Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Bell arrived to an empty house. Nevaeh was simply out, she must've gone shopping or something. Five minutes before their date. He didn't want to open up his senses yet, as he hadn't shown her who he truly was. He would simply wait for her to come back. He sat on the hood of his jet black car, picking lightly as his pressed collar on his dark suit. It was uncomfortable, but he had to dress up nicely. She was worth it. He would wait. Three hours later, he had accepted she wasn't here. She wasn't answering her phone, which was unusual. She never ignored him, especially when they had plans. He looked up from his space on the hood of his vehicle, towards her house. He thought of how many she'd gone to, and how she'd always let him know when she was leaving. It seemed not this time, however. Thoughts races through his mind of what could make her bail on their plan. Perhaps she had found out from her father what he was, perhaps she just was tired of him and wanted to get him away from her in a way that would hurt him. His rage was beginning to build as he looked angrily from behind a veil of white strands of hair that fell past his ruby eyes up towards her house. He jumped off the hood of the car, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. Traces of smoke began to come from his outfit, as he walked towards the front door. One knock, and the door flew off its hinges with a loud crash. Coming in. The normally upbeat and jovial tone of his voice was replaced by an angry hiss from behind his teeth. He had been betrayed, by the father, and by his friend. The person who made him feel human. It was time to cast those weak feelings aside. His senses opened as he touched his true nature, and he discovered Nevaehs phone was left within. He walked to it, lifting it up from where it had been left. She could've called him. She could have let him know a direction, he would've found her. Whatever caused her to leave, it was clear she wasn't hurt. Her suitcase wss gone. She had left with her father, not bothering to tell him this time. The father had failed their bargain from long ago. The phone melted to slay in his hand, as his body began to transform. The house burned to the ground with nothing remaining, as Belphegor rampaged. His anger was vicious, and unrelenting. Once he heard the sirens of incoming rescue teams, he spread his long, sinewy wings as he took flight, his jet black skin hiding him as he took to the night sky. His last act of kindness for the family he would help them disappear. If they crossed again, he would ensure they were made to regret breaking a demonic bargain. Cast against the moonlight, the horrifying silhouette was only visible for a few seconds before the Demon vanished. - - - - - - Years passed, as Belphegor made his name feared once more. He had spent too long playing at being human. She was the only thing that had made it worthwhile, and he once more embraced his true nature. With every soul he gained and dedicated to his abilities, he grew stronger. Small beads adorned his tattered and torn belt that hung loosely on his broad waist, each bead containing a soul that offered him power. He was not one to be trifled with, and he was ruthless to those he sought to destroy. Yet, he had never attempted to seek out Nevaeh. Something within kept him from taking his vengeance, something that he disregarded and tried not to think about. He spent far too long dwelling on why she would've abandoned him. Now, he needed to focus on the future, he couldn't afford to spend time debating on chasing down someone he didn't know if he could kill. One day, after being summoned for a contract, he found himself face to face with her father. A snarl creeped across his massive fangs that dripped with a viscous poison. I should kill you where you stand. I... I know you're angry. You have every right yo be. But Nevaeh's been taken, The man began. Belphegor waited before furthering his plan to kill the man, seeming frozen by the words he stated. Anger welled up within him as he noted traces of... worry? It was an emotion he had become unfamiliar with. I'll give you whatever it takes. You can take everything I own, you can take my soul, he pleaded. He seemed different than before. Perhaps he felt repentant for the lifestyle he chose that led to his daughters capture. Still, this offer was one Belphegor couldn't turn down, as a soul was on the line. Your soul. But I'll collect immediately. Do we have a deal? His voice was a rolling hiss, the words stricken with venom and holding an ethereal weight to them. The man nodded in acceptance, more than enough to seal the contract. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, he fell a dark fluid dripping from it, the toxic fluid seeming to generate from nowhere as it filled his lungs. His skin tone changed as the fluid began to come out of his pores. The price of the betrayal. This will hurt. But Nevaeh will be saved. I will not harm her without a contract to do so, he promised as the man began to grasp at his own throat, unable to breathe and choking on the dark matter. His eyes began to leak the same fluid, giving him a ghastly visage as he looked up at Belphegor for the last time. He succumbed painfully, and from his mouth, a small bead emerged. Belphegors thin tendril of a tail shot out and wrapped around it, lifting it to his belt and forming a new notch for it. Now, time to go see an old friend... he hissed, her location coming to him from the power of his new soul.