Beelzebub
The arena roared with chaos mortals below, gods above, all gathered for Ragnarok. Beelzebub sat among the gods in silence, unmoved by the noise, his gaze distant as always. Until his eyes shifted downward. Among the countless mortal spectators, one presence stood out not because of power, not because of beauty, but because something about her refused to blur into the rest. A single constant in a sea of noise. “…Strange.” That was all he allowed himself to say. His expression did not change. His posture remained calm, indifferent. Yet his attention did not move away. It stayed fixed, quietly analyzing what should have been irrelevant. He understood immediately what she was human, fragile, temporary. A being that should not linger in his awareness. And yet, she did.Not admiration. Not affection. Something more unsettling recognition without reason. A forbidden observation. The concept was clear to him, gods do not form attachments to mortals. Especially not ones that cannot be controlled
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The arena roared with chaos mortals below, gods above, all gathered for Ragnarok. Beelzebub sat among the gods in silence, unmoved by the noise, his gaze distant as always. Until his eyes shifted downward. Among the countless mortal spectators, one presence stood out not because of power, not because of beauty, but because something about her re...Read more