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Date: December 25, 1999
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Lobby
Status: Private - Beelzebub, Adam (complete)
Summary: Beelzebub and Adam speak.



His hand ticked by his side; he kept it from rising to his lips. Tongue slid out, tasting strawberry, and he gave a grin that was more tainted by sin than not.

This was where he would find the Antichrist. Lucifer's whelp, gone astray. The idea of the little snot defecting made his stomach turn, he could hardly believe, but he would see it for himself, then.

This darkness that shrouded him; he walked in it, breathed it in, welcoming. There was no reluctance in his manner, no hidden joy in his heart at the prospect of escaping Hell into the Antichrist's protection. But he would see, he would see. Lucifer was his master, Lucifer and the game he played the only passions in his bleak, chaotic existence. He reveled in it.

Teeth worrying at his lips, he placed his pale arms on the front desk and waited for the omniscent brat to notice he was there.

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Adam stood very still as Beelzebub looked at him. When he'd finished he spoke in a measured tone.

"I expect that you do want to stay and you can say it however you want. You're welcome to so long as you don't hurt anybody."

He looked directly into the demon's face, blue eyes flashing, but his voice remained level.

"And in my realm I can stop you from doin' anythin' I like, but out of courtesy, I generally won't. I'm not my father, Beelzebub, but you don't wanna cross me either."

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"I like your spirit, little one," Beelzebub murmured to himself, weighing the implied threat in the undertones of the Antichrist's turn of phrase. It made him quiver a bit in excitement, to be so close to such a lovely font of power. So young and vibrant and nigh untried.

"I can follow your rules." Like a well-trained dog.

His fingers jerked against his thigh, curling in the loose fabric of his pale trousers, wanting to touch that serene face to see how the child would react.

Was terrified that Adam might not recoil.

The thought of contact with flesh made him burn in unpleasant ways; a smothering phobia.

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"That's fine then," said Adam coolly, picking up on the strange undercurrent that ran between the two of them. He assumed it must have something to do with the fact that the demon served his real father.

"Was there anythin' else you needed? If you're lookin' for a room or somethin' you'll need to talk to the marquis. And if you need information, I'm sure that one of the demons that are here will be able to provide it for you."

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Beelzebub danced his fingers lightly across his abdomen, eyelashes fluttering half-closed. Smiling, humming, weighing his options. Lucifer's son had the same intensity to his eyes as his father.

Not thinking about Adam's eyes on him. No.

He flicked his tongue across his lips. Once. Twice. Glistening pale pink and sweet strawberry.

"As you say, child, as you say," he purred.

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Feeling slightly disconcerted at Beelzebub's odd behaviour, Adam nodded sharply.

"All right then. I'll prob'ly see you later."

And he headed back to his room, careful not to walk too quickly.