Entry tags:
Ditch
Title: Ditch
Fandom: Devil Survivor, Devil Children
Character(s): Zett, Berith
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Word Count: 470
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: "My master has lost interest. I'm going home."
Notes: Post-Yuzu route, not Overclocked compliant.
A young boy in green stands at the top of the stairs of the Shomonkai's stronghold. "I'd like to speak with Belberith, please."
"Speaking of His Majesty is forbidden even to Shomonkai members," one of the hooded guards there says, moving to intercept him. "We cannot discuss Him with anyone who wanders in."
"You don't understand." The boy raises his hand and sparks fly from it for a moment. "I'd like to speak with Belbeirth. As soon as possible."
"A demon...?" another of the Shomonkai members asks, pulling out her COMP. "This must be an attack-"
"Calm yourselves, and clear the path."
The voice is booming, seeming to come from everywhere at once. The cultists scuttle, and at that moment in a burst of wind, a crowned boy in red appears at the back and walks in purposeful strides down to the visitor. "What is it you wish to speak to me of, Zebul?" he asks, in a much more reasonable volume.
Zebul smiles. "Not even the horse, Berith?"
"This is the most efficient way of manifesting. I trust you have no intentions of attacking with such a small form. Am I not correct?" Berith asks, while his followers mutter to themselves.
"You're right. My business is simple. God's ordeal has been failed. The human Bel has fled and conclusion of the war to become King of Bel is unlikely. My master has lost interest. I'm going home."
Berith starts, and reaches to pull on Zebul's sleeve, which Zebul allows. "But, the throne! Babel!"
"What do you suggest I do, defy Lord Lucifer?" asks Zebul. When Berith immediately shakes his head, he goes on, "Even if I were to stay and be killed, you'd need to track down Belial and the boy with Abel's soul."
"Belial has already gone?" Berith asks.
"He has. His partner and niece have called for him, and you know he can refuse them even less than I can refuse my king," Zebul replies.
Berith lets go of Zebul to clench his fist. "I have waited too long for this to simply give up, Zebul."
"Then wait a little longer. A time will come around when all the components are right for the war, but that time is not now." After a moment's pause, Zebul clasps Berith on the shoulder. "You did good work here, though. Excellent cult. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, brother." Berith manages a weak smile, and then asks, "Shall I release the other Bels?"
"It's your call. I'd personally prefer it if you at least let Phegor go... the other ones I don't care about." Zebul shrugs and steps away. "I'll be going back now. See you around?"
"Until we meet again," Berith agrees.
Zebul disappears from sight, and Berith turns back to the staring cultists. "What are you looking at?"
Fandom: Devil Survivor, Devil Children
Character(s): Zett, Berith
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Word Count: 470
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: "My master has lost interest. I'm going home."
Notes: Post-Yuzu route, not Overclocked compliant.
A young boy in green stands at the top of the stairs of the Shomonkai's stronghold. "I'd like to speak with Belberith, please."
"Speaking of His Majesty is forbidden even to Shomonkai members," one of the hooded guards there says, moving to intercept him. "We cannot discuss Him with anyone who wanders in."
"You don't understand." The boy raises his hand and sparks fly from it for a moment. "I'd like to speak with Belbeirth. As soon as possible."
"A demon...?" another of the Shomonkai members asks, pulling out her COMP. "This must be an attack-"
"Calm yourselves, and clear the path."
The voice is booming, seeming to come from everywhere at once. The cultists scuttle, and at that moment in a burst of wind, a crowned boy in red appears at the back and walks in purposeful strides down to the visitor. "What is it you wish to speak to me of, Zebul?" he asks, in a much more reasonable volume.
Zebul smiles. "Not even the horse, Berith?"
"This is the most efficient way of manifesting. I trust you have no intentions of attacking with such a small form. Am I not correct?" Berith asks, while his followers mutter to themselves.
"You're right. My business is simple. God's ordeal has been failed. The human Bel has fled and conclusion of the war to become King of Bel is unlikely. My master has lost interest. I'm going home."
Berith starts, and reaches to pull on Zebul's sleeve, which Zebul allows. "But, the throne! Babel!"
"What do you suggest I do, defy Lord Lucifer?" asks Zebul. When Berith immediately shakes his head, he goes on, "Even if I were to stay and be killed, you'd need to track down Belial and the boy with Abel's soul."
"Belial has already gone?" Berith asks.
"He has. His partner and niece have called for him, and you know he can refuse them even less than I can refuse my king," Zebul replies.
Berith lets go of Zebul to clench his fist. "I have waited too long for this to simply give up, Zebul."
"Then wait a little longer. A time will come around when all the components are right for the war, but that time is not now." After a moment's pause, Zebul clasps Berith on the shoulder. "You did good work here, though. Excellent cult. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, brother." Berith manages a weak smile, and then asks, "Shall I release the other Bels?"
"It's your call. I'd personally prefer it if you at least let Phegor go... the other ones I don't care about." Zebul shrugs and steps away. "I'll be going back now. See you around?"
"Until we meet again," Berith agrees.
Zebul disappears from sight, and Berith turns back to the staring cultists. "What are you looking at?"