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Beelzebub sighed as she spinned around in her chair again as she looked up towards the dark ceiling. She had suddenly grown very tired of grey and black once Crowley had told her about his soulmate, he loved to talk about the colors. Apparently Beelzebub wore a sash the color of blood. Red? Or how his soulmate loved tartan. The man sounded gay for Satan's sake. Once again she was reminded with the rather annoying thing she needed to do today when Hastur came to speak about it
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Granted she missed Heaven, after she fell but she sometimes hated the reminder, all the happy, lovey dovey angels and there soulmates. Except for Gabriel, which made her laugh. A fucking archangel still clueless on who he would be forced to forever bond and love. The Lord of Flies tried her best to politely greet everyone there before finally sitting down, even through the darkness you could still tell the glimmer. At least there was the smallest bit of color, not exactly but still "Any objections?" She heard Michael say slightly louder than before obviously trying to get the demons attention.Which obviously worked. "Uh zir" Beelzubub replied nonchalantly. Michael clearly rolled her eyes "really then? Perhaps you should try and talk to Gabriel about it then" the angel suggested with a small smirk, Beelzebub gave a huff of annoyance "fine." As Beelzebub opened the door, she wasn't surprised to see the dozens of books and the tiny pile of paperwork that day in th glass desk. The demon being well the demon, purposely went and sat in the pristine leather chair that Gabriel always say in. Nice and comfortable, Beelzebub would never admit it but it was comfortable. In all honesty she hated the way hell felt, it didn't feel comfortable like this in hell "I think you might be in my space" Gabriel explained in a suggesting tone and pointed towards his chair, Beelzebub gave a small chuckle "oh zzis? Nah" "I think otherwise" Gabriel retorted. The Lord of flies gave another chuckle before finally getting up and lying on the couch to be greeted with the darkness of the color black "zo what were we zupposed to discuss?" The demon questioned " The two traitors, Aziraphale and Crowley" The angel explained before sitting on the leather chair to face a now sitting up Beelzebub from what he presumed shock "why?" As much as she sometimes hated when Crowley when on his rants, before Crowley found his soulmate he understood how it felt to feel lonely with this much power overflowing. Questions were evidently problematic " The demon Crowley was seen multiple times with our Angel Aziraphale. Funnily enough you agreed to not let your demon go"