >Perfectly preserved >Of course Angel parts don’t decay >... >No, now is not the time to smell it >You sit up with a huff >You can’t get that stupid Hare out of your head, despite your best effort >Maybe it was time to pay him a visit, break the long established routine and catch him off guard >You doubt he’ll be expecting an attack not longer after your recent skirmish >You look over at the clocks on your wall >The clock listed as ‘Hell Time’ had it’s fingers spinning widely without ever stopping >Checks out >But the clock listed as ‘Earth Time’ was set to 03:21 >It was night time on Earth >Perfect >A devious smile crosses your lips >You’ll get the fucker while he sleeps >Oh how devilish Beezy-er Beezlebub >Be Zagzagel >Be asleep >ZZZZZ >Be Jonah >Be asleep in bed curled up with Gabby under the covers >ZZZZZ >Be Gabby >Be asleep in bed curled up with Jonah under the covers >Repeatedly kicking him in the gut while you dream >ZZZZZ >KICK KICK KICK KICK >Be Francis >Be two streets over >Be rummaging through the neighbors trash can >”Oh an applecore, well golly gee, lucky me!” >Be the neighbors Pitbull >BARK BARK BARK >Be rushing towards Francis full pelt >Be Zagzagel >Be still asleep >Be totally unaware as a patch of darkness in the corner of your bedroom somehow grows even darker, like some void of oblivion >Have no idea that a shadowy figure slowly rises up from the darkness, a pair of brightly glowing yellow eyes the only thing discernable >Be Beezelbub >Loom over your prey >He’s fast asleep >He has no idea his death is now at hand >Oh why didn’t you do this millenia ago?! >You grin manically as you approach >From your outstretched hand, a sword of pure obsidian forms, point first from your palm >As you close the distance you pause >He looks so…peaceful >Thanks to being a Daemon Hare, darkness means nothing >You can see perfectly as though it were day >He looks content and comfy… >You reach out a hand to caress his cheek >But you stop yourself at the last second >What are you doing? Kill him! >You will, you…you just need a moment. This is way easier than you imagined >Who cares?! You’ve waited thousands of years for this >You know…It’s just…You can’t describe it. You wanted a challenge. It feels…cheap >Cheap? Admit it you’re just scared >What? No! >You are! You’re worried if you kill that stupid Angel you’ll have nothing to left to do! >Am not! There’s plenty I could do.I could, uh, maybe take up gardening….or baking….yeah! >Uh-huh >Buttttt, what I will say (to myself) is that if I DO kill him like this, well there’s just no honour in it >Since when did you care about honour? >Since forever! >Yeah you’re just making excuses now >Am not >Am too! >Shut up! >No, now kill him! >No! >Yes! >But- >Do it! >I- >Slay Zagzagel! >Well- >KILL HIM! >You can’t take it anymore, you raise your sword and let out a deafening warcry. >”AAAAAH!!!” You rip away the covers in one fluid motion as you rush towards him! >You gasp and freeze at the sight before you, eyes going wide >Oh…he’s wearing nothing under there… >Nothing at all… >Nothing at all… >Nothing at all… >Be Zagzagel >Random screaming wakes you >Why do you feel cold? >You open your eyes >Thanks to being an Angel Hare, darkness means nothing >You can see perfectly as though it were day >See Beezy stood over your bed, she has her sword raised in her hands >She’s staring at you >She’s staring lower, at you’re…uh, you get the idea >... >You suddenly scream >She screams >she staggers back, hand rushing over her eyes to block her eyesight >”Why the hell are you naked?!” >”I like to sleep in the nude! Hey, why are you even here anyway?!” >”Trying to kill you, obviously. Eugh put some pajamas on or something!” >”No! This is my room!” >She keeps lowering her hand and stealing glances at you >She does this several times while you yell at one another >You call your own holy blade in a shimmer of light, leaping off the bed and readying yourself for combat >”Alright then, you want to fight me Beezy, then let’s do it.” >She flushes hard. “No-no we are NOT doing it. Not in your room, not while you’re naked. SEVEN HELLS WHY IS IT LIKE THAT?!” >”IT’S ADRENALINE! STOP LOOKING AT IT AND IT’LL GO DOWN!” >You reach over and hold a pillow up to cover your modesty. “There, happy?” >”No, not really uh, this is just-this was a bad idea, I’m just gonna go home, okay?” >She begins walking away to the dark corner in the room and starts to sink away into the inky void. >”Uh I’ll get you next time, ect ect you know the routine.” >At the very last second a tendril lashes out, slapping away the pillow and exposing you to her sight as she sinks away >... >... >”I know you’re still down there Beezy. I can see in the dark too, remember?” >She let’s out an “Eep” before finally leaving >You glance down at yourself >You’re gonna have to sort **THAT** out >Be Beezelbub >Be lying on your bed yet again, pillow over your head as you grind your legs together >You can’t stop thinking about it >”FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”