#Selena belongs to InfinitNei 💕

[demon-love-story]

𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞¿

a follow up to @truelovespyre 's 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

No chaos of sins left any household sane, the unholy ones have it no better, especially those who specialise in the Sins. And some began to ever cure the nature of their personalities, only Beelzebub had nothing to complain about and they didn't, Leviathan is one that both loves and curses his speciality at the same time.

Usually Leviathan's envy made them stronger, but now the bubbling jealousy inside was a weakness that could barely be hidden.

Having brothers and a sibling Leviathan knows about family jealousy first hand, and experiences it every day from centuries to no end. Being the youngest in the hierarchy as one of the Princes, Leviathan had high demands for himself as an example is be first in everything.

And he didn't suceed many of times, but one thing he refused to let go of is the eldest Prince's mate. One he calls a bride. And had yet to properly court. But she is his, through and through.

Leviathan used to have a mate, someone to call his, but that was way before his demon prime. His mate was one and only of his kind and inked her remembrance into his skin.

As much as being fully against Asmodeus' bond for his reasons, Leviathan knew it was his Sin talking.

Asmodeus' bride is devine indeed, truly a rare beauty among Inferno. And the fact she was a human turned succubus both repulsed and intrigued many, Leviathan included. Something irking within Leviathan told them to be fully against a Prince and succubus ignition, but also knew they want what Asmodeus has and was only bitter about it.

Something Leviathan won't apologize for.

Neither will they apologize for the forward moves on Selena when each other's company. Other Prince's fell into the grand charm of a succubus and so did Leviathan, and for he likes to play with the quiet waves that splash the most he filled in for the heated and bickering company to keep her hinges high. If others so keenly decided to be nice towards the gold-coated succubus then he shall be the opposite of a nice company.

Selena's almost human-like expression of her flame was indeed refreshing. Many kind souls met their end at the bottom of Inferno rings, but not her, and even Lucifer had thought about if she was even worthy to walk among them but being deserted by Heaven and Asmodeus constant arguments there really was no choice in Selena's placement.

Leviathan loves taking walks for hours to no end on the Inferno crimson lands, it barely had any color other than red and he liked it that way, made his odd colors pop up when marching through the trees that wept blood in the high of a crimson night till morning. Their pawed legs always made Leviathan stumble upon Asmodeus' domain, right under king's from the peak of the desert, black mountains.

For centuries he watched Asmodeus' garden of mortal flowers dry and ashen to nothingness at mornings, only for new flowers to be planted and in the next 24 hours will decease again. That was the cycle of Leviathan's morning walks, he watched a life of nature die on their lands of home ever since and marveled in the destruction their realm stayed true to and thought about pitying the gardener in the face on many ocassions.

But Leviathan couldn't bring themself to spit that in the perfect features of Asmodeus' Black Moon, memories of his mate caring for the flora under the sea always played at the very back of his mind.

What he said to himself that despite his immense displeasure, the truth of his action is: she is family. And you are supposed to be subtly vile to your family, not make their life a walking disaster if you can help it.

This high, burning noon Leviathan had no clue how he could end inside the garden of their brother they are currently angry at, but here he is, squatting near the gardening succubus that hummed a forgein tune from Sappho with gentle rocking motion of her body.

Leviathan exhaled, too upset to start a conversation without being too rude after being allowed to stay.

Selena was nearly done with her determined chore, she started at early morning when the dust of ashes settled. She left the Prince of Envy to mumble for himself as she worked, she didn't understand a thing they said but quite understood their situation and left them a peace and quiet while still being a company for them and it seemed to be all that Leviathan ever needed.

"Hey, Eclipse..."

Hm?

Meeting the Prince's gaze, Selena looked at them questioningly, thinking he must be feeling better when using nicknames once more.

"Asmo had flowers on his tusks..." Leviathan trailed off, suddenly unsure whether to voice his request or not.

"Yes, My Lord is so kind to let me decorate his head with flowers as a crown made by my faithfulness for him."

Selena spoke so gently it angered Leviathan for the envy that is bursting inside of his stomach.

Exhaling, Leviathan looked towards the red sky and subconsciously nodded their horned head. "Yous sure are good with flowery things."

Shy blush flushed Selena's cheeks and said a silent 'thank you' before resuming her work, silence fell between them but it was much lighter which is very suprising for Inferno's atmosphere. Leviathan may be still angry at his brother, but a bit less now after a deep sniff of fresh flowers.

[demon-love-story]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 ❝𝕾𝖔-𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉-𝕻𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖟𝖚❞

A follow up to @truelovespyre 's 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪

Parenting isn't easy, never was, and never will be. Some aren't cut off to hold a tag "parent" but they wear it, whether they like it or not. And mortals are ungrateful of them all, at times. Not even the Unholy kin in Inferno didn't understand at times the "God's design", but some shouldn't brag either.

Instead of parents the offsprings had guardians whom saw to their perfect growth to be who they should be and act like it, no emotional strings attached. Selena rather connected to those who did things the "mortal way", and nursed their offsprings on their own.

Many of times Selena wondered if that had been Ashe's fate as well, many of times she asked the serpent girl when morphed into a child momentarily, and at those times her question hadn't been answered. So little was known of her dearest Ashe and her origin.

If the Higher beings ever answered her prayers when being silent in the last epilogue of past life, They had answered now, the one who had any knowledge of her adopted daughter is one of the Princes. The catch is: they doesn't speak, cannot speak. And for the spare hours Selena had this century were used to learn their sign language, when not caring for her mate's garden.

Selena looked at the peaking red moon behind the obsidian mountains over the spread of her majestic wings that ever so elegantly whipped, the dry wind carrying her to her destination. The domain of Prince of Gluttony, it laid below a three story hole by the Hell's gates, built like the Colloseum but more home-like with the round rooftop and a spilling waterfall of blood streaming inside the pit and drowned in crimson anything around the domain walls.

Landing with grace on the roof, she invited herself inside through the wide, balcony door of the top floor.

And as expected, the inside was messy just like last time she'd visited, and the rascal children had no mercy for the owner of this mansion. Selena stepped over books, pillows, and whatnot thought out her way over to the main room that served as a dining room, and bedroom, all three in one.

The giggling and tittering she would recognize any time of her time-less days. Selena opened the door and saw food fling to the other side from her profile view, hitting unceremoniously the demon girl in the head, noting it was a pear that was thrown.

Zurie squealed in displeasure, her big paws missed the fruit by an inch, and now she had the juices all over forehead. Ashe, in her demon-like body, laughed at her friend, no pity at all.

Beelzebub on their big and wide throne of pillows and blankets, sat at the top, a bowl of many fruits at their lap. They hummed, gently but Selena's ears could pick the sound and immediately knew that they were laughing.

Ashe pulled at Beelzebub's bare, giant digit of a toe, grinning from hear to hear and her sneak tongue flicked out a few times. "Pazu! Pazu! More fruit!" She demanded and indeed recieved before running off at unguarded Zurie. "Thank!"

Selena saw it safe to approach the biggest demon of all Inferno, and also the 5th Prince of Inferno. She bowed her jeweled, horned head and it was met with a beaming, spotty smile and a fruit offering. She took the purple grapes out of politeness.

Beelzebub moved to the side, same for their tail and offered up a big pillow Selena usually sat at when visiting, and she immediately got comfortable.

"I hope you have been well, Prince." She turned her head to watch the sight of a food battle, but only for a moment.

Beelzebub stuffed an orange into their mouth before meeting her gaze and finally lifted their big paws. « Food hadn't run out yet, so I'm doing fantastic! »

They said it with their hands so enthusiastically it made Selena smile big. She glanced at the grapes in her hands, then at girls, and lastly at the big bowl that reflected her little grin. "I do believe there will be a short supply of mortal nutriment if they will keeps this up."

Beelzebub beamed with hums, their tail at their thigh whipped up and down.

With this moment of nothing said, Selena remembered what she had picked up when entering this room and curiousity took over her mind. "If I may ask, why had Ashe addressed you as 'Pazu'? Do you go by another title that I don't know of?"

Beelzebub's golden gaze softened and Selena awed at the spotty freckles in their orbs that turned towards the serpent child.

« It's a nickname. Pazuzu, in full... »

Selena watched the slow and elegant motions of the clawed digits, big and gentle.

« ... I do not mean to steal another's title, but she calls me so because I am her guardian. In Mesopotamia, there was this demon that protected mothers and their children. » Beelzebub noticed her devoted attention and smiled bashfully at Selena who was filled with questions.

Selena leaned forward, not noticing the light squeeze of her claws on the fruit she held, something of a hope filled her eyes of blue with specks of gold that greedily desired the truth.

"Prince, is Ashe a Mesopotamian? Was she... Was Ashe a mortal?"

There was a long pause of silence while the Prince of Gluttony brought their paws up, thinking of an answer.

« Maybe. »