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Belial Thanatos Hayden
Legacy Name: Belial Thanatos Hayden

The Graveyard Telenine
Owner: furiousflamewolf

Age: 10 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 26th, 2015

Adopted: 10 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 26th, 2015

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 1
• Job: Unemployed

Youngest son and heir of the demon king Abbadon.

Being the devils son was not easy. There were duties you had to fulfill. Certain ways you had to act. Certain people you had to associate with. In the end you were always a monster anyway. You were forced into a role you had to fit if you liked it or not. And falling in love with your fathers greatest enemy was not a thing you were allowed to. It was not supposed to happen. The prince of hell and the prince of heaven ?? It was kind of ironic. 5000 years are a long time anyway. Too many things happened since that day. Another 5000 long years passed...

Archdemons like archangels are send down to earth to prevent eachothers jobs. Since the 3rd great war between demons and angels Belial hadn´t seen HIM again. He was disguised as human to fullfill his duty. It´s been 300 years already and Belial was getting annoyed with his job. It was always the same damn thing. Find a human. Be quicker than the enemy. Get the job done. Most of the time Belial spent his time on rooftops watching, the sunset.

However there were other times where he would lay on a dusty couch of an abandoned aparment in the middle of nowhere and dream. He would dream of the days before the war where he´d been younger and foolish. Everytime he would see those beautiful blue eyes and everytime he felt a painful sting all over his back. His fathers punishment. His fathers reminder that he belonged to the demon king alone. A punishment he took upon himself to see those beautiful eyes again if he ever had the chance...

The demon still felt the angels lips on his it was a memory he´d never forget. A silent promise they´d made to each other seconds before the war had started. He couldn´t blame the angel for hating him it was his doing after all. As the heir of the demon king himself Belial had the ability to manipulate others memories. The angel would have blamed himself if he´d remember that Abbadon tortured his own son in front of him. That´s how Michael was he was, kind. To save Michael, Belial swore to obey his father for eternity. He was worthless anyway like the name they gave him...

It was a cold December day and the demon was walking through the streets of New York City. There was a higher chance of people dying of the cold and that meant more jobs to be done. The demon found his next target in form of a small girl. Her hand crushed by her mothers. She looked extremly pale and reeked of disease. Belial knew she wouldn´t make it through this cold harsh winter. Just as he was about to reach her his path was cut off. The demon growled in frustration. "Fucking angels" he thought. He knew he´d lost this soul. The girls lifeless body hit the ground without a sound.

The hooded figure in front of him blocked his path. With each passing second the demon grew impatient and frustrated. Belial was determinated to make that angel pay. With a swift move he spun the angel around and pinned him hard against the wall. His eyes shining dangerously red. The hooded creature didn´t move an inch. In his frustration the demon yanked off it´s hood and stumbled away a few steps when he realized who the angel was...

His breath caught in his throat. "This can´t be true" the demon thought in disbelief. The angel in front of him was none other than his former lover. To Belials surprise he hadn´t changed at all, unlike him. To keep his role intact the demon had changed his hair style and dyed his hair red. No words were spoken between the two they just kept staring at each other for a long time. Just as the demon turned around to walk away he was stopped by a barely audible "wait."

A growl escaped the demons mouth. A low threatening growl. The angel however stood there unimpressed. "Fuck off Michael" the demon roared. His breath was ragged. All of a sudden he felt so tired, so damn tired. And then he felt it that unbearable pain. His knees buckled and the demon tried to support his body with his arms. This wasn´t supposed to happen not here, not now, not in front of HIM. In his attempt to keep in control the demons claws dug into his palms staining the white snow under him bloodred. His vision got blurry and the last thing he felt was a coldness on his cheek when he collapsed.

The next thing Belial saw was a dusty old ceiling. Afraid of his body betraying him again he didn´t dare to get up. He wanted to close his eyes again, when a pair of blue orbs appeared in front of him. Michaels brows were frowned in worry. For a long time neither of the two spoke a word. The angels voice broke the silence. "What happend to your eyes ??" Annoyed, the demon snorted. "That´s all you´ve got Michael ?? After all those centuries you seriously ask what the fuck happend to my eyes ??" He heard the angel breathe clearly annoyed by his response. "Why did you collapse??" he tried again. Frustrated the demon turned his head into the other direction, in order to avoid the angels gaze.

For what seemed an eternity, Belial tried to ignore the other creature. He shouldn´t be here anyway. Michael shouldn´t be near him. He made him feel so weak and vulnerable. The angel rambled on talking nonsense and driving the demon mad. He lost his cool for a second and touched the angels forehead with his finger. After a second, he´d realize what he had done. He had given Michael his memories back, the same memories he had altered to protect him. In his desperation, the demon turned away in shame, hiding his face in his hands.

Michael was standing there, like in a trance trying to process the images that were floating around his head. He hadn´t realized that he was crying until he felt his tears slide down his cheeks. A sob wrenched his throat. When he finally found his voice again he reached out for Belial. Angry with himself the demon avoided the angels touch. He heard a broken, "please" and at that his knees gave out again. In an instant the angels arms encircled his shoulders. Belial felt Michaels tears on his troat...

After some hours, both angel and demon had fallen asleep on the cold hard floor. Arms around eachother. Michaels face pressed against his shoulder. As silent as he could, the demon got up he couldn´t hurt him again. One last time he let his fingers ghost around the angels beautiful face. However before he had the chance to disappear, he was roughly grapped by the collar and pushed against the wall. He felt the angels lips on his and responded to it out of instinct. "Say it" he heard the angel say. The demon was confused for a second. "Say MY name." "Michael" the demon said confused. The angel growled. "Not that one." Belial sighed.

"Mikey" he said softly. At that the angel crushed his lips against the demons again. Caressing his cheek softly. They stayed like that for a while. Foreheads pressed against eachother. It was the first time in 5000 years that Belial felt happy. He felt so damn free. And he continued to hold his precious angel in his arms, never wanting to let go.

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It had been a 100 years since Belial met Michael again. They were on the run together. Trying to shake off their fathers minions. They had been followed over every continent before they manange to shake them off in New York City. Not having many options they went into hiding disguised as humans.

At first Belial didn´t like that idea but after some convincing from his lover he realized it was the best option they had. He wasn´t arrogant enough to challenge fate. If he wanted to keep Michael safe he had to get used to the idea to live as a human.

He loved the angel greatly. He had to make up centuries of pain and lost time. The thingn he could get used to was waking up next to the angel for the rest of his life. They were laying next eachother enjoying the others presence. Belial didn´t want to admit it but he started to like this life.

The demon had his arm around the angels waist. Trailing up soft kisses against Michaels neck. The archangel huffed softly and met Belials lips halfway kissing him sleepily. They should enjoy this while they could. Both of them knew that Abbadon and God would find them sooner or later.

After some time Michael discovered he was pregnant. This was impossible it couldn´t happen. The demon couldn´t describe how he was feeling. He would be a father. He felt something he´d never felt before. His heart swelled with pride. The love of his life was giving him the best gift he could wish for.

After 9 months they had a son. Belial didn´t know what to say. It was an incredible feeling. He felt so proud. Michael named him Jonathan Andrew. He had Michaels hair and Belials eyes. After that Belial made the mistake of feeling safe he got careless. He didn´t realize it would rip his heart out.

The demon had tried to get a job, buy a house, settle down with his new formed family. 400 years passed. Johnny was 4 years old. And the first word he had said was "Dada" and the demon had actually cried at that. He hadn´t realized what a beautiful thing they had created.

Johnny was a hybrid and he could be very dangerous to angels and demons alike. He had a white and a black wing. To the demon and the angel he was the most beautiful creature in the world. The demon couldn´t stop smiling seeing Michael with his little baby.

Belial made a crucial mistake when he got himself a job. He did not see the creatures that were observing him and his new formed family. When he left one morning he did not think that it would change his life and made him to the ruthless monster his father always wanted him to be.

When Belial stepped through the door he knew something was off. The house was a mess. He heard Micheals ragged breathing. One of his brothers had driven a sword into his shoulder. The thing that made his heart stop was seeing his sons head between his fathers large hands...

The Demon King Abbadon did not leave hell he always let his dogs do the dirty work. "Belial, Belial, Belial what have you done kid ?? Having a freak with an angel really I thought you were smarter than that son." Belial swallowed hard this wasn´t supposed to happen...

Abbadon smiled. Before he snapped the childs neck with a swift move. Belial stopped breathing he heard Michael scream behind him. The Demon King walked up to him. "That´s what happens when you betray me son." The demon didn´t realized they had left. He turned around to see Michael sob.Belial couldn´t move. His sons lifeless body lay in front of him. The demon did not feel anything he was numb. "It´s a dream he would wake up and everything would be ok." He didn´t realized that Michael was hugging him crying desperatly into his shoulder...

It took him days to get what had happened. And he got angry incredibly angry. His father had just started a war. Belials eyes changed into a devilish black. He would kill every demon on earth. He would rip their hearts of as they did with his. He kissed Michael softly. The angel didn´t say it but he wanted to see them dead too.

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