Belphegor || Prince Of Hell

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✧ Relaxed
✧ Patient (unless he's directly involved in something/has to fix big miastakes)
✧ Adaptable

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Lazy (unless it involves the other Princes, he makes an exception for them)
✦ Addictive personality
✦ Twisted

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Parents: N/A
Siblings: The Princes of Hell
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: Lacey Cho
History:

Belphegor always respected Lucifer, that's why when he fell, so did he with the Princes. Belphegor was always less... physically involved than the other Princes. Not because he didn't want to - simply because he was too content with his own matters to do so. He lived it large in Hell an on Earth for a very long time and never really left. He took up the hobby of working on the Racks in his free time when he felt the urge, experimenting while he was there. He learned quite a bit about the human anatomy and how to exploit it's weaknesses. When he wasn't sporadically working on the racks, chances are he was doing next to nothing, lounging about and demanding things from his lessers. Though his lessers never complained of course, lest they face his wrath when he was denied something which he wanted.

He also spent quite a bit of time on Earth, enjoying his power but doing his best to remain under the radar so not to draw too much attention to himself unless he wanted it. It is recorded in some lore that Belphegor went to Earth to see if the idea of eternal love was a true one for the inhabitants of Hell, while this wasn't fully true, Belphegor did go to Earth and experience a married life, though after a few mere years he soon killed his experimental wife - a witch named Lacey Cho - and returned to the demon way of things.

He took a liking to messing with Hunters and making them test subjects to his own twisted games. He preferred to be on Earth, it was fun. And then, before he knew it, centuries had passed and the Apocalypse was in full swing.

When Lucifer rose, he hoped for a brief time that he and the Princes would come together again. He was absolutely thrilled at the idea and began laying out his plans, how much destruction he was going to cause, who he would send to do it, when they would do it, where. He longed to see the suffering - finally... But it never came. Lucifer was sealed away as quick as he was released and the origin of Sloth returned to Hell. Belphegor even tried a few times to release him, but nothing came of it. Frustrated, he returned to the depths of Hell - more than a little bitter about how Crowley was running things, but he left it be as he had neither the drive of interest to lead Hell despite being more than capable.

He expected there to be a few more centuries of inactivity, but then a message arrived from Mammon. His lovely brother had a plan... one which Belphegor was in full support of. Mammon wanted to release Lucifer, reform Leviathan and tear it all down. Everything - exactly what Belphegor wanted. Accepting Mammon's plan, he agreed to wait until he was signaled to leave Hell and come to Mammon's aid.




Alias: Revan
How did you find us?: Old site
Experience: I'unno
Other Characters: Revan, Kenzie, Quinn, Cecil, Jane, Max, Elias, Jodie, Zee, Robert, Zera, Daisy, Nikki, Veronica, Amanda, Daphne, Iblis, Imogen, Amyl, Katie, Maris, Roxanne, Scott, Shale
RP Sample:

Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.

Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.
She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.

Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.


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