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unknownfrom34 · 11 months ago

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A Moth to The Flame

I know that Beelzebub was referred to as the Fly but the title had to fit here as it was the first thing I thought of. Another dish gift for @muzzleroars to feed a lot.

The story will take place long before the Archangels' birth. So enjoy this dinner I have set up for you all! 💋

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IT BURNS.

He thrashed around, blinded by panic and pain-

IT HURTS IT HURTS IN HURTS

He can't recall what those things he was throwing at the seemingly squishy surface, four appendages with five numbs for each one-

IT BURNS IT HURTS IT BURNS IT HURTS SO MUCH THAT IT FEELS, IT WAS LIKE HE WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

With a strangled half-grunt mixed with a short scream and bubbles floated out of himself, he managed to bursts though the surface. He panted and writhed from the sudden adrenaline rushing through his veins and heart. He curled in on himself and shut his eyes tight as he breathed in and out too fast that he can't process what was happening all around him. He was suffering from a panic attack due to bursting himself out of that egg but why?

Why Why Why Why Why why why why why why why!? Why god-!!? The thoughts had suddenly stopped in their tracks once he felt something else besides what he is feeling at the moment. It took him a solid second or longer that it came from back of his head. A hand. A hand that is pleasantly warm.

"Can you hear me?" A voice questioned him, it was fairly gentle and filled with concern. "I am here." He wasn't sure if he can look at... Whatever its paw belong to at the moment, his lungs were being abused by his own breathing before that first gentle touch had came onto his head. It slowed a little but still fast. "Breathe slow, let us calm you down."

Was that an...? What is even the voice is asking him him to do?

He wasn't sure but he did tried to but a sob and hiccup had left him as his body was now beginning to process what had happened to him.

He thrashed in a blind panic and a half-shout. The voice was startled as he heard it shouted "Be careful, child! Oh Father have mercy...!" before feeling that hand and another hold onto his right shoulder, possibly to hold onto him or pin him down or what it can do but he was strong yet gentle.

It was ragged and harsh at first but then he felt air enter his lungs and left him as he breathed through his nose and then mouth and then nose again. The shaking he was producing had crawled to a stop saved for a moment of shudder crawled up his spine. That feeling was gone but it still lingers. His eyes turned towards the person who helped him. This "face" looking at him back has only have one eye. •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Much he had learned from the angel that helped whom he learns that the angel was a seraph who was famous around this strange realm he was born into.

Nine spheres of Heaven or simply called Heaven. Why he was famous is that he can raise the morning Sun up on the spheres and the empty sphere filled with water and dry lands decorating it. The Morning Star was named Lucifer. "I am sure that you have many questions." Lucifer looked at him after he covered him with a blanket as they both sat on the most comfortable pillows. A long trip to his personal bed chambers was tiring for the Seraph as he was tasked to bring him, whom the strange being who he calls "the Father" which in return called him "Beelzebub." What does that mean?

Was it a term? Was it a name?

He looked at Lucifer as he gripped the blanket tightly as if it was his life line. He was born with such a traumatic way was one thing but it stunned him further once he realized more about himself. He wasn't born with two arms, he was born with four of them. He wished that he was honest with himself but he doesn't wish to look at them, all of them, he just rather hide inside the blanket and look at Lucifer with polite more than respect of the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts. "I..." It was the first time he talked. His voice was horse from what happened. "I am afraid I have too many." He apologized, he lowered his head down, letting his eyes closed at once. "This is all just..." he stopped himself with unease. "This is so much to take in."

He then looked up to the Seraph. "Just... why am I called Beelzebub?"

Lucifer held his tongue for a moment, basically thinking a way to answer his question to which he does so right away for this weary Power. "It is your name." Lucifer answered reassuringly as he raised his hands a little bit. "Given upon your birth as I was the First."

"The First?" He cocked to the right. "You were the First?" "Yes, I am the First to be born." The Seraph hummed notedly with a nod. "I was born by His hands, giving a part of Himself for I shall live a life as the Light Bringer."

"What is Light Bringer?"

"I who brings Light to all, the Father wished this for our universe." Now it is Beelzebub's turn to held his tongue of his own. Turning over the words he spoke for a moment with curiosity. "Then why am I born to His realm?" He spoke his new question to the Morning Star, straighten his head upright. "What is my purpose here?"

"Well," He hesitated for a moment, recalling the talk between him and the Lord, "I was told that you will serve as my Guardian." He answered lightly as possibly. "In fact, you are the 34th angel to be born this year. So," He placed his hand over to where his mouth should be and lets out a chuckle. "You are quite in last place as I was in lead of the race, aren't you not?"

Beelzebub said nothing but stared at him, rather confused to why he sounded like that.

Lucifer took notice right away.

"It was a joke, my friend." Lucifer explained himself, he now recalls that he was new to this life as he tilted his head to the right. "I have merely forgotten you are just recently born."

"I do not know of the "Joke," Lucifer." Beelzebub said with a shrug. "I have still have so much to learn. Much like my role as your Guardian, what is Guardian?"

Lucifer looked at the Power, with patience, he said "Well, a word guardian is someone must protect something or someone important, we may never or already know that it or they may be something of great significance to political or religious standards." he then looked at him slightly. "Are you understanding any of this?"

Beelzebub nodded.

"I do."

"Very good." Lucifer smiled. "Do you have more questions?"

"I afraid I have more to count." He regretfully answered, hung his head before his holstered it back upright to look at the Morning Star once more. "What is the Father? Who is the Father? Where did He come from?"

Lucifer stayed silent for a moment. "It was..." He started to say, a little taken aback by it with surprise. "They are quite interesting questions I must admit." He placed his hand on his head, seemingly trying to think up an answer to say for this curious Power. "You see, I have asked those very same questions to the Father when I was first born from the fires of pain but love and adoration."

"You did?" Beelzebub was interested right away, looking at him further. "What did he answer you?"

The Seraph paused for a moment, he had never had this angel in his presence before but this is going to be an interesting evening. "The Father had ran off from His own home universe in the void, he wished to have one where the Light and Dark will co-exist with these Spheres. But His family..." He trailed off for a moment, looking up at the ceiling as if he was worried to finish the rest before ultimately decided to do so to satisfy the Power's curiosity.

"His family, more talented in created realities far more grander and more terrible than the last, laughed at this idea and doubt Him. He had spoke more of His story but if I had to cut this story short; His relations with His people had ended on a sour note." "It has?"

Lucifer nodded once with a closed eye. "It was bad but He was able to prove them wrong further but I will explain more to you later." He studied him after revealing the backstory of how all things came to be, taken notes of his body movements as one who is tired. "You looked tired, my friend."

"Tired?" He yawned, he sounded defiant to Lucifer's words. "I am not tired, Light Bringer."

"Than why did you yawn?" He shot back, a knowing glare with a half-shut eye, if he has eyebrows, no doubt that one will be raised to somewhere higher than Heaven itself.

"What is "Yawn?"" He asked, trying to act like he does not acknowledge it. "It usually means you are tired. That is what." Lucifer pointed it out, a slight dinge of amusement towards the Power's disregard of his state. Defeated, his face-wings tilted downward as he looked pity.

"Ah."

Lucifer shook his head with his eye shut gently, his dark 'mask' seemed to be a bit mischievous. "I shall tell you more of this yawn in the morning, my friend."

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The morning was... Pretty eventful.

He had woke up to the song of the heavenly voice calling out from the outside the still-darken sky of the Eighth Sphere of Heaven and having caught his attention when he noticed the balcony. He got out of his bed which was the floor turned into a big bed for guests, mostly newborn angelic choirs due to the Father's creations.

He stopped short once he stood near the railing when he noticed a hint of light over the horizon before the sun rose upwards and with it, a small dark figure with burning wings with arms raised with such talent. Morning has come and he had a front-row seat of seeing it happening before him.

Looking closer at the flying figure coming closer, he realized that it is Lucifer. He took a few steps backwards to let the Seraph make a graceful landing on the railing with two feet and hands settling onto it, like a most beautiful creature ever created by God.

"Have I disturb your slumber, Beelzebub?"

The Power blinked a few times before he shook his head violently, letting the question settling in with a stutter.

"Um... No really, Lucifer." He answered, placing one of his four hands settling on his head, tenderly petting his flames resembling an insect fur with closed eyes. "I have just woke up."

Lucifer cocked his head to the right, seeing through his lie but he did apprentice it. "I hope it wasn't too tiring." he said as he setting his first foot down and then the second, sitting on the railing with his hands on either side of his form. "I assume that you have come to see what I, the Morning Star, have brought forth."

"I have seen it, and no wonder why the Father had called you the Morning Bringer, thy Prince of Heaven."

Lucifer chucking, admiring the praise. "Oh thank you, Beelzebub. At ease." he lifted his hand slightly to ease the Power to which he does so. He assumed that the Guardian role is settling in already.

"Why did the Father fit you the role of raising the small ball of fire?" "The sun, you mean?" Lucifer looked at him quizzically. "The Father had no means to raising it when he first created everything, he did try but failed to do so but after being the first angel ever born and seeing that I was able to with my power of His Light, he had appointed the role onto me with the mantle of the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts."

"Interesting."

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Beelzebub learned more behind Lucifer's birth since he already had told him what happened before his birth, but he learned what had happened afterwards. The mantle of Prince of Heaven created for Lucifer, the creation of a few more angels a year after, creation of fountains of light, teaching other newborn angels, the failed attempts to have a helm over his 'face' via Light fountains, the building of the cities in Heaven.

Tea was something to calm the nerves is something he like to look forward for after being taught by the leader of the several angelic knights, Azazel.

"It must've been tiresome," Lucifer had said the other day after training. "You are getting better at discipline everyday."

It is true, it is tiresome but it must've been the same for Lucifer as well, raising the sun each day with artistry and love.

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Something had took his interest, while walking home one day, he had noticed two angels in private alone in a dark corridor of the palace. Man and woman.

The first one was dancing first, wings on display as they fluttered and spread to reveal a glow of pink and white. The woman did the same. The look in their eyes is saying something, recalling what he was taught in training with Azazel: Study your opponent, find a weakness.

Weakness usually ranged from a crack in armor to emotional.

From what he found, it was affectionate, care, and... And love.

He wasn't sure about this dance or what it meant but it shared a same traits with Lucifer. Artistry and love.

He wondered if...

No, no it is not right. He shouldn't meddle with the higher authorly of Heaven, and on the safe side, he could ask Lucifer about it himself with gentle question if he asked how his day was.

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He can tell when the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts is troubled, from the way he talked about the current affairs' of the Nine Spheres and his body language. They said it all.

Lucifer had said that the Father appeared to be more tired than usual, like a dimmed candle light flickering, threatening to go out completely. He spoke whenever he talked to him, it seems like it was catching up to him and to make matters worse; more unfinished stars have exploded to where they are.

Beelzebub had to shield the one he had vowed to the Father to protect from the falling debris but Lucifer would've used a halo to shield them both but Beelzebub, oh so persistent, prevented him in doing so, a few sharp ones landed on the left side of his back, near to the spine by an inch and the other to the shoulder.

Only five of the unfinished, unstable stars exploded. That's all.

"You are an moron, Beelzebub." Lucifer scolded him with mixture of annoyance and worry for his guard. "You truly are one. You hear me?" he spoke further as carefully placed a warm clean wag on his shoulder, cleaning off the blood. Other Beelzebub's arms had helped out on holding a few bandages and gauzes as they self-bandaged himself around the waist and half his chest.

"I had made an oath to protect you." He defended himself. "That is what I have only done." As his helm looked at his one-eyed visage. Lucifer rolled his visible eye. "You know that I could protect us both but why prevent me from doing so? You've got yourself hurt." His gaze soften lightly. "You could've died if I didn't threw my halo over our heads after your hold had weaken."

"I didn't died because of the halo that has your handsome face on it had shield us."

Lucifer glared at him but there was a hint of mischievous in that glare. "And you think that my lovely appearance can't take on a few scratches?"

"You would be a prune flat if I become one before you." Beelzebub eyed Lucifer for a little moment. "You are too beautiful to have that face broke into three pieces if I didn't interfere."

Lucifer responded by smacking the bug in the face with the bloody wag, dirtying it a little. "You truly are the moronic angel that had ever graced this universe."

Beelzebub chuckled lightly, just as Lucifer had begun to clean his helm almost immediately out of regret of his action. "But an moronic angel that was tasked to be by your side as a guard."

Lucifer chuckled softly under his breath, his flames have a soft shade of pink in it; maybe a little more pink than usual.

"I cannot argue with that."

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Beelzebub had came to realized that Lucifer had left, a seraph that had stayed here before leaving had explained that the Father needed him. This time, to help him make new angels.

Beelzebub wondered why God had requested Lucifer's assistance but he should go after him but the law of the Father had requested that only Lucifer must be present to Him.

Maybe he could ask him when he comes back.

#ultrakill #lucifer #Beelzebub #Not my ocs #muzzleroars #acquaintances to friends to semi-friend lovers #The Father #Beelzebub is a big dumb-dumb but he's Lucifer's dumb-dumb bodyguard #Post-birth/hatching #He was incubated in a cocoon when he was born after created by God sometime after #That must've took a few days for him to fully developed #I wonder what He did while He and Lucifer waited

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thestuffedalligator · 2 months ago

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There is a species of butterfly that lives in the mountains.

When it hatches as a caterpillar, it lowers itself to the ground on a strand of silk, and then produces a chemical that smells like the larvae of ants. An ant eventually discovers it, lured by the scent, and brings it back to the anthill, where it is cared for by the colony until it pupates. After a few weeks, the adult butterfly crawls back up through the anthill, through the dirt and the winding tunnels, and out into the sunlight before it can finally open its wings.

Some say that the caterpillar “tricks” the ants into doing this. I don’t know if I agree – I think it’s too small a thing to accuse of guile, don’t you?

With this in mind: Once upon a time, there were seven dwarves.

They lived and worked in the mountains, mining for gold and jewels and precious things. And one night, after a long day’s labour, they heard a knocking at the great stone doors of their mountain.

Outside, shivering and small, they found a human child.

I’m sure you can guess most of what she told them. Stepmothers were involved – it’s not important. What’s important was that each of the dwarves felt a dire and pressing need to care for the child, and they took her into their home, fed her, clothed her, and gave her a warm bed to sleep in. And many seasons passed around that mountain, with the dwarves raising the child as one of their own, until one autumn’s day.

The girl laid, slender and still, in a coffin of spun glass. And some weeks later, one of the dwarves had the idea to call for a prince. This was of course the sensible thing to do, and the prince of a nearby kingdom who listened to the story thought an ensorcelled girl would be a grand thing to rescue.

Poor devils. It feels cruel to judge them. But there were so many questions they could’ve asked – what was this stepmother’s name? Was she real? Did she exist? Who had made the glass coffin? Surely one of them must’ve thought of the question. And why did it grow more opaque with every passing day?

Were they wrong to trust?

I guess it doesn’t matter now.

The moment the prince stepped into the subterranean chamber with the glass coffin, it shivered with a twinkling, plinking noise. Threads of glass exploded into glittering, razor-edged confetti.

A claw split the great glass cocoon.

The thing that spilled out of it, hulking and huge, knew in the fog of its mind, in a base animal sense that screamed, that it was in a room too small for it to fit. It wanted up. It wanted out.

In front of it was some twiggy little thing holding a sword.

It took its first breath.

The flames were the colour of cornflowers.

The dwarves fled. The thing followed close behind, up, up, up through the stone and the winding tunnels, not to chase, not to hunt, but to get up, to get out, out, out–

It struck the great stone doors at a run. They crumbled like gingerbread. And then there was sunlight, and the open sky…

And it could finally open its wings.

Convergent evolution is a hell of a thing.

The dragon, of course, lived happily ever after with its loot of gold and jewels from a hastily abandoned dwarf mine. Being much bigger than a caterpillar, we could accuse it of tricking the dwarves who were kind to it, had taken it in, had fed and clothed and warmed it.

It probably wouldn't mind.

#microfiction #fairy tales #snow white #dragons #narrativia

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