Andrew Garcia
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Beelzebub felt something in him shattering and quivering. It was his hands but also something else intangible to him. The house was silent and the fact that he had slept without noticing anyone attacked it could only mean the other person had took control of almost everywhere in the house. His instinct tells him to run. Beelzebub didn't follow his instinct as he knew that if he run now, he would regret this moment his entire life. His first thought was to visit his parent's room as they were the two…
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Beelzebub was locked at his room for the rest of the days when around afternoon, the door of his room which had been closed tightly as the servants feared his father, finally opened. His mother's blonde hair was first to shine over his eyes. "He is a liar. He doesn't protect his own promise." His mother sighed hearing this. Her husband was extremely stubborn but so was her son who inherited many of her husband's qualities, both good and bad. "Honey," Belizabeth spoke but Beelzebub shook his head…
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Beelzebub was forced to greet the people whom he doesn't remember nor know. With his father standing right beside him, he wasn't able to complain much less let his smile falling from his lips. To look like the good boy wasn't exactly difficult as he had to act the same everyday when meeting his father. More guests coming and Beelzebub felt extremely fed up with the guests who keeps praising him for no context. Curious, Beelzebub then looked around from his mother amd father's side to find his uncle,…
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Large red ribbon tied across Beelzebub's white collar. He looked at his mother who entered the room. Seeing how his eyes still looked away from her, she raised her to cue the rest of the servant to leave before quickly walking toward her dearest son. "Honey, are you still angry?" His mother asked. Beelzebub didn't looked at his mother and pulled his white socks in silence. It was not only anger that he felt for being slapped across the cheeks but also disappointment to his mother who had only watched…
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A word hadn't been shared between them when his father had raised his hand and slapped Beelzebub across the cheeks. Their height difference was overwhelming and so was the presence that he bears. Beelzebub's smaller body staggered over and he almost fell on the floor but he refused to do so. His body was small but that didn't mean his pride was as small as his body. He wouldn't allow himself to cower or show fear to his father whom he both respect, fear, and also smeared by a little hatred. "Do you…
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The woman looked at him in fear like the rest of the days since they first met. Beelzebub walked over her, tilting his head, "It still smells like blood." "The wounds I took will take a month or more to heal," the woman replied and Beelzebub hummed. "Seemed like that is one of the drawbacks of being a human. For now you will be safe if you decide to not become stupid and left this greenhouse. It is the only place that could take you in and I am certain for you it is your safest place, don't you?"…
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The woman gulped. She rejoiced when she saw it was a child that had found her, believing that like the children in humans' world, it would be easy to trick him and escape. But the children of Hell was much different from the ones she knew. Beelzebub was definitely young in her eyes but he was sly, much crueler, and also hold a twisted morale which humans couldn't comprehend due to their humanely beliefs. "But it won't be fair if only I who receive the answer to my questions. I can offer you a help,…
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Beelzebub when he was younger once dreamed to be the strongest demon in Hell. Like how heroes started as a normal civilian, Beelzebub once had a childhood like no others. In comparison to many demons in Hell, he had a once peaceful life with his family. "Your boots," his mother voice echoed when Beelzebub ran across the hallway of their house. The house was located somewhere in Hell, at one of the safest land where war rarely occurred. His mother and father was a high demon, their bloodline…
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Esther turned her body to face Venervy. Her shocked face, colored with panic was enough answer for Esther to know that her guess was correct. "That device, the hallucination location, and Dalton's sudden arrival in Asmodeus's gambling house. All of them, wasn't it connected?" Esther asked while staring at Venervy's eyes. She traced back with her mind, following her first routes until she arrived here. Knowing Ian, her niece's husband, he wasn't one to make a move without a plan. And to add, her…
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Venervy stomped her feet as she went to take a device that would help them to teleport to the mortal world without needing too much time. The device was compact and was in a seize of her hand, there was magical spell written in it. While Venervy angrily activated the device by inserting her magic inside it, Esther watched the device with curiosity when she noticed the red marking lines that weren't written using demonic language but something else. "I hope your weak self won't throw up after a simple…
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