Hats -- A Ten Part Series

Not everyone has a flattering facial structure that can support the dawning of any hat on their head. Belial was one of those people; with curled horns that wrap around from the side of his head and protrude just below his ears, and a round face that made him almost look like a young teen despite being a few hundred years old by now. The demon had trouble with his wardrobe and keeping hats on his head had to be the most difficult task he had ever committed himself to. Ever since his mate, Jayden, bore a rather nice cowboy hat once, and again a mock police hat that made him look simply amazing, the childish demon wanted one for himself. The search was on to find the perfect had that would fit his face and make him just like his lover who wore his headwear with pride and looked good doing it. Now, the big question was... Where to start?

In the few hundred years he had been a demon, the fashions had drastically changed. One in particular he had always liked was the posh Englishman's bowler hat. The round top had always intrigued him, and the way it simply sat atop the head of the one who wore it was quite a treat. Belial was in possession of such a piece, as he had started a rather bizarre collection of clothing he would never wear. This included ladies undergarments, socks, point toed shoes, pinstripe suit pants, just the pants, and many other things that could stock a massive clothing store if he so pleased to do so. One of the things in that pile happened to be a bloodied bowler hat. One that he acquired by chasing down the wearer, and decapitating him with a cleaver. While it wasn't the best way to get something off of someone, Bel had his own special ways of getting what he wanted. Some of which simply made Jayden sigh, shake his head, and laugh at him. While those reactions confused him, he never questioned them, as his trust in Jayden was unconditional in every way. In the end, the bowler hat man was disposed of, the skull became a decoration for his shelf, and the rest of the corpse gong to his mate to pleasure himself with.

Rummaging through massive piles of clothing was not as fun as the movies showed it to be. In fact it was almost exhausting, as some of the dresses and a majority of the coats in his hoard were especially heavy. But he finally found what he was looking for. That round beauty that he so treasured and someday wanted to see if he could actually put it on and wear it with the utmost pride. The rotting demon smiled a bit before looking around his dank room, bricks covered in green moss and black blood splatters that had to be years old by now. It was after eyeing every corner of the room, even the floor and the ceiling, that he realized he didn't have a mirror as so he could see himself in. Well, he'd never actually thought of getting on if he was honest. Hell, the demon rarely showered, or even cleaned up. Instead he lived as a walking corpse who wore outfits made of Frankensteined patches of human skin tanned into leather. It was the only thing he knew how to make himself, and there were enough humans around to where he could actually make more should his clothing either rot away, or rip itself apart.

On to Jayden's room it was. With hat in hand, he quietly walked to his mate's dwellings. The basement of the building they called their home was rancid. Piles upon piles of bodies covered the floor, and the stench of rot was enough to make a normal person pass out from it. But his mate loved it, and hoarded corpses for his own pleasure, not that he minded, as Bel was seen to be one of that collection, and in turn something that Jayden loved. "Jay-den... Jay-den!" He called, speech choppy, as his ability to speak was rather hindered by his mind's ability to keep up with thought and speaking at the same time. "I wanna know if... Y-you had a... A mir-ror." The shuffling of the other demon was heard in the darkness and a sigh sounded. The clicking of claws came towards him and a light flickered on, revealing the mountain of rot and body parts that Jayden called a bed. "Yeah, I got one, over here. Whatchya got?" The green eyed demon was curious, trying to catch a glimpse of what Belial had in his hands.

Like a proud child, he grinned and held the hat towards Jayden. "I want to... To try this on. I wanna... Wanna look like y-y-you Jay-den." This made the taller demon laugh a bit and place a hand on his head affectionately ruffling his hair. "Well, let's see how it looks on you then." There was a skip in Belial's slow steps as he was led to the dusty mirror that Jayden kept in his room. With a streak of his arm, he wiped the dirt from the glass and gently pushed the corpse demon in front of it. "Well, let's see." With a nod Belial placed the round, bloody hat on his head. There was a pause, the air seemed to turn cold, and it took a moment for either one of them to say anything. "I vote no." Jayden was the first to speak, and of course he was brutally honest. The look he held on his face was a mix of perplexed and almost disgusted. "Not look right?" Bel cocked his head to the side like a confused dog. "Not at all. I think you need something better." What 'better' was, Belial didn't know. But it seemed that he and Jayden were about to go on a rather interesting adventure of hunting down the perfect head piece for Belial to wear.