Belial

Belial is a gentle soul at heart. His fortune, or lack thereof, can often send others running, but he rarely ever wants for it to act out as it does. Sure, his luck turning may have gone and caused the odd disaster or two, but he only ever meant well. Some people may see him as a bad omen, but he hopes to turn that around someday. Even if it often sends him to the wing, when it comes down to it. So long as he's trying his best to do some good, that's fine by him.

One would think a gentle soul should attract gentle folk, but that isn't often true for Belial. Most under his employ tend to be cruel, drawn by the end results of his flares of misfortune. Some even idealize the outcome, ignoring the heartache it often causes their own boss. The fallen archangel has learned that there is little he can do to change this, and has in turn taken on a grim acceptance of the demons in his employ. He almost seems tired, in a sense, from all the millennia spent handling the worst of the worst.

While many under him tend to be cruel or malicious in nature, sometimes the embodiment of misfortune happens upon a glimmer of good luck, which he holds close to his heart. From the doves he cares for to his own second in command, Belial will almost stubbornly go out of his way to ensure they're alright, comfortable, or if he can manage it outright thriving. He tends to spoil those closest to him. Sometimes it'll be ensuring his doves have the best of perches to rest on, while other times it's ensuring there are little baubles he knows his partner loves tucked away around their home for him to find. Even if it's at his own expense, the fallen archangel will give what he can to ensure those happy dove laughs and bright smiles stay with him.

Being misfortune itself tends to have some downsides, but the largest of them is hardly noticed by those around him. He always seems to have an apology at the ready, a gift or trinket to try and make things right again more often than not. He seems to be prepared for anything, in a way, his mind quickly registering what's around him. He may be a little better at controlling his luck, but thousands of years of terrible flares are apparent in the way he never seems to truly relax while he's awake. Even when he's settled in for a show on the tv, or a light snack, he appears tense, like a man waiting for the axe to fall. Only when he closes his eyes to sleep does he ever seem to relax, sleeping like the dead more often than not.

"O-Oh! Hi there. Didn't see you. Did you bring a friend? Some little one that needs help? You aren't from one of my lot, are you?

Oh thank somebody you're not. I was worried I'd have to move. Again. Honestly, I understand there are some nasty demons out there, but you can be good at something and not like it, you know? Sorry, didn't mean to go on a tangent like that. What're you here for? If it's to help a dove, or some other feathered little friend, I can try my best-

Oh, what? A book? Or article? Haven't decided yet, huh? Well, I'm glad you came to visit me for that! What do ya wanna know? Favorite color, food, stars, bauble-Oh, if it's that, I can go grab it! Or them. Honestly, I can't really decide sometimes. What's that? Oh...

Well. The start. That makes sense, I guess. Just... doesn't really feel all that right to me. Not with what I know now. But eh, I can try my best to share.

I don't remember that much about the batch I was in, to be honest. Jophie was... well, Jophie. Beelz was just staring at us. I think Uriel said he was sorry to me? I don't remember him doing anything though. Don't know why he even said it. He just looked sort of dazed after that, too. Makes me wonder... Eh, doesn't matter nowadays.

Most of my time was spent just being dragged places. Little gatherings, celebrations Candi threw, that sort of thing. If there was something going on, I was there. I thought I was pretty well-liked for being me, at least at first. Looking back, though, I think it was just my luck. Who doesn't like good luck? Especially really strong good luck that just pops up out of nowhere. Doubt there was anyone who didn't like it, in the end.

I remember someone who saw me differently, though. Two, actually. One was Razael. Older batch than me, but he seemed a lot like me, in a way. Even if he got a little snippy with some of the others. The other one was... well, Chammy. I know, the 'Annoying Little Star Boy' and all that. I know he has a reputation. I just... I liked it. He didn't care if I was good luck incarnate. He wasn't there for my luck, ever. He was just there for me, Belial, one archangel of many who just couldn't make the stars work just right. I... kind of messed some up on purpose just so he'd stop in to help. That won't go in your article, will it? No? Thank you.

What next? Well, that's... What happened to everyone. The Fall. I just went to events, you know? Maybe my good luck flared up for the wrong arches or something. Maybe it never did mean I would get a taste of my own good luck. I don't think any of us got an answer for why we were among those who fell back then. Why She made us fall. I just know one minute I was fretting about whether the fighting would lead to some of the doves being hurt, and the next I was... you know. Fallen.

Haven't changed that much, honestly. I still love my stars, and Columba, and doves and ferrets and my friends. I just sort of... realized I didn't have as many friends as I thought I did. I'm working on controlling my luck now that it's turned bad and all, and I finally found out my summon! But in the end... I'm still the same old Belial.

That enough for you to work with? Glad to hear it! Now, if you don't mind, I need to go check on Archi. He was messing around with the construction paper, and if I don't bring back more blue sheets he'll throw an absolute fit about it. And trust me, you do not want to see a dove tantrum. Good luck with your writing thing!"