Meeting With Beelzebub (Open IC Meetings)

[hesperussword]

(This is a general thread for meeting up with Beelzebub in person as opposed to calling him.)


Beelzebub, after awhile, becomes a creature of habit. Perhaps it is the warrior training, or the mind of a tactician with set ways of thinking. Whatever the reason for his habits it made him easy to find. The three most common places a bar, a training field, or his forge.

His choice of bars is always darker, not seedy but places with low light and loud from voices instead of music. It suited his temperament and hatred for loud noises and bright lights. He was also jovial, more likely to be found engaged in a drinking game or a loud conversation than other bar activities like dancing. Good liquor was a must but it fell in below atmosphere and company. Why worry when you could manifest your own. Though even when he altered the drinks he always made sure to buy and keep the place in business. Despite his love of company, a back to the wall and a high chair or stool to accommodate wings was always his preferred placement. More comfortable where he could keep an eye on the door.

The second most common place was at the forge or his training circle. A weapons maker and armorer by trade, he liked to work and perfect his craft. Even after billions of years there were still imperfections or new designs to work out. Though, even above that he liked to mentor man and beast for combat. Some days it was a warhorse he was running through the paces of battle, or a dog training to watch its warriors back and disarm threats. Just as often his sparring companions were others seeking a lesson or foolish enough to come for a challenge. He didn't care either way. Always prepared to wield wooden training swords or steel in a bout. Betting and audiences were not to be discouraged. Where was the fun in friendly confrontation if there was no one to see, and no fun for the spectators?

The forge at his home is an easy place to find the angel. As the weapon and armor smith for embattled angels, he's never short on work. Set at the edge of the property, the forge is open to anyone when the angel is at work either with metal or leather in the nearby tannery building. He will complete fair commissions for weapons, armor, repairs, and leather items. The Forge is one of the places he feels comfortable and happy. It is also one of the rare places where you will find Beelzebub sober.

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[knightgallant]

"I was thinking about what you said about how we'll be lying to Arthur and his court," Galahad confesses. The knight draws a short breath as he gathers his thoughts and decides how to try and explain himself. "'Tis something I've been thinking more on for some time, in truth. I've made my choice," he starts, calmly, judging this as the most salient detail of the conversation. "But 'tis wrong. 'Tis wrong and I cannot deny that." He offers a small, sad smile, the gesture tight around the edges. "'Tis a sinful deed to lie to people who have done nothing but uplift me and fight by my side against any menace that struck Camelot. I know I will be king, but there's no worthiness in that title unless that king, like any servant answering to those who depend on them, is a man of character. I've tried to be thus all my life, but now I fear this lie does make me unworthy in spirit, if not in rightful succession."

[hesperussword]

"It's also wrong of a religion that claims to embrace love to limit it to one thing to keep control." Beelzebub lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding while Galahad spoke. "It's a topic that weighs heavily on the fallen and led a lot to rebel. Angels were created to love without bounds, some like Lucifer are made of it like a man is made of flesh."

He's trying to speak on a personal level and leave religion out for the moment, which is hard when you are a divine member of it but the angel is attempting it anyway. "God told us to be all loving, he's told man the same, and never turn from that in our hearts but it's also people claiming to speak for God that say our commitment is unholy, tainted, and sinful. It was God who has punished Lucifer so many times for love of children and family."

The angel laid his cheek against Galahad's head. "There's no winning when the goals are inconsistent. When I was choosing a king to follow I'd rather see one true to his heart than to some idealistic perfection that even God has fallen short of over time."

Beelzebub sits up and shakes his head. "The day I walk into your court a woman I will be giving control of who I am back to God, even if it's only in the public eye. I'm not going to be walking in there female for you, or me, or even your king, but to appease the demands of God to limit who I can be while in love with you. It doesn't make me less because I think you're worth that sacrifice."

[knightgallant]

It's moments like these that reaffirm Galahad's choice to himself. What they're doing may be "wrong" in the eyes of God, but anyone who would assert that wrongdoing has never stepped up to support him in reaching for something higher and better in the way Beelzebub does. Although still uncertain, moments like this strengthen what he knows is the right choice even when the rest of his people and world may not agree. There's simply no way that a love as deep and powerful as this could be wrong, regardless of the circumstances or bodies involved.

"I want my world to reach a place where people can love truly regardless of who or what they are." He lays a hand on Beelzebub's arm. "If this is what it means for people to be true to themselves, it's a fate that should be available to all-- a justice that shouldn't be infringed upon because some people disagree or interpret scripture a certain way."

His smile fades slightly into a more sober expression. "If that's not something even the High King of Albion could achieve," without severe diplomatic consequences, "I think I could see, at least, that it stops being punished in those ways that it is."

Freedom is something to aspire for. Freedom is something he wants. But despite having some training in kingcraft, he's not sure where he'd even start. It's a worthwhile thought.

[hesperussword]

"Humans in our creation aren't very free to love as they choose, either, not in a lot of places." Beelzebub knew his Earth was not much better. After all it was overrun by a strict God and his beliefs being brainwashed into people.

The angel strokes the curly hair and tucks his wings closer. "I'm sure you'll do something to move it in the right direction."

[knightgallant]

The knight's smile in response to those words is soft, warm, and adoring. He reaches up to take the angel's face gently in his hands, and then leans in to press their lips together. When he pulls away, it's with a last fond touch to the other man's side.

"We can do it together." A small, teasing nudge. "After all, were it not for our paths crossing, I would be marrying a princess or noble lady from my world soon."

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub smiles and then starts to laugh jovially. "I've saved Camelot from an inferior queen."

Joking about his situation was helpful if at times self deprecating. "I come from the very first line of royalty."

He was not royalty, Lucifer wasn't created that way either but that doesn't change the current state of things. There's joy finally settling in adn it isn't so crushed by thoughts of having to be female in the future. "I wanted to ask when you thought we might go to your world."

[knightgallant]

The bravado makes the knight chuckle. "And a kingdom from an unhappy king."

But the angel brings up a good idea. It's about time that they visit Camelot so Beelzebub can see his world, and potentially meet some of his family. "I'm ready to venture there with you whenever you're prepared. It would be well if we could take to my family's house first, so you can meet my father and mother. 'Round this time of year my father does an annual trip back up to the North to visit our lands and my mother and sisters. 'Tis an ideal time for you to meet them all."

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub thinks this over and nods. "I should wait for the angels to arrive before leaving, but we can leave right after."

He didn't want to abandon his brother in case something about their arrival went south. Beelzebub huddles into Galahad. "If we wait it will ensure Lucifer's free in case your king wants to meet my parents."

[knightgallant]

"We can go whenever the time is right for you and the other angels. You need only tell me when," Galahad says, putting his arms around the angel as Beelzebub cuddles in. His fingers press gently into the soft down of the other man's wings as they come close. The sensation of plushy, warm feathers has always been a very pleasant and intimate one for him. "I don't know how Arthur will react to meeting Lucifer at first, but he tries to be a generous and diplomatic king." The knight smiles slightly, gently touching the fluffy feathers. "I have faith that it will work out between them in the end."

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub gently strokes his curls as the feathers lift under the knight's fingers. "Lucifer has a way when things are truly important. I think they can find something between the two of them. I would worry about the clergy more than the king."

That was a bit of honesty and always something that lingered with the fallen when interacting with humans. "We'll make it work."

[knightgallant]

This soft touches are as soothing as it always is, and Galahad leans into their cuddling.

"There are many fine men in the clergy." A thoughtful beat as the faces of a few less generous men pop into Galahad's mind's eye. "...And a few who may need more time to come around. But truly, my understanding wasn't good when we first met, either! I'm sure you remember. But here I stand today."

[ooc: Not a complete internet blackout, it seems. Just... mostly an internet blackout.]

[hesperussword]

Beelzebub laughs cheerfully. "I remember everything about the day we met", true especially for an angel with a photographic remembrance. "You were so drunk and you still give me the same look when I'm causing trouble. I still don't know how I ended up with all those swords."

He was committed to making everything work even if it meant swallowing some of his pride. "Even if they never understand it won't push me away."

[ooc: hugs and cheerleading.]

[knightgallant]

He's not entirely sure why, but between the angel's good-natured laughter and the gentle reminder of his own drunkenness, the knight blushes slightly and laughs.

"There's no face!" is the helpless, and half-hearted attempt at denial.

[ooc: ty. it is exhausting but good. hope all is well with you!]

[hesperussword]

That just gets more laughter from Beelzebub, to the point that he buries his face in Galahad's curls to try and stop them.

"There are FACES!" Beelzebub insists and sends the knight a couple very clear memories of these faces. Though, a feeling of adoration also accompanies them. There is something in those exasperated and surprised expressions that Beelzebub finds endearing and lovable.

[OOC: I am glad it is good <3]