"My, these meetings are always amusing to watch."
Asmodeus chuckled a bit, looking down into the well. A few other demons laughed with him. Yes, watching the world meetings from the Well of Infinity was certainly a riot, seeing how those silly nations kept trying and failing to come to a common end that was borderline impossible to reach. Mortals could certainly be amusing at points, but few could measure up to these "nations." No matter how many times he watched them they never ceased to amuse the many demons of hell.
"What's going on?" a droned voice asked. Asmodeus turned around, seeing a familiar figure behind him.
"Another world meeting is in session," Asmodeus replied. His expression swiftly went from amusement to bewilderment at the person, "Why on earth are you wearing that, Belphegor?"
"What? I like these clothes…" the demon approached the well, looking down, "Must these meetings always be so loud?"
"Don't be so shocked, Belphegor," Asmodeus replied, "Just shut up and enjoy the show."
Belphegor looked down at the room filled with humans. These meetings came about every month, and almost never seem to go anywhere. No matter how much they discuss, the countries of the world could hardly ever come to some form of common ground. It was a shame, seeing them angry so often. While most of the demons of hell could find amusement, Belphegor grew weary of these long ago, and would normally sleep through them whenever they came about, much like that Greece fellow. If only they could be more like him, Belphegor hoped.
Then an idea hatched in Belphegor's head. He walked away from the well.
"Where are you going?" Asmodeus asked.
"Oh, you know," Belphegor shrugged, "Just out for a walk."
Usually out for a walk would mean he'd go nap somewhere on earth… but this time it seemed like he had a few other plans in mind… and that usually wasn't a good thing.
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"Dude I think the World Conference can convene! Solving all of today's problems by talking excessively!" America shouted to the other countries of the world, who all listened intently, "No matter how hard it seems, we can fix anything with enough meetings and photo ops. Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for reelection!" The free nation quickly went to a poster he had set up prior to the meeting. The poster depicted a massive human-like creature holding the earth in crude crayon. "I'll go first; about that whole using global warming to enslave humanity thing, I think we'll be ok if we genetically engineer a huge hero and have her protect the Earth! I give you the Superhero Globoman!"
"I agree with America, because-" Japan started to speak.
"MAN UP OR I'LL BEAT YOU WITH MY PEACE PRIZE!" Switzerland shouted at the passive nation.
England looked up from his paper and at America, "There's no way some hero will help global warming or humanity's enslavement." He attempted to continue talking, but was also quickly interrupted.
"If Britain and America don't agree, how can I be superior by dissing them both~" spoke France.
This was pretty much how most world meetings usually went. America was almost always the first one to speak with some crazy made up plan he had that usually involved enslaving humanity. Belphegor knew a certain demon friend of his would be happy to do that, but he wasn't one for such things. Japan would agree if only to remain on America's good side, Switzerland would object to Japan for that, England and France would start fighting; it was pretty much clockwork at this point. In fact Beelzebub even proposed making a drinking game based on these meetings, which he and his followers played every time. Belphegor recalled joining in a few times. Watching demons get drunk was pretty hilarious at times.
Although today, Belphegor felt like changing things up. He walked into the World Conference hall quietly. A mop of messy blue hair covered his hair, some of it slightly going over his eyes that were the color of soft lavender. He was in his usual clothes; a cozy blue and white stripped hoodie sweatshirt over a t-shirt with baggy jeans. He didn't wear shoes, usually opting for just a pair of white socks. A pair of security guards stood in front of the doors to the main conference room where the conference was taking place. They quickly looked at the blue-haired stranger that walked in.
"Sir, this is a private room," one of the guards said, "I'm afraid I must ask you to leave or we'll use force."
Belphegor looked at the two guards with his usual unsurprised look and fished in his pocket. As he brought his hand out, some blue magic was flung at the two guards. Within seconds, the two guards collapsed to the floor, sleeping. Just a small example of what Belphegor's magic could do. He approached the door and opened it just a crack… just enough for him to look inside without being noticed.
"Hey. Why don't you say something Russia," Spain spoke to the tall nation, "They stop fighting if you go over and step in."
"What? Why me? No thanks." Russia replied, pointing towards the nervous nation across the table from him, "I want to see Lithuania get in deep trouble and come crawling back for help. Then Latvia will be right behind."
Belphegor sighed and shook his head. The demons in hell were probably having a riot at this. That Russia would be more than welcome amongst them. Once again, Belphegor's hand fished through his pockets. Taking it out, he gave the magic in his hand a tight squeeze. He opened his hand, revealing a small, sparkling blue sphere roughly the size of a pea. It would be just enough. He raised his hand…
"Fire in the hole," he whispered as the threw the sphere into the room and closed the door.
Most of the nations didn't notice the sphere of magic land on the table. What they did notice, however, was the explosion of blue mist that followed not soon after. The mist flooded the entire room, sending most of the nations in a panic.
"What's going on!?" Germany shouted, "Everyone, don't panic!"
"Dude, I can't see a thing!" America shouted.
"GERMANY, I CAN'T FIND YOU! GERMANY! I'M SCARED!" Italy screamed.
The rest of the nations were equally as frightened and confused. A different kind of chaos spread through the room. However, within a few moments, everyone calmed down. The screams of panic were swiftly replaced with a few yawns. As one nation started feeling the spell come onto them, it soon set off a domino effect that spread throughout the entire room, as one after the other the nations became incredibly drowsy. A few heads began bobbing up and down as they tried to fight off the hypnotic effects of the fog. Not before long, the first few nations soon succumbed and were snoring away peacefully without a care in the world. Had their bosses been there they probably would be appalled to see their nations sleeping on the job… if they were capable of staying awake, that was. The number of sleeping countries soon grew as more and more of those present started to give in. As much as they felt they absolutely had to stay awake, the part that simply wanted them to sleep became too strong to resist. The world conference was turning into a world-wide slumber party!
Finally, there wasn't a single conscious soul in sight.
"Finally," Belphegor laughed, watching the many nations of the world sleep soundly, "I thought they'd never shut up." The demon of sloth smirked looking into the conference hall filled with sleeping nations. He gave off one last laugh before closing the door and walking away. For once, the world nations were completely at peace, all thanks to him. His expression showed a shit-eating grin as he gave the middle finger to no one in particular, knowing that everyone at the Well of Infinity was watching him. He'd be greeted to hell, both literally and figuratively, when he got back home. But for now, he was going to enjoy the magic-induced serenity. He made his way to a smaller empty room. Looking out the window, he saw that the outside was surrounded by the same magic mist he used against the world nations. "That should keep anyone out…" he said with a smug grin, finding a soft patch of carpet to lay down on. He gave off a content sigh as he brought his hands behind his back and crossed his legs.
"Meow." Belphegor watched with a smile as a familiar looking white cat with red eyes, black horns, wings, and tail came out from his shadow on the floor.
"Ah, Hypnos," Belphegor laughed, "Happy to see you." He lifted his arm up, letting the white cat put his head down on his chest, starting to purr softly, a smile on its face. He hugged the winged feline gently. "Well this is certainly an exciting day for us…" Belphegor chuckled before he closed his eyes, letting the sound of his friend's purring lull him to sleep.
And not a single fuck was given that day.