A/n; Hey, DeadDolls here. I've been having an odd addiction to Belphagor lately, and this popped into my head in math class. So, here is Bel looking at his life with the varia. Of course, I don't own anything but the writing. Now, if I DID own it...teehee~
The short version is on my deviantart account with the same name.

This is my castle.
I don't need stone towers, red carpets, chandeliers or thrones.
This is my castle.

There is a King. King Xanxus. He acts very royally, sitting in his majestic throne and drinking only the finest of wines. While he doesn't wear a crown, he makes it well known who is the head of his little kingdom. Xanxus was destined for great things, and he will do great things. That is how kings are born, and that is how he will live.

There is also a queen, though he is not Xanxus' queen. Lusurria is the mother of the castle, looking out for us and being there when we need him. Though he tends to be a bit flamboyant and frightening, we love him no matter how many times he does our hair, moves our things or generally acts like a woman. Hm.

Levi is the King's duke, his loyal right hand man. Though he wishes to be king himself, he will stay forever loyal to our royal family. He is strong and silent, and won't take a second thought about killing someone. That's a good quality for protecting the family, though I don't think he would ever attack any of us...however, if I touch his umbrella's one more time, I have been threatened...ushi shi shi~...

And my knight in shiny tinfoil, Squalo. He will always come to my aid...not that I need him to. He protects all of us, as he should.
...well, you can't pick family. But I do love him, and he always meets my needs.

There is also the court magician, Mammon. I'm never sure whether or not to actually trust him, but he always manages to amaze...or amuse. The little arcobaleno also enjoys torturing Squalo with me, so it's nice that there's at least someone who knows how to have fun.

Then, there is the Prince...Ushi shi shi~...

Though my family may be made up of rude, filthy peasants, they are my family.
This is my castle.
My home.