Belphegor | Prince of Hell

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✧ Inventive
✧ Confident
✧ Sly

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Cruel
✦ Self-centered
✦ Apathetic

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Parents: N/A
Siblings: Other Princes of Hell
Other Family: Somewhat related to angels
Important Others: N/A

History: Belphegor was one of the first few angels cast out of Heaven after Lucifer. He remained in Hell for a very long time, not wanting to be in charge of Hell and only wanting to continue living it up. He did make a few appearances on Earth, mostly to sow discord among men and seduce them to do evil deeds by the appointment of wealth. Another pastime he enjoyed was introducing ideas of ingenious invention to the human populace so they would become increasingly lazy and not want to work as much. These things would be how he earned the nickname 'The Disputer'.

When Lucifer was freed from his cage, Belphegor thought that he would group up with him and his other brothers and destroy the world together but it didn't seem like that was part of Lucifer's plan. So he went back to living his life of decadence in Hell and emerging onto Earth if he got particularly bored. However in what seemed like no time at all, Lucifer was cast back into his cage by the Winchesters.

Soon after, he was approached by his brother, Mammon, who told him about a plan he was brewing up. Mammon wanted to release Lucifer from his cage once again, and restore Leviathan to his full form. Now how could the demon of Sloth refuse such an offer? He agreed to help, along with Asmodeus, and now he awaits for his brothers to summon him from Hell so some real fun can begin.






Alias: Lola!
How did you find us?: Old site!
Experience: Plenty
Other Characters: @alessa, @zach, @darius, Jason, @merrick, @nathan, @sandalphon, @miles, @regina, Olivia Blake, @castiel

RP Sample: The club scene had always been one of Darius’ favorites for a number of reasons. It was loud, usually packed and people rarely paid attention to anything but themselves and whoever they happened to be there with, if anyone. Of course the crossroads demon didn’t like to be amongst the humans for longer than was necessary, but places like this made it easy to have a private conversation with a potential client…or plaything…and not be overheard. Then if he just happens to leave with someone, people would only think that a night of steamy passion was in their future. My, how wrong they would be. A smug smile formed on the demons features, showing the slightest hint of dimples as he raised his head to look around the bar.

His steel grey-blue gaze immediately fell onto two women at the end of the bar, and it was quite obvious they were both looking at him and talking quietly amongst themselves. Shit, he couldn’t blame them…he had painstakingly chosen this particular meat suit to meet all of his needs; blue eyes, dimples, sandy blonde hair, and fit muscular body. Not to mention the expensive pin striped suit he wore, perfectly tailored to fit this body he was in like a silken glove. He made a look of sheer indifference show on his face as he gazed at them for a moment before looking away. A chuckle almost fell from his lips at the crushed expression on their faces as he brought his drink up to his lips and took a sip. On any other night he would enjoy teasing these two, even making them argue amongst themselves on which one the handsome stranger liked the most. However on this night, a much more interesting and challenging creature was going to be the focus of his attention.

Darius could feel her presence before actually laying eyes on the siren, and he turned on his bar stool slightly so his gaze could lock onto her. A smirk slowly formed on his face as his eyes scanned over her body. Sol was another perfect example of a being that knew what others wanted, as evidenced by the various stares she received from the cattle she passed by. His stare only left Sol when she took a seat next to him and ordered a drink, and he made sure to cast a look toward the bartender to make it clear that this particular beauty was off limits to him lest he wanted his hands ripped from his arms. It wasn’t that Darius laid any claim to Sol or felt possessive of his favorite companion; he knew better than to try and reign in a Siren. It was that he didn’t want to be interrupted by the buffoon. As he watched the bartender walk away, his smile returned and there could even be the slightest hint of fondness in it as he looked at Sol once more, speaking in the light British accent he had grown fond of. “Hello, my dear.” He gently takes her hand and looks her over once more, taking in her attire, her hair, every last detail. “I must say, you look…” Darius takes in a breath and lets it out in a quiet sigh before continuing. “…absolutely radiant tonight. Of course, I’m sure you know this.” He then slowly brings her hand up to his lips and kisses the top of it, keeping his gaze locked on her the whole time and as he lowers her hand. “It’s good to see you again. How have you been?” He casually leans his arm against the bar counter and watches her.




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