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See you next time

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Welcome to...

Well, this ain't the islands anymore. You might see pieces of the island, a go-kart floating in the distance, the waterfall flowing upside down, a giant lollipop, all floating in what's similar to a nebula in space. Actually, it's closer to the void you've all grown to know so well over the weeks.

Fret not because the air here is breathable even if the landscape defies physics. Scattered throughout the "land" are shadowy portals, each leading to all of your homeworlds, at the exact time you had left off. Manipulating space-time is convenient like that.

Your u-pinions somehow, have survived, and they'll continue to function as an intranet between all of you. Oh, and everyone will gain the power to return to this space whenever they'd like and utilize the portals as they wish.

Your vacation is finally over, but this doesn't have to be goodbye.

(( OOC: Happy Good End Everyone! You all earned this. We hope you had a great time, and from the three of us, thanks for joining us on this wild ride! ))

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[He doesn't let it last too horribly long. But even when he breaks away, he stays leaned in close against Temenos's temple with a shaking exhale.]

I love you, too. [A statement he hadn't been able to repeat before Merlin's reappearance, as chaotic as it all became.] Very, very much.

[Hearing him say it with both of them alive once more fills Temenos's chest with overflowing warmth. That warmth reaches his eyes, spilling a few tears.

He gives Beelzebub's face a gentle caress before wrapping his arms around him in an embrace. They'll have to back away at some point, but he wants to wait on that for now.]

What we wished so fervently for has been realized. I could not be happier.

[The embrace is returned far too easily, nice and firm, both for his own sake and for Temenos's as well. He saw that pensiveness, that exhaustion that looked so unlike him.]

...Maybe we can get a break from murders for a little while. Take a real vacation somewhere with good food and no kidnapping.

[He relaxes himself in Beelzebub's arms, letting the tension from today's harrowing events slowly melt away. He'll be okay, in time.]

I would love nothing more. We both have much to attend to back home, but...it truly would be nice to put our troubles on hold, wouldn't it?

Mn. They've been on hold long enough. We can't put them off forever. But... someday, I want to rest with you.

...

[He stroked Temenos's hair gently as he lowers his voice.]

I'll be here to make a pact with you. Whenever you need my power at your side.

I'm looking forward to it already.

[Alas, work continues for the time being.

He perks up at the mention of the pact. While he certainly hadn't forgotten about it, it took a bit of a backseat to everything else going on.]

Shall we find a more private area?

[As...private as this void can get...]

[He'll nod, taking a quick look around. There sure is a lot of nothing around here... but at least they can get away from the crowd.

He'll take Temenos by the hand, gripping it tight.]

Come on. We don't need a lot of space. But it might be better if we're not interrupted.

[So long as Temenos allows it, Beelzebub will lead them out beyond most of the portals, where the buzz of conversation and goodbyes are as much of background noise as they can be against the darkness.

Only when they've reached a place Beel thinks is adequate does he crawl to a stop, looking back towards the group, before settling his eyes towards the cleric. There's something firm in his gaze, a seriousness touched with fondness that's as subtle as all his other brief flickers of emotion. A pact was no laughing matter.

He scoops up Temenos's other hand to keep them both in his own grip, wanting his attention entirely.]

...I want to make sure you're still okay with this. If you have any doubt, we can save this for the future. But...

I want to give this to you. Whenever you feel you're ready.

[Temenos follows his lead, keeping pace as he gazes back toward the crowd becoming smaller and smaller in the distance.

His eyes are already on Beelzebub before he pulls for that attention, squeezing his hands tightly. That gentle, lackadaisical look that he tends to sport is gone, hardened with the seriousness that this moment requires.]

I told you I would take the time to think very hard about this, and I have. But if I may be completely honest with you, Beel, my mind was made up the moment we decided to challenge the administrators together.

["I'd fight God again for you."

"Then let us fight God."]

It was in that same moment that I decided I would renounce the my position in the Order. It was a decision that had been a long time coming, but...what better way to seal it than with this?

I want this, my dear Beel. Not simply for your power, but also to be connected to you even when we cannot be together. Knowing you are always near if I am in need of your aid would be a great comfort indeed.

[...

He gives a quiet nod, his lips quirking to a smile. That grip doesn't let go.

The ripple of energy that suddenly echoes out from him is icy cold and impossible to miss, something that makes all the hairs of the body stand on end, a live wire being torn loose from its connection.]

A pact means that I'm giving you control over my power, to use any way you want, in exchange for something I want in return.

...

Temenos... I want you. I want to taste your happiness, your anger, and your stories, until the end of your days.

Pact with me.

[The sudden change in the air around them takes his breath away for a moment. His eyes light up in exhilaration, a grin spreading wide across his face.]

Hahaha...

[He can't help but utter a good-natured laugh over the sensation, and over Beelzebub's desire. Giving himself over to Beelzebub in return? That was already a given, so why not make it official?]

Until my final breath...I am yours, and you are mine.

May our pact be sealed.

[And with the agreement, that energy connects - a chilled burst of power that courses through his veins and melds with the natural magical abilities Temenos holds, like a plant taking root deeply into the earth. The mark of Beelzebub's sigil etches itself deep against Temenos's back, even as the demon himself brings the cleric's hands to his lips.]

I am yours. You are mine.

[Temenos closes his eyes as he feels Beelzebub's power flow through him, relishing in the sensation and memorizing how it feels when his beloved's sigil blooms to life on his back. While it's hidden from view for the time being, he'll look forward to the day when they meet again and Beelzebub can see his handiwork for himself.

As the energy fades, his eyes flutter back open to watch Beelzebub kiss his hands. Those same hands gently break away so he can guide the demon into leaning forward for a proper kiss.]

My, my. You're stuck with me now. How unfortunate. [He's teasing, of course, and winks to confirm as such.] I love you.

Heheh. [It's an easy chuckle against Temenos's lips.] I love you, too.

[A hand moves to grip his shoulder as Beelzebub circles to Temenos's side, nodding towards the space in front of them.] Hold out your hand in front of you. You know how to cast, right?

I'll tell you the words. Focus on our pact, and do what you can to summon me. [And whenever Temenos is situated, Beelzebub will do just that, a quiet mumbling against his ear.]

[He nods, both to do as Beelzebub instructed and as an answer to his question. He holds his hand up and tips his head to listen closely to the incantation.]

All right. Let's give this a go.

[He takes a breath, then closes his eyes as if he's about to recite a prayer. There won't be any more of those from now on, though. At least, not to the Sacred Flame.]

Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it.

Hear me and do as I command!

[He wonders, as he recites these lines for himself, how similar the rite to bring forth the Shadow sounded. The one who performed that rite and so desperately wanted Temenos to join their side... They would certainly be laughing at this perceived hypocrisy now.]

I, Temenos Mistral, call upon you to send forth one of your number!

[Such concerns are chased away from his mind as he thinks of his newly formed pact, and the warmth he can feel growing within as the magic courses through his veins. While he has gained new power, he didn't seek it out to further his own ends. He gained this power because it was entrusted to him by the one he loves. This is a power he intends to walk beside for the remainder of his life.]

I summon the Avatar of Gluttony, Beelzebub!

[The circle of incantation starts to form in front of Temenos as soon as the first sentence is finished. A containment, a request to the depths of hell, earning a shivering call back, echoing and challenging his power. Who is he to take ownership? Who he is he to ask for request of the demonic?

But as he continues, it solidifies into something more secure, something that tugs on the line of that pact as he gives his name, gives Beelzebub's, confirms an agreement that can't be broken. He'll feel that touch dissipate from his shoulder as that energy peaks at his side, where the demon promptly vanishes into thin air.

A moment later, he reappears in another flash of energy with his back to Temenos in the center of the incantation circle, wings vibrating as he regains his bearings.

He turns back to Temenos with a grin.]

Easy as pie.

[It's quite the sight to behold, watching Beelzebub reappear in front of him with a flash. It's the perfect confirmation that their pact holds, no matter how far away from the Devildom they are.

He laughs, pleased by his success.]

I imagine that must be a bit disorienting if you're not expecting it. I'll try to use it sparingly. I wouldn't want you getting annoyed with me for calling upon you for simple company.

Mn. I don't get a warning. For me, it just happens outside of my control.

[He easily lets his demon form fall away to his more casual appearance as the circle dies down, returning to Temenos's side.]

It looks like the U-PINION things might still work, though. You could always make sure I'm not in the middle of a meal if you just want to spend some together.

You can also give orders to me like this, if you need to. I don't know if you'd need to... but the only other human I'm in a pact with has used commands before to stop me in my tracks.

Oh, they might...? [He reaches into his pocket to retrieve his. Sure enough!] Ah, so they do. Fantastic idea, dear Beel.

[How is he even going to explain his U-PINION to literally anyone from his world? He'll just have to keep it a secret for the time being.

(This will work for maybe 20 minutes until Throné steals it from him.)

Orders, though... His lips curl into a playful smirk.]

I can't imagine I will, save for a bit of fun. [He didn't form a pact to control Beel or anything.] Is your other pactbearer one of the humans you've told me about before?

Yeah. Yuki, our transfer student.

[It's odd to talk about them so eagerly. When was it that they became a part of the family, nearly as important as his siblings? He's not sure.]

They risked themselves to save my life. I felt I owed them something for doing what they did... and they asked for a pact, so that they could get Lucifer to respect them enough to help smooth things over with Belphie.

Or, well... that's mostly the truth.

[Things had come to light not to long ago to shift that a bit... and not everyone had taken it well. Beel can imagine Asmodeous probably sulking in a bathroom somewhere.]

But it doesn't matter at this point. I still trust them a lot. And they really helped get Belphie back somehow.

Heh. I like the sound of them already.

[From what Temenos knows of the situation, obviously things haven't been smoothed over just yet, but that's still a goal he can respect. And it goes without saying that them wanting to protect Beelzebub puts them high in his estimations.]

I should like to meet them at some point as well.

Mn. I think you might get along. They're... hmm. Bold? Like you.

[You sassy humans and your sass.]

I can't guarantee they'll be here when we reunite. Their exchange trip ends at the end of the year. But... I'll tell them about you.

I think out of anyone, they'll understand.

[Either they would get along or Temenos would annoy the hell out of them. Maybe both?]

Ah, so their presence in the Devildom is a temporary one. It would be a shame to miss them, but time waits for no one. I'll hold out hope, though. It would be nice to have a fellow human around.

[Especially one with Devildom experience.]

It's been a weird change. But even with our pact, I think I'm really going to miss them.

Solomon might be around sometimes. He's had a pact with Asmo for longer than I can really remember. Just don't eat anything he cooks.

[It's a very, very serious warning, accompanied with a brief look of almost angered disgust. Coming from him? This is a lot.

Still, he gets his mind off that horrible sorcerer's cooking easily enough.]

Do you think I'll be able to meet any of the people you travel with?

Haha, duly noted.

[If Beelzebub is saying not to eat someone's cooking, then Temenos is staying far, far away.

He brightens up when Beelzebub shows interest in the party.]

Oh, I'll insist that you do. I imagine we'll all be together for quite some time still, so there will be plenty of opportunities.

They are all very kind people. You and Ochette will be fast friends in particular, that much I am absolutely certain of. Hunting and preparing what she captures is her passion.

[Beel would get to try so much jerky.]

[Oh, look at that smile. That warms Beel's heart quickly.]

She must be a really good cook if you think we'd be friends that fast.

What about the others?

See you next time

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