Chapter 1 Jon #2
“I thought I warned you never to come near Jon again,” Beel answered softly.
“I see the lesson didn’t take last time.
I suppose you’ll need to be taught another one.
” Beel sighed then, like he was put out, but Jon could also feel a maniacal glee radiating from his soulmate. Beel was going to enjoy this.
“Please try not to break anything. I mean, in the shop. Go ahead and break this one,” Jon said, gesturing toward Marcus, who had turned to look at him incredulously.
“You think you two fairies can take me?” Marcus snarled.
“You know, your homophobic slurs are ridiculous considering you’re a gay man,” Jon sniffed. What an asshole. He turned to Beel again then, saying, “And blood is an OSHA hazard, so I’d rather not have it in the shop. Or… you know, pee or vomit and stuff.”
“Well I can’t very well kill him outside,” Beel reasoned. “I doubt you want blood on the sidewalk in front of the shop either. That’ll be a total bitch to clean up,” Beel reasoned.
“True,” Jon sighed. “And he certainly needs a lesson, but death might be a little hasty, no? I don’t want anyone ending up in prison.”
“No worries, love—covering up murder and mayhem is a perk of the job,” Beel smirked, and Jon did feel slightly better at that. He really didn’t need Beel in prison. (Although his demon could just portal out, but still—it would all be quite a hassle.)
“Maybe just some broken bones and bruises?” Jon ventured.
“How about a little maiming?” Beel negotiated.
Jon had the insane urge to giggle. Marcus turned back and forth between them like he couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. He looked furious but also confused.
“What the fuck are you two going on about?” Marcus growled out.
Beel sighed.
Then Jon’s soulmate was in all his demonic glory—horns, tail, and some nice red flashing eyes for effect. Marcus took a step back, and Jon managed to get out of the way as his ex bumped into the counter where Jon had just been standing.
“What the fuck?” Marcus muttered. He seemed utterly shaken, and Beel smirked at him.
Jon had to admit he was sort of enjoying himself (but also still sort of worried about death and dismemberment, because eww).
Then Marcus turned to him. “What the fuck did you dose me with, you asshole? Some kind of drug like last time?” Marcus demanded, and he reached out like he was about to grab or hit Jon.
Beel was there before Jon could even blink, and he had Marcus suspended in the air by the throat. Marcus was turning an interesting shade of red, but at least he hadn’t gotten his hands on Jon.
“Big mistake, Marcus,” Beel snarled, shaking Marcus like he was a rag doll.
It was sort of like watching a horror movie—Jon didn’t even feel like it was real. Maybe he was in a state of shock? Or maybe he was just glad this villain was finally going to learn a lesson.
Beel gave another shake, Marcus choked a bit more, legs dangling and hands scrabbling at Beel’s arm to no avail. Beel looked at Jon then, and the change from ferocious to affectionate was dizzying.
“Maybe just one missing limb?” Beel begged. “He doesn’t need both hands, does he?”
“But what will we do with the hand?” Jon wondered.
He didn’t even know where that thought came from, but he was not going to let Beel use it as a decoration, and his demon did love the macabre.
He could just picture it displayed in a glass jar and Beel looking at it fondly now and again.
It was not his choice of fine home decor, thank you very much.
Beel sighed, then he grabbed Marcus’s hand in his, and Jon actually heard the crunching, and then Marcus was screaming and crying, and he tumbled into a heap on the ground, clutching his hand and mewling.
Beel squatted down on the floor then, getting right up in Marcus’s face, and Jon saw him press down on Marcus’s knee with one hand. Jon heard another pop (and got vaguely nauseous—because he could really do without the sound effects), and Marcus screamed again.
“You are not a nice person, Marcus. You are an arrogant, self-centered, narcissistic asshole who gets off on making other people feel small.” Beel grabbed Marcus’s face then, squeezing his cheeks tightly and making his tear stained face look up at Beel.
Marcus whimpered as Beel then pressed his hand against Marcus’s chest. Jon wasn’t sure what he did, but there was no crunching or popping (thank god, or demons, or whatever), but Marcus gave a shrill shriek of pain nevertheless.
Jon swallowed reflexively; would it be weird if he watched from behind his fingers like horror movies? He was a bit squeamish, and things were getting… icky.
Beel looked up then, sparing Jon a smile that was definitely delighted. He winked before asking, “What do you think, love? How about a little castration?”
Beel was joking… hopefully.
“Ummm… I think that could get messy?” Jon volunteered.
“Ah, love, it’s a good thing you’re here.” Beel turned toward Marcus again, his eyes going red and his face scowling—it was really quite the horror-movie look, and by Marcus’s whimpering and groaning, Jon thought it was doing the trick.
Beel leaned in close, whispering, “If you think the agony will end with death, you are wrong. They will punish you, Marcus. I will make sure of it. You will suffer endless torment and misery. The physical pain will be unbearable, but then the true torture will come. They will break your mind down, piece by piece, until the selfish, unbearable, bully that lives inside you is nothing but fragmented pieces. You will not even know yourself. This is what awaits you.”
Beel stood up then, brushed his hands off, and walked over to Jon, enfolding him in a hug.
“Well, that was rather… gruesome,” Jon mumbled.
Beel pulled back and grinned. “Aw, I hardly even did anything. And it was a teeny bit satisfying, too, no?” he asked gleefully.
They both turned to look at Marcus, who was rolling around and whimpering softly in pain.
Jon looked at Beel, who had a proud, smug expression on his face.
Oh how he loved his demon, sadistic streak and all.
And hey, at least there were no bloodstains (at least not large ones—there might have been a few drops from the crushed hand), and although it looked like there might be a small wet stain on Marcus’s pants, there was no pee on the floor.
Jon supposed you had to take your wins where you could get them.
“Well, yes, it was satisfying. He is an asshole. But… I don’t know, I kind of feel bad, too,” Jon admitted.
Beel looked at him fondly. “You’re too soft, love, but it is one of the things I adore most about you.”
“Listen, Marcus!” Beel shouted, snapping his fingers.
He must have done something for the pain, because Marcus looked terrified but marginally more aware of his surroundings.
“If you ever come near us again, it will be the last time. I'm going to have someone watching you from now on. Everything I promised is in your future, but perhaps people are capable of change.” Beel shrugged noncommittally. “I’d love to see you in the pits, but Jon has a soft heart, and he hopes you find redemption. You have seen what awaits you. Live your life as you are and then spend eternity in pain and misery, or change yourself. It matters not to me, as long as we never see you again.”
“Get some therapy, maybe, huh? I suggested it that one time when you blew up at your mom, but you always denied you had any issues,” Jon added.
Beel snapped his fingers again, and Marcus was back to agonized rolling around.
“What are we going to do with him? I might get customers?” Jon asked. Ok, so he supposed his sympathy had run out for Marcus. The guy deserved to suffer his injuries. At least Jon had a clear conscience that anything he did from here on out was on Marcus—he’d been given fair warning.
Beel snapped his fingers again, and Marcus was gone.
“Well, that’s nifty,” Jon declared.
“Eh, big demonic mojo for that, but it was worth it. He’s rolling around in pain in his apartment now at least.” He leaned forward and kissed Jon softly, then leaned back to look at him.
“Are you really ok, love? I know that was a little gruesome for you. But you didn’t even hide behind your fingers! ”
Jon giggled. “I thought about it.”
He leaned forward, kissing Beel back. They drew the kiss out, lazily pressing lips together and touching tongues, their arms wrapping around each other and tightening.
Jon hardened in his jeans, and Beel’s hips thrust against his, causing them both to moan softly. Still, they kept it gentle, remembering they were standing in the middle of the shop.
“I love you more than eternity,” Beel whispered when they finally came up for air.
“I love you, my soulmate. Thank you for always coming to my rescue. You’re my knight in shining armor.” Jon chuckled softly. “You really are my frog prince, and I’m the luckiest man alive to have found you,” he professed.
“Ah, Jon, I think you have that backwards. You were the one who saved me. It was your kiss that made me what I am. You have given me so much—love, confidence, joy, motivation—you make me a better demon each and every day,” Beel replied softly.
They leaned their foreheads together, softly smiling at each other. Jon had no doubt that they would finish what they started later, but for now they had a shop to run. Jon wasn’t worried, though, because they had all the time in the world together.
They had an eternity of happily ever after ahead of them.