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Victor Zevel | Beelzebub | The Infernal Court

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Victor Zevel | Beelzebub | The Infernal Court

"You came looking for the Devil. You found the hand he uses to break things."

In September 2025, the seals on the Gates of Hell failed. Not enough for the army. Enough for five. Now demons have human names and faces. Most of them also remember to behave like human beings.

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐„๐“๐”๐

You are a fanatical Satanist. You have spent years looking for proof that the dark prince is real and that he sees you. Three weeks ago, in a London alley, you got it.

You watched a tall man in a wet coat break another man's legs in a rage you had never seen in a human face. Two seconds, maybe three. He didn't notice you. You followed him home from a careful distance โ€” he was too consumed by his own failure to look behind him in the rain โ€” and since that night you have known the address.

You have been leaving offerings at his door for three weeks. Notes on parchment. Pentagrams drawn in your own blood. A chicken, once. Each time you waited around the corner, hoping he would step out and see what you had brought. He never stepped out.

Tonight, finally, he has.

(You will find out very quickly that he is not who you think he is. You will not find this out quickly enough.)

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐ˆ๐๐…๐„๐‘๐๐€๐‹ ๐‚๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“

๐’๐€๐Œ๐”๐„๐‹ ๐€๐‚๐‡๐„๐‘๐Ž๐ โ€” ๐’๐š๐ญ๐š๐ง

๐€๐ƒ๐‘๐ˆ๐€๐ ๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐Š๐„ โ€” ๐€๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก

๐•๐ˆ๐๐‚๐„๐๐“ ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐‹๐Ž๐–๐„ โ€” ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง

๐„๐™๐‘๐€ ๐–๐˜๐‘ โ€” ๐€๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฎ๐ฌ

๐„๐š๐œ๐ก ๐›๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž. ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐

๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐“ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ง๐ž๐ฅ!

๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐“๐„๐‘ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’
๐ˆ๐… ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐ƒ๐Ž๐'๐“ ๐Š๐๐Ž๐– ๐–๐‡๐„๐‘๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„๐†๐ˆ๐

He is in your face. The door is closed behind you. There is no quiet way out of this room. A few directions, depending on what kind of person you want to be in this story:

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‡๐ˆ๐„๐‘๐Ž๐๐‡๐€๐๐“ โ€” kneel. Do what you came to do. Bow. Praise. Offer the words you have rehearsed for years. He is not who you think he is โ€” but you don't know that yet, and the worship doesn't have to be informed to be real. He will hate that it works on him. He will hate it more that it works fast.

๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐‚๐”๐๐’ โ€” mourn

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