Belial

OOC: open call to my f-list

2012-10-29T12:43:53Z

I know I haven't been active much lately - I haven't written much of anything besides snippets I won't post because of incompleteness - because uni and suddenly having a social life that's not online and stuff have all been exhausting. However, I'm in the last week of semester, study break's coming up, and I feel the urge to write and role-play and basically just create.

So this is basically an open call; if you feel like RPing with me and my Belial (or Gabriel, or Bast), finishing old incomplete threads, starting new ones, anything, just drop me a line. :D

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BAD BELIAL!

2012-04-01T12:48:47Z

Apparently Belial has a kitty icon but no doggie icon.

[20:40] emberlight : AFTER, Belial.
[20:40] SavioBriion: XD It feels like we're dealing with a large demanding dog. SIT. STAY. BAD BELIAL.
[20:44] emberlight : *giggles*
[20:44] emberlight : I'm sure Lucifer taught him beg and roll over too.
[20:44] SavioBriion: Yes. *___*

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Description of Belial's palace and the Northern Realm of Hell

2012-01-12T17:37:59Z

This is a very rough outline of what Belial’s palace and the Northern Realm of Hell are like in my head; I will likely make changes to it as they come to me.

( Description of Belial's palace )

( Hell and the Northern Realm )

(Meanwhile, I think of Heaven as a mishmash of the Silver City from Murder Mysteries and Lucifer, and the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi with regards to architecture XD

Specifically, the main prayer room there inspired my version of the throne room. In the main prayer room, one huge wall was covered with a beautiful curling vine pattern done in white gold so it reflected the light beautifully, and every now and then it formed a flower; inside each flower was one of the names of God (Schemhemphora, if I recall correctly?), in Arabic, and the focal point of that wall was an alcove with alternating wavy lines of gold and marble symbolising the river of milk and honey in Paradise; over that was the biggest flower with the biggest name in Arabic, presumably 'Allah'. I've made a few tweaks to that to get my Throne Room; maybe one day I'll put a description in Gabriel's journal.)

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Christmas fic

2011-12-24T06:13:09Z

Dedicated to the lovely emberlight .

Merry Christmas, everyone!

~

Winter in Los Angeles is quite cool; the sky is crisp and clear when it is not raining, and despite the sun’s heat, there is a definite chill to the breeze. Inside the exclusive club known as Lux, however, it is comfortably warm, and the patrons bask in this light and heat.

Lucifer is seated at the piano, soft lighting playing over his fair hair, elegant fingers dancing over the ivory keys. Although the Lightbringer’s attention is on the piano and the delicate melody he is playing, although he is at the side of the room and his posture unobtrusive, most of the patrons find their focus being drawn to him, moths to a bright flame. Then someone steps out from a door behind the piano.

Belial, favoured Crown of Satan, moves gracefully to the front of the room. Dressed in a sleek suit, kohl-lined eyes on the microphone as he adjusts it, he seems unconscious of the attention. Lucifer’s melody segues into something slower, richer, and Belial begins to sing.

His voice is smooth as silk, deep and dark and seductive, and as he croons into the microphone he lifts his eyes. His gaze slowly sweeps the room, heated and heavy, lingering slightly on some; as their breaths hitch he continues to sing about desire, longing, burning passion. He promises pleasure and fulfilment, body swaying slightly to the music, hands caressing the microphone stand like a lover.

As their song ends, there is a moment of silence before the room breaks into applause. Belial does not bow; he simply inclines his head towards them slightly in acknowledgement, and as he does so his gaze slants sideways to meet Lucifer’s. The Morningstar’s intense golden eyes are fixed on his Crown, holding clear approval – and it is his approval and none other’s that Belial seeks, holds dear – and something else; heat, desire, and a promise.

Later.

And Belial smiles.

~*~

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Preparations

2011-10-25T19:10:12Z

( Belial raised an eyebrow as he entered his palace... )

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Ficbit

2011-07-02T19:41:45Z

This is an image that insists it get a much longer story to itself; the story is just as stubborn about not coming easily. The lovely emberlight suggested I just try to get this paragraph down first, without worrying too much about the plot. So until I finally get that fic done... here, have the image that distracts me at work. Huge thanks to glacialphoenix for the beta! <3

All eyes are on the woman dancing in the circle of firelight, coins at her hip and bangles at her wrists jingling, ruddy glow playing over smooth skin. The beat of the music is low, intense, thrumming through them as she curves gracefully, leans back, does something sinuous with her spine. She moves surely, sensuously, the sway of her hips slow and seductive, as her smoky gaze sweeps the circle of men, keeping them transfixed.

I made some attempt to further describe the way she was dancing - I can see it VERY clearly in my head - but deleted it. Trying to capture it is hard. ;_; Also, the hunt for a female PB I'm satisfied with continues!

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Den of Sin/Contact Post

2011-04-03T17:16:03Z

Belial's bedroom is very large, decadent, and red. Warm, muted lighting reflects off dark red walls and red curtains surrounding his huge four-poster bed - with red silk sheets, of course, and lots of pillows and cushions with elaborate brocade covers. Leaning on a wall near the bed is an ornate, bronze-framed full-length mirror. Most of the furniture looks antique, and the faint scents of incense and sandalwood and rosewater are in the air.

Near the foot of the bed is an equally decadent red couch with similar cushions, and there are a few mahogany display tables for his vases, statuettes and other ornaments. Close to his bed, covered by heavy, dark red curtains, is a pair of French windows leading to a large balcony housing a lush garden.

The rug is soft enough for your toes to sink into, and the sheets are very comfortable.

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How true

2011-03-31T06:22:14Z

My favourite sort of person moves from B or C to A.

ooc: all credit goes to http://thisisindexed.com/.

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