beelzebub:

everyone has heard the name beelzebub at least once in their lifetimes. having built her reputation even during the time jesus christ tried to save the world from too much sin, beelzebub has gained several titles befitting of a demon of her power: lord of the flies,

                        prince of demons,

                                         chief of hell,

                                                     lord of the heavens.

some even thought beelzebub and satan were one and the same, beelzebub only being another of satan's many forms. beelzebub was an angel, gradually falling from grace as satan had planted his beliefs on her head, and soon, she had thought that that was supposed the way to leave their lives. they were worth much, much more than serving the humans, and so she fell from heaven.

she soon built her demonic career by spreading belief in false gods, fanning the flames of war and lust, and possessing human bodies to carry out horrific acts. she does not just eat - she needs to have fun before she does. after all, a meal tastes better when you're having fun, correct?

however with each meat and flesh she ate, with each soul she took, her mind was slowly driven to insanity. she gradually began to hate eating, but she could not help it. she was hungry, too hungry, her hunger could not seem to be satisfied by the mere flesh she ate.

she had cared for satan, she truly did, but when her mind snapped from the madness that claimed her rationality, and she began to blame satan for everything that happened to her, despite the prince of wrath being the closest to her back in heaven. the effect had been too much, and soon enough, she had forgotten everything about heaven, and could only remember her hatred for satan. 

despite having the titles, lord of the flies and lord of the dung, beelzebub is a beautiful woman whose beauty stands at the same level of the angels that god loves so much. many humans who have not seen her true form claim that she is a smallish creature, an ugly withered and hunched demon, with either red or purple skin, ram horns, a forked tongue, and a long tail. the only things they have gotten correct there are the horns and the tail.

she possesses a pair of wings similar to that of a fly's, which is where she has gotten the title of lord of the flies. flies were born out of rotting flesh and crawled out of corpses to take to the air. they spread diseases, the ugly, ugly truth of the humans' true selves.

lalisa:

lalisa displays a playful nature, and even with her titles, this nature of hers allows demons to approach her easier than most of the other heads. however she wants her authority to be acknowledged at all times, which is why she refuses any nicknames made by demons lower than herself. she is rather prideful, and she dislikes any demons or humans who do not know their place, and she makes sure that they remember it.

she is not above using vulgar language and verbally abusing others. she enjoys mocking and challenging others (though no one really dares to, because who would, when they're about to challenge the great beelzebub?}. she does not like it when people under her are rude and arrogant. she shows no hesitance with displaying violence and will most likely rip your tongue off if you say even the smallest of words to piss her off.

and she will eat it. in front of you, even.

she has a weird way of showing her 'affections' to other people she is not exactly hostile with. it is not a secret that she values her employees more than most of the citizens of hell. she respects each and every one of the department heads, except satan. she still has not moved on from the loss she experienced when she was so close to killing and overthrowing him.

she craves chaos, destruction, and she wants the idiotic humans to succumb to their lusts, to their jealousy, pride, greed, and rage, so that their souls will become even tastier and she'll end up with a satisfied stomach after watching a fun, fun episode.

lalisa has shown both sadistic and masochistic tendencies, loving pain as much as inflicting it. some may say she is pushing her luck too far, risking her life for something that is not worth it. she cannot answer why exactly. she can say it is for the thrill. she can say that perhaps she just wants to feel. or maybe, just maybe, she wants death.

abilities:

☢ as the demon of gluttony, her stomach is an endless void. no matter what or who she eats, it does not affect her in any way, except the taste. she hates it when food tastes bad.

☢ she is also immune to poison and is able to poison others with her touch instead.

☢ she is exceptional at possessing and hypnotizing humans (and demons, to a certain extent). she uses this to cause chaos in the human world, and sometimes in hell too, just to piss satan off.

☢ her wings allow her to take flight, though she is able to fly without them. she is much faster and agile with her wings, however.

☢ she has the flies under her every beck and call. she can control them to limitless extent, and she uses them to collect the souls of her victims.

☢ she has, if not the fastest, high regenerative ability that allows her to survive even the ones that can surely kill a demon of her stature. this ability does not allow her to die unless she's blown into bits.

some fun facts maybe:

☢ she has possessed a human king before. perhaps even the reason why the world wars happened.

☢ her tail and her horns are sensitive, so she does not let anyone touch them very often. is her number 1 erogenous zone.

☢ she started a revolt against satan a long, long time ago. it was a success until she realized she could not kill satan. she still hopes to kill him.

☢ the fight against satan had taken a lot more than she expected, and when it ended, she had exhausted most of her power, her body transforming into that of a child's to adjust and regain her power. she stayed in child form for exactly fifty years before she was back to her original form.

♡ call me nana or by my muses' names! i don't mind which!

♡ timezone is gmt+8. i'm usually online and active during the evenings and the weekends. the online sign is a big liar.

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♡feel free to poke me after ten days of not replying. chances are i just forgot - or i don't have the muse to reply quickly.

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♡ do not give me short af replies. by short, i mean a single paragraph with three to five lines. i'll most likely not reply as my muse would easily disappear then. i love details & i'm always up for anything with my characters!

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their heartbeats matched each other, throbbing in sync with their hands entangled together. the world was silent, the heavens were at peace, and it felt as though everything was simply perfect just the way it was. her head rested above his shoulder, his cheek touching her hair. his finger caressed her hand, and her fingers seemed to fit perfectly in between his own.

there was something beautiful with the tranquility that befell upon them; with the serenity that covered their own little world. it felt right, like pieces of a puzzle merging together to create one magnificent masterpiece. it felt like home, like the warmth in the middle of winter; that small light that glinted when despair took over.

for some reason, this felt familiar and foreign at the same time. her heart ached for something that was within her reach yet it felt as though it was far, far away from her grasp. her hold on him tightened, and she looked up at him to speak, to ask him what this emotion was, but suddenly, he was not there.

she realized she was alone in the dark, void of any other living being other than herself. suddenly, she could not breathe, the sudden realization of him leaving her for good too suffocating for her body. her hands clawed at , until it bled, and her hands were bathing in her own dark, dark ichor.

she opened her eyes. she was greeted by the dark walls of her office, the light from her windows causing shadows to cast upon her figure. she pushed herself up from her table, blinking. somehow, her hands felt empty, and her heart was longing for something that she could not fathom. her orbs narrowed at her palms. "what was that...?"

she wished for death.

flames ate the outline of her wings, consuming the magnificent feathers, scorching the sculpture that god himself had made for her. as she fell from the heavens, thrown out of the holy gates, fire flew after her figure, hoping to eat her entire being. the pain was unbearable - it felt as though her whole existence was being extinguished, purified by the immaculate blaze. 

it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt.

she screamed, hands reaching out to someone, something, anything. her body kissed the earth, the impact creating a large crater surrounding her petite form. she clutched onto her back, as though the mere action would stop the excruciating pain from spreading throughout her whole body. her wings had now thoroughly disappeared - the very symbol of her being was now gone. 

"then what does this make me?" she yelled out to god, voice hoarse and dry from the suffering she had just gone through. 

"the vilest, most disgusting creature ever made."

darkness shot out from her back, from where her wings were supposed to be. her body arched from the piercing pain that was injected into her being, the darkness forming into bones, skin, a new pair of wings replacing her majestic ones. this time, it was not beautiful. this time, it was not pure white. this time, it was ugly. this time, it was filth. 

horns replaced her halo, a demonic tail forced itself out of her body. vermillon hues claimed her golden irises, and she hated how midnight shades took over the color of her veins.

crimson tears poured out of her eyes, tainted her porcelain skin with the scarlet hue. her limbs, too weak to keep her up, collapsed, and her physique fell to the ground, too frail to even breathe. she was ugly. she was too ugly. her whole body twitched in agony, her lips parted. she could not even say a single word. she felt too weak, too delicate, too ugly. 

she did not want anyone to look at her.

"repent. repent, little demon. suffer for all the sins you have committed. you shall be hailed as the worst of them all, a being that no one would ever accept. live your punishment until the day you die."

the words barely registered in her mind. she could only reach her hand out to nothing, to no one. she was far too different from the angel that she used to be. she gasped a sharp breath, before two words fell pass her lips.

"i'm. . . hungry."

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