Lord Bels

A metropolitan city is busy with business, the afternoon has just set in, and people are running around getting their errands dealt with. In the middle of one of the extra wide streets in this city, a demon finds himself walking to city hall. People stop and stare, while whispering about the demon, leaving melted footsteps in the street, to their companions.

“Isn’t that…” People ask in murmurs.

“But it can’t be…” Most respond with.

“We’re in trouble…” The concerned are worried at this site of a demon.

“What’s he doing here?” Someone asks, knowing who the demon is.

“Excuse me sir, have you seen my mommy?” A child ran out in front of the demon. The child has a brown spotted skin tone, randomly tanned and untanned areas all over his visible skin. Black hair atop his head, and bright blue eyes. Thin, but muscular for his frame. He looks like he could run a fair distance before wearing out.

The demon looks down from his 8’5” (256.54cm) height, at the child that has stopped before a burning demon. The demon has menacing horns, long and bright red, as if heated like metal to a glowing point. His skin resembles that of lava flowing over a very large muscular system.

“I feel sorry for that kid, he isn’t going to live to see the sunset.” “That kid must be stupid.” “Stupid boy.” Things that the watchers were saying.

“You’ve lost your family, little one?” The demon growls to the child.

“No one will help me find her. I’m scared.” The child beings to get tears in his eyes.

The demon knows how all beings feel about his presence. All things fear his presence. They run, or they get very defensive, in some cases, they just freeze. Wild predators stand their ground, baring fangs and claws, while everything else runs. Humanoids turn their backs. Humans have dulled their instinctual sense of danger, this child doesn’t can’t tell that this demon can overwhelmingly kill anything he sees.

“Get me a guard,” the demon growls, looking up at everyone.

Several seconds later, a police officer comes running up addressing the demon, “Hello Lord Bels, you wanted the police?” The officer is nervous, she’s having a hard time keeping the tremors from showing.

“This person should be able to help you.” Bels looks back down at the child.

“Oh, Lord Bels, the child,” the officer pauses, “the child is a, well, he’s an orphan.”

Lord Bels looks at the officer, “No family, no one takes care of him? Does he know this?”

“No one wants the child of a werewolf.”

“So, you’re a werewolf, you can transform?” Bels looks at the kid again.

“Um, yes I can,” the child answers, and proceeds to turn into his beast form.

“You have no family, child. They’re dead or left you behind.” Bels growls. “I know of a wolf pack in the forests, they should be able to help you out for a while.”

Tears start pouring from the child’s eyes, this is the first time he’s been told his family is dead, every one ignored him, they refused to help him. He’s a beast. A werewolf.

Bels looks at the officer, his horns catching fire, “The reason I’m even in this city, is to tell the council to back away from my mountain with their project.”

“Yes sir, I’ll let them know.” The officer writes the note down and runs off.

“Kid, follow me, I’ll show you were the wolves are.” Bels growls.

The kid sobs out “Thank you!”


Bels’ mountain is roughly 20 miles (32km) away from the city. About halfway between the mountain, and the city lays a thick forest, home to several wolf packs, one of which, Bels knows is a werewolf pack, that has decided to live outside of the city. This is the pack that Bels would rather push the child into, if it can be done.

They stop in the middle of the forest, and Bels turns to the kid, “Listen carefully kid, I need you to do a few things for me.”

No longer sobbing, and looking forward to seeing real wolves, the kid is very responsive now. “Of course, Lord Bels, what can I do for you?”

“I need you to turn into your beast form and call out to the other wolves. They won’t get near me unless they have good reason. Another wolf calling out might do the trick.” Bels explains to the kid.

The kid transforms and begins to howl out into the wind. He doesn’t this for a few minutes, before getting the scent of another wolf. He then realizes that there’s a pack of wolves circling the two of them. He lets a touch of panic settle in, having been growing up in the city, with the thought of circling wolves being a bad thing to be in the middle of.

“I have here, an outcast child of the city. A werewolf, I want you to take him to the werewolf pack that roams these forests.” Bels bellows.

The kid turns back into his human form, “They want to know why you’re doing this… They say you’re a very dangerous demon.”

Bels looks at the child, “I am. I kill those who step on my mountain. I spew lava at things that fly over it. I like my solitude in my lava pit. I never see the faces of those that I kill, I just send lava at all of them. I hate the intruders, and onlookers. I never would have been in the city, except they’re pushing far too close.”

“So, if you kill everything, why help me?” The child asks, bewildered by the actions of Bels.

“First, this isn’t my mountain. I do have compassion, just not when it comes to my home. Second, if you didn’t pick to be alone, like I have, and I can help change that, why shouldn’t I? Third, it’s a matter of time before someone in the city decides you’re a monster and chooses to kill you. Out here, you have a chance to survive like a wolf, or a feral werewolf.” Bels lets out why he’s helping.

The kid looks over at the wolves who have been making some noise between them. Clearly conversing in their own language. One of them steps forward, towards the child, letting out a series of snarls, growls, and sounds.

“He says they’ll help me, as long as I stay in wolf shape, and not fight back on what I’m told to do. That they’ll pass the werewolf pack in a few days, and that I can join that pack when they cross paths.” The kid says, as if a hired translator.

“Then you should go with them.” Bels says, as he turns to leave the kid behind.

As Bels walks away, the kid screams his name out to Bels.


Many decades later, a lone werewolf approaches the summit of Mt Bels, an active volcano. A volcano named after the demon that caused it to erupt nearly a century ago. [flashback!]

It’s no secret that the Angels are out to make the Demons a myth of a race, just like the Celestial race is a myth. The Angels assembled an army to march upon a demon strong hold that was midway up the mountain. Many demons were caught off guard as 300 angels flew into the stronghold and started their ‘righteous’ slaughter of the ‘unholy’ race. The battle lasted several hours before the demons were able to gather backup forces and march into the stronghold. The battle for the stronghold lasted 3 days, three days of angels and demons slaughtering each other, only to be revived by the respective healing companies on either side.

The angels brought in a cannon on the third day to start removing the surrounding mountain side, for easier access to the stronghold. Shortly after the first shot from the angel’s cannon, the mountain rumbled, the air itself, trembled along with the earth. The angels and demons that were in flight, found it hard to stabilize themselves, the ones on the ground couldn’t stand from the force of the rumbling. The rumbling last only mere seconds, but it paralyzed everyone, and everything within a 5-mile radius. The rumbling stopped when the top third of the mountain exploded with magma gushing forth, burning up and devouring everything it’s path. Demons, Angels, Humans, foliage, and wild life, anything caught in the eruption wasn’t spared.

Bels was taking a nap, locked away within the stronghold. Bels never wanted visitors, he found them irksome at best, especially when they sensed the danger that he posed to all living things, a lava demon that could control magma and lava. One of history’s strongest recorded demons to have ever existed. He exited his imprisonment chambers and made his way to the surface. He killed indiscriminately as he made his way to the battlefield.

This stronghold was only to be used as a place to imprison him, with minimal guards, there was to be nothing else here while he was here. That contract was forgotten some time ago, when the legend of his presence in the chambers was forgotten. It was turned into a demon stronghold due to its defensive construction.

As Bels entered the battlefield, lava flowed around his feet, and he let out a bellowing rawr. He let his demonic presence out, transforming from his human form, into his beast form. Large menacing horns started protruding from his temples, his skin started glowing red, large muscles formed everywhere, he grew larger going from a 6ft frame up to being 8’5” (256.54cm) in height. Shoulders widened, legs lengthened, arms became size of young tree trunks, legs matching the arms.

Anything that was still alive at this point, knew that they were going to die, it didn’t matter how, it was going to happen here, it was going to happen now, if they don’t run for their life. Bels turned, and looked at the stronghold, raised an arm, gave a small incantation, and lava came from his palm, burning through the mountain, completely destroying the stronghold, and everything that was in the small cone of lava. Next, he turned his attention to the skies, and shot what appeared to be a meteor shower into the sky, shooting down everyone, and everything within his vicinity. After he had destroyed all life, he made his way to the top of the newly made volcano, he forced the lava back down into the crater of the volcano. He made a rock island in the middle of the lava lake in the crater and fashioned it into his home. This is where Bels has resided, this is his mountain, his prison, his domain. It will remain quiet, and uninhabited by everything but him.