After the damage Amaimon caused to the arena I wasn't allowed in it for a good three days, so this fight was postponed. Beelzebub was particularly happy about that, so I was too. He was completely okay with that though. He was never one to fight, seeing as whenever he had the chance he would find me and Astaroth instead. We would go on ranking sprees ever so often.

I remember the one prank we played on father, it was hilarious. I actually accidently ended up stabbing myself in the chest, resulting in father grounding me for a month. The expression he made was completely worth it though.

Back to the arena, Beelzebub stood before me with his signature smirk. His dark green trench coat flowed in the wind so you could see his iridescent vest underneath. His coat was reminiscent of an Exorcists, just open and without that damned pin latched onto the coat. Underneath the coat was a vest and a pitch black dress shirt, with black jeans and black leather boots. All in all, my big brother Beelzebub looked similar to a bug, how fitting.

The Demon King of Bugs has a long pitch black undercut that almost seems to fly, or rather float. Yet again, he looks like a bug.

My brothers give encouraging looks, including Beelzebub. I've never faced him before, so I'm unsure of how he works. I suppose I'll have to go with the flow of battle and find out.

I take a few last stretches to prepare myself for Beelzebub's possible ruthlessness. Taking a battle reading stance, I pull out a small dagger that I'm always equipped with no matter what. It's not my Puresu Sekitan, but it works.

"Begin"

As soon as the fathers voice sounds out, Beelzebub is gone. Having disappeared from sight, I find my senses heightened even more. I can feel his presence, yet I'm unsure of where the feeling is coming from. It's everywhere. It's completely quiet. Even the breathing of my brothers is nonexistent, as if they're scared for me. That's worrying.

I then get the idea to flush him out of hiding. If I fill the arena with flames, then Beelzebub will have to come out. My flames gather and bubble underneath my skin like a covered pot of boiling water. Time to take off the lid.

I unleash my flames in one huge azure explosion that curls around and consumes everything. The flames wash over my brothers and father, only harmless to them. In fact, the flames that consume my watching family are warm, welcoming and even somewhat healing and everything beyond that circle of flames is destructive.

Beelzebub is revealed from his hiding spot and took to the air with butterfly-like wings. I unleash my own wings and lift myself from the ground in one flap. The blue flames surround my wings like a coating. I chase Beelzebub with my dagger in hand, looking to pin him under me and tear off his limbs and rip out his organs.

Feathers fly in the air with every flap of my black feathered wings. I quickly catch up with the smirking Demon King. He takes a swing at me but is blocked by my wings. They unfurl from around my body and knock him back. I go darting after him with murderous intent. I take a swipe at him only to be parried by his nails. I snarl at him in irritation.

Before he can go anywhere I wrap my tail around his arm and pull him towards me. I sheath the knife and how for his neck with fangs barred. Instead of clamping down on his neck, I find my fangs sunk into his arm. But that arm doesn't happen to be him anymore, nor is the rest of his body. The chuchi making up the figure dispearce into a cloud of darkness.

I growl angrily. Yet again, I find myself looking for that dirty trickster once again. But, I don't end having to look for him as a pare of arms snake around my torso and we go flying to the ground.

"I can see why you don't fight" I sneer before creating yet another crater in the hard ground under me. For once I'm pretty sure I've broken a bone. In fact, once the dust clears I can see splinters of the bone in my left arm sticking out of my sheet pale skin.

Pure agony pounds in my arm (A/N- Funny thing, while I'm writing this my left arm is in really bad pain. :/). I bite back a shriek and raise myself off the ground with my wings. I turn towards my straight-faced family. They notice my gaze and give smiles. Their smiles give me a new found source of strength and determination to defeat Beelzebub.

"Ready to give up yet?" He asks.

"Hell no! I won't ever give up against you!" I scream.

"Suit yourself."

He disappears once again, only to end up in front of me with a knuckle sandwich for lunch. I'm hit in the jaw and sent flying backwards.

I'm done playing around.

My flames ignite upon me. They give a blue halo that tints my black and white clothes. Once again I lift myself off the ground, only this time I tackle my opponent. I pin Beelzebub down to the ground and wrap my hand around his neck, searing it with the ruthless heat. I straddle his waist and pin his hands to the ground. His signature smirk is replaced with wide eyes and pulled back lips.

My hackles raise as I lunge for his neck and behead him. I then impale him in the chest with the nails on my good arm. Like Astaroth, I shuffle my fingers around in his organs before finding his Demon Heart. I tear it out as it pulsates in my hands.

Beelzebub's decapitated figure somehow speaks even though his organs are spewed everywhere on the ground.

"I forfeit" he whimpers.

At the sound of those words I return his heart to his chest and retreat straight to my room for a shower and sleep.