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Date: January 31, 2001
Setting: Wales
Status: Private - Belial [Complete]
Summary: Belial watches and waits.



Belial sat with his legs hanging over the edge of a sharp precipice overlooking the raging Atlantic. It was raining, but that made little enough difference in the roaring surf below, and the wind buffed his folded wings about, feathers tangling in his long black hair as it danced madly. He hunched down a bit more and wiped away the water that kept accumulating on the surface with his trouser leg. He had long since abandoned his shirt for the comfort of releasing his wings.

There was no one here, and no human would think of coming to such a dangerous place in such a horrible storm, and he was sure that any of Lucifer's minions would have to visually confirm his location for him to be in any trouble. It used little enough of his abilities to see elsewhere that it was nigh untraceable, and he knew how to cover his tracks well. Still, after he completed his task, he would leave--and behind him would be scattered his silvery feathers, the ethereal hidden from mortal eyes.

In the glass bauble shimmered the image of Gabriel, and his heart was wrenched with sudden guilt; it was horrid of him to put them in such danger, and he had a brief bout of nausea at the realization that he had brought all of this on his love and his friends because he simply could not restrain himself. Belial quickly brushed away the thought, his dark eyes hard as he shifted the orb's view to Crowley, then John, then Aziraphale, and then to sweet, sweet Ellie. He remembered the honey taste of her lips; the succubus was so darling, and he thought he would go mad if anything happened to any of them because of him.

He focused on Adam, the last of all, and as he did the Antichrist looked up, directly at him, in sudden recognition. The boy's blue eyes were just as hard as Belial's, jaw clenched, and he nodded at the demon from the orb, as if offering his approval of the mission to keep his loved ones safe, and Belial let the sphere drop into the ocean, where it would be dashed against the rocks and leave no evidence of his passing.

Crouching, he spread his wings and leaped up against the storm, silently challenging it to be more furious than he.