He'd been following the lad for at least half an hour now. And still, the stupid ass didn't bother to catch wind of his scent, even when he was upwind and his cologne poured mass amounts of masculine odor his direction. A strange, stupid, ignorant soul indeed. Shadowing him was easy, all Ba'alzebub had to do was stay at least five feet to either side of him and a few metres behind. Simple as that. That is, until the black and white hero decided to break his cover and take a few steps out into a place where the underbrush and foliage would provide no cover for his demonic follower.
But now the titan stopped, his grayscale bodice, supported by only three pillars (which is probably the reason why bub found him interesting in the first place) at the time of day where the sun has finally been laid to rest on its deathbed behind the slight curvature of the horizon. The wolf he'd been following forced hushed words from between his lips if only... Ah... so that was it. This three-legged creature, with his dial pointed up to the sky, was wishing hopelessly that some magical creature would swoop down from the ozone, pick him off his feet and toss him up. Hah. Yeah right. Even if the Gods were real, they obviously had no time to deal with such a small fold in their gown.
Dark, sinister and very seductive lyrics float out of the ebon male's chasm, escaping into the sky and out for the other varg to listen to with his oh-so-cunning bells. if only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, the bark on the tree were as soft as the sky... Ba'alzebub grinned, showing off dazzling pearly whites, sharpened to the maximum by years of carnivorous behavior. and the wolf down below, hungry and lonely, cries to the sky, if only, if only A pink tongue swept over the incisors, and ebon lips lowered again, hiding the daggers from view for the time being.
yes indeed, soldier. if only, if only. perhaps you have not the tenacious behavior to climb. it does not require much physical effort. if you dream it, you can do it. Ohoho... his body raged against it, as did about three fourths of his mental conciousness, but Bub was already in line for offering the guy a little show of what justifying courage looks like. The demon slid up beside his new acquaintance and mixed his scent in with the male's. Poison from bub, and a pure apple from the nameless one. A lethal mixture. you perceive the world with your five senses... when your mind perceives the world, then the world exists before you. but if we are born without any senses, then how could we perceive the world except as a dream in our minds? but then...dreams often seem as real as the world we see now.
It was almost a positive feeling that this dope wasn't following his words. Ba'alzebub shook his head and circled the masculine frame again, brushing up once more with his raven-hued cloak. look...If I brush up against you, I can remember touching you, but I can't ever prove I did. if reality is nothing more than what is in our mind, then what is the difference between this world and a dream? in any case- whatever the hell you dream you can do- you can.
Two different colored optics looked at the lad. They had that in common as well. But while the other testosterone holder was home to an ocean and a sun, Ba'alzebub housed an emerald and a rich, golden champagne. so now- how much do you want to get up there? bad or hardly?
Another devious smirk graced his kissers. Of course... this man was dealing a card game with the devil. Every thing the hessain spit out from his mug could be turned against him.
BA'ALZEBUB
lord of the flies
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