"Are you listening to me Beelzebub?"
That was when Beel's focus finally went back.
They were done patching his skin,
But Beel didn't feel a bit happiness, recalling how things had been.
Satan sighed, as Asmodeus sighed.
"You've been too quiet, is something not right?"
"I, nothing, I think I am fine,"
"Then how come you didn't touched your food, do you want human meat? If so, I'd go and provide-"
"Lord Satan, I am fine, I just...I was surprised that's all,"
"Hmm, also, I don't believe that Nemue's the only one at fault,"
Beel's eyes couldn't care less, as he began to drift from the topic again,
Satan was about to continue, when he noticed his disinterest and pain.
"I..sorry we couldn't attach him back to you,"
"It's alright. I know there's nothing you can do.
I should have been more careful,
Then none of the events would have at all."
"I mean, who would have thought that someone could have the courage to kill one of the main,"
"Probably someone who wants to rise up from the ranks, and for more influence to gain,"
Asmodeus said calmly, as he looks far away,
Like Satan was suspicious, Nemue's the only one at play.
"Well, guys, I think whoever else planned it is already disheartened,
After all, the plan failed miserably, I'm sure that's not the way he or she wanted,"
"And why are you so sure that is so, Beel?
You don't know what they think, they'd do anything just to steal.
They took the opportunity to wait all these years,
When they know you have weakened, they came for the kill,
Starting now I'd assign guards wherever you are,
For someone in this palace, sure want to start another war."
Beel laughed along, "You're too worried of me,"
As Satan and Asmodeus looked at each other, immediately,
"Unbelievable! How could you laugh at something like this?"
"Well, to be fair, I'm still breathing fine as is,"
"Beelzebub! Do you really want to die?"
Asmodeus said angrily, red then tinted his eyes.
"I thought I did, but I protected myself, didn't I?
If I don't care about myself, from that night I would have died."
"Yes, but you're not taking this seriously,
That thing who planned all of this, could try more and more, each time with much ease,
Our enemies are getting smarter and resourceful,
You need to be much serious, agressive, they won't stop at failures."
Satan clapped his hands upon hearing Asmodeus,
"My, my, young Asmo, you've finally put your brain to use,"
Asmo turned red in embarrassment, as Beelzebub laughed once more,
"Guess you're not a mere headless lover after all!"
Their fun had stopped when Beel felt a pain in his back,
He looked at it through the mirror, which reminded him of Fanta.
The one that always charges without him even telling it to,
He felt quite sad again, and Satan and Asmodeus weren't sure of what to do.
"Well, what do you want us to do for you, Beel?"
Beelzebub forced a smile, "Guess I need some time to heal,"
Satan gestured Asmodeus out of the room,
As he followed, quickly soon.
Despite being outside, he made sure that it was well guarded,
As Beelzebub sat up on his back, and looked far away, the world now in ruins.
His eyes wandered through the skies, as he got reminded of where he once was,
A place of white and green, a place that could only be paradise.
Tears fell from his eyes,
Knowing how miserable he now was,
Hunger and sadness never leaving him,
As he regrets everything, that led up to this.
He wanted to go back, but couldn't stop himself,
The pleasure of eating, and indulging to sin.
He looks at the mirror, and saw his reflection.
An angel once happy, now lost his direction.
...
"What awful voice you have, young Beel!"
One of the angels mocked him and grinned.
Senior Miranda told them to stop the teasing,
But none of them dared, "He was out of pitch and I bet he wasn't even trying,"
"Stop teasing him then, he won't feel motivated to continue,"
"Angel Aza Miranda, it's alright, I too, knew,"
Young Beel said, dishearted, as he crumples his fists and sobs,
"Ah, look what you made him now, I guess we should all just stop."
"Lady Miranda! No, we can't!" Fanta screamed,
Taking the attention he wants.
"Alright, we won't, but for one condition,
You'd help Beel master singing, and then I'd make sure your choir would get a higher position,"
The four children around Beel sighed in defeat,
But Miranda was firm on her beliefs.
"If you don't help a fellow angel, how can you help our dear humans?
You need to help one another, as long as you can."
The senior angel reminded them each,
As she smiles at them sweetly, giving each boy a kiss.
Beel smiled, as Miranda pinched his cheeks,
"Never give up Beel, I'm sure anything you want, you'll definitely reach."
The angels felt jealous and for the first days ignored him,
But after they saw his determination, they stopped being mean.
They gave their best, guiding the young angel,
Until his voice, became better, now able to blend.
He had so much time practicing that the tune never left his ears,
It was buried within him, even after so many years.
It was a happy life, serving God and being a guardian,
Until Lucifer came to his front, proposing a plan.
"Are you contented of what you're feeling?
Are you contented of simply singing?
Don't you long for something more?
Much satisfying?"
The statement intrigued him deeply,
As he back away, a bit slowly.
Lucifer knew he had already planted something in his heart,
And moved to tell the others, hoping they'd take part.
The four angels that taught Beel to sing,
Were also the ones who tried to convince him.
Tired of being mere singers and lower ranked angels,
They decided to break free and rebel.
The angels, together with the curious Beel would come down to earth,
Despite in reality, not being told.
Beel was convinced by Lucifer to eat,
"Savour the flavor, it could be bitter or sweet."
He loved the taste of food in his mouth,
As he ended up craving for more, each time more amount.
Seeing how happy it made young Beel,
The angels would grab more food for him,
even if they steal.
Beel thought he wouldn't get caught,
But a senior angel saw them in the act.
His friend, Cleo told him to run away from heaven,
As the young angel declined, "That won't end up well."
But his hand was held tightly, as Cleo then ran,
Dragging him to the enemy, as he was accidentally shot.
The four angels including Cleo tried to protect him,
As the angels of pure tried to convince them.
But than to surrender, they kept on fighting,
As Beel begged the two sides, to stop arguing.
Angered by their pride, the angels took away their spiritual bodies,
Warning them, that from then on, they are all enemies.
Unfaltered by their statement, they fought back still,
As the angels tried their best, to retrieve young Beel.
As a soft angel, with no desire to witness blood,
Innocent Beel decided, to close his teary eyes.
But as the scent of blood entered his nose,
He became tempted, and he no longer froze.
His wounded friends heard Beel's stomach rumble,
And knowing that they cannot live with their injuries further,
Their very bodies, they quickly offered,
Saying that at least, perhaps with such, a part of them could live forever.
Overwhelmed by the first feeling of starvation,
He dug his teeth, and ate with no hesitation.
He felt like he lost himself, and realized his mistake,
When the angels finally screamed, such scene they can no longer take.
Selaphiel, the angel of temperance was shocked to witness such,
Now knew he was someone who have fallen from lust.
"You cannot serve God with such animalistic acts,
You ate your friends, now I curse you to carry them forever in your back,
Than Beel, which means fair,
You will be called Beelzebub, starting this day,
You have fallen from temptation, and fallen from grace,
Look how you are now, with your fingers and body stained."
As quickly as he spoke, the floor opened whole,
As Beel lost his wings, for the four monsters came out full.
He fell from heaven, as he felt the hunger never ceased,
The last face he witnessed, was of Selaphiel, clearly in tears.
Lucifer flew to catch him, as he comfort the angel once pure,
Beelzebub wondered, if it was worth the troubles and curse,
And now that he lays alone, only a spark of what he was once capable,
He pondered his fate, oh just what will be his future?
He tried to stand up, and to sing the song he once loved,
But no matter how hard he tries, his voice could only crack.
He falls on his knees, begging the heavens to forgive him for his acts,
But no matter how hard he tries, he'd carry all the pain and guilt on his back.
Satan heard his hollers outside the door,
As Asmodeus kept quiet, although his concern did not wore,
"If we weren't deprived of such emotions,
He wouldn't have lashed out,
And be in this position.
Those angels damned us all, didn't they Asmodeus?
After all, his only sin was being curious..."
Asmodeus did not answered, as he closed his eyes and sighed,
"But he can't go back, his hunger is too strong to die."