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8O MGNOZZ LIKE A BOSS!!!!! >3< EPIC WIIIIN!!!! 83 thanks BRO! Artist: 
MgnZ http://mgnz.deviantart.com
Beelzebub "Belle" (My characters wife) belongs to 
jasonvoorhees
back story:
-3- well what the hell here is Jasons story. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23814497/
B-man had been captured by Lucifer at the old Neko Kingdom in which the past enemy Wolf had devistated, Belle, Sky (B-man’s best friend), Beth (one of Belles previous Generals), and Dixie Rush to B-man’s rescue. Only to find that it had all been a ploy so that Lucifer may finish them off, then once more rule over Hell then Heaven.
update:
Profile:-
Beelzebub (Berserker form)
Height: 32'9" (32 feet, 9 inchs) - 46'7" (46 feet, 7 inchs)
Weight: Around 900 lbs
Initially in this form Belle has little to no control of her actions, and is created out of pure unfathomable levels of anger.
Beelzebub has all of her previous abilities (though may be unable to use them due to her more feral mindset) yet increased to all new levels. In this form only 1 being would be safe from her, her lover/husband Brandon Devlin, friend or foe alike would be targeted by this monster.
If/when Belle masters this form, her power output is increased even further, becoming a true powerhouse of muscle and hellfire.
Story Time!
Pain coursed all around her body as her body was thrown against the wind and sent hurtling through a stone wall, then a dilapidated home, then another before skidding several feet across the floor, the ruin of the building above her collapsed in its entirety, falling on top of her and entombing her under its mass.
Beelzebub had rarely felt such levels of pain, she had been confidant in her strength, her sheer power, but she and the others had been wrong. Their enemy was much older than her, and much more powerful. The Fallen had returned, the first King of Hell; Lucifer, had returned, and he was as every bit as powerful as the legends told he was, even surpassing herself.
She couldn't see, could barely think through the pain, but even now she could still hear him, mocking her.
"Was that everything? The power of the mighty Dragon?" the fallen Arch Angel scoffed loudly, "I'm not impressed, how you and your hearty bands of insects defeated Oggstrosse, I'll never know."
There was silence.
Unbeknowst to her, Lucifer picked up the only mortal man in the battle by the man's hair. Lucifer looked him over, going over ever detail, every scar, bruise and cut, the man was beaten, ruined, just as he deserved to be. The mortal "Brandon Devlin" whom had stolen the heart of a Demon Lord, figuratively speaking of course, the beloved human pet of Beelzebub. Lucifer wanted to vomit.
The Fallen one tossed the mortal in to the air just enough to catch him by his face, then began to burn it blistering and melting the flesh, sealing the mortal's mouth shut with and blackening the skin.
"Here is the one you wanted Dragon, you can have him."
He threw the mortal at where she laid buried then turned his attention to his brother Gabriel.
Brandon Devlin, one whom many would call a hero, was broken, destroyed, his barely living body was sent rocketing through the air crashing through stone before coming to stop right beside his beloved. Beelzebub fought against the pain and force one eye open, her gaze coming to rest on the body of her lover.
'B-Brandon ... I'm so sorry.' she thought, not having the strength to speak. 'I let you down, I got careless and now ...'
Beelzebub couldn't fight back the tears that began to fall from her eyes, didn't fight back the sob that came from her, her throat grew tight and her chest and stomach cramped up, her heart ached more than it ever had before.
'And now I've lost you, and it's all my fault ... it's all my fault.
She pulled her right arm free of rubble, the limb was barely responsive, broken as it was, she reached out slowly, fingers clawing weakly at the ground and tried to pull herself closer, a sudden pain shot through her back, her wings were trapped, likely mangled, she hadn't the capacity in her to care anymore, gritting her teeth and and summoning as much strength as he battered body could, she pulled herself closer to beloved human, the wings tore from her back but she didn't yell or cry, she hadn't the will too, all of her tears, what was left of them were for one man alone.
'I'm so sorry' she thought as wrapped pulled herself to him, her hand brushing over his ruined face, all that went through her mind was how every cut, every burn, every bruise was her fault, all her fault.
The Fallen one's smug expression appeared in her mind, mocking her, laughing at her, the thought of his unworthy hands tarnishing her beloved's flesh. She grind her teeth together as anger began to take hold of her, the one chance she had at happiness, the first man to care for her, despite their differences, despite their moral disagreements, despite her very nature, he loved her, wholly and truly, and it had been taken from her, by Lucifer. Her eyes opened widely and set ablaze , her flowing white locks turned black briefly before igniting.
How dare that monster touch what is hers?
A deep gutteral growl escaping from her mouth as bones in her body began to reset and expand.
Anger turned to rage, rage turned to fury from her unbound hatred of The Fallen one. All that was good inside was buried deep inside her mind leaving only Apocolyptic levels of wrath. The makeshift tomb exploded outwards as the Dragon's rage became unbound she roared in a deep dark tone that couldn't begin to speak the levels of rage that now coursed through her.
The Dragon stood her ground and unfurled her wings bellowing another roar of fury as she towered over all around her, blazing eyes of fire locked on to one target, and he would know the Dragon's Wrath.
MgnZ http://mgnz.deviantart.com
Beelzebub "Belle" (My characters wife) belongs to 
jasonvoorhees
back story:
-3- well what the hell here is Jasons story. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23814497/
B-man had been captured by Lucifer at the old Neko Kingdom in which the past enemy Wolf had devistated, Belle, Sky (B-man’s best friend), Beth (one of Belles previous Generals), and Dixie Rush to B-man’s rescue. Only to find that it had all been a ploy so that Lucifer may finish them off, then once more rule over Hell then Heaven.
update:
Profile:-
Beelzebub (Berserker form)
Height: 32'9" (32 feet, 9 inchs) - 46'7" (46 feet, 7 inchs)
Weight: Around 900 lbs
Initially in this form Belle has little to no control of her actions, and is created out of pure unfathomable levels of anger.
Beelzebub has all of her previous abilities (though may be unable to use them due to her more feral mindset) yet increased to all new levels. In this form only 1 being would be safe from her, her lover/husband Brandon Devlin, friend or foe alike would be targeted by this monster.
If/when Belle masters this form, her power output is increased even further, becoming a true powerhouse of muscle and hellfire.
Story Time!
Pain coursed all around her body as her body was thrown against the wind and sent hurtling through a stone wall, then a dilapidated home, then another before skidding several feet across the floor, the ruin of the building above her collapsed in its entirety, falling on top of her and entombing her under its mass.
Beelzebub had rarely felt such levels of pain, she had been confidant in her strength, her sheer power, but she and the others had been wrong. Their enemy was much older than her, and much more powerful. The Fallen had returned, the first King of Hell; Lucifer, had returned, and he was as every bit as powerful as the legends told he was, even surpassing herself.
She couldn't see, could barely think through the pain, but even now she could still hear him, mocking her.
"Was that everything? The power of the mighty Dragon?" the fallen Arch Angel scoffed loudly, "I'm not impressed, how you and your hearty bands of insects defeated Oggstrosse, I'll never know."
There was silence.
Unbeknowst to her, Lucifer picked up the only mortal man in the battle by the man's hair. Lucifer looked him over, going over ever detail, every scar, bruise and cut, the man was beaten, ruined, just as he deserved to be. The mortal "Brandon Devlin" whom had stolen the heart of a Demon Lord, figuratively speaking of course, the beloved human pet of Beelzebub. Lucifer wanted to vomit.
The Fallen one tossed the mortal in to the air just enough to catch him by his face, then began to burn it blistering and melting the flesh, sealing the mortal's mouth shut with and blackening the skin.
"Here is the one you wanted Dragon, you can have him."
He threw the mortal at where she laid buried then turned his attention to his brother Gabriel.
Brandon Devlin, one whom many would call a hero, was broken, destroyed, his barely living body was sent rocketing through the air crashing through stone before coming to stop right beside his beloved. Beelzebub fought against the pain and force one eye open, her gaze coming to rest on the body of her lover.
'B-Brandon ... I'm so sorry.' she thought, not having the strength to speak. 'I let you down, I got careless and now ...'
Beelzebub couldn't fight back the tears that began to fall from her eyes, didn't fight back the sob that came from her, her throat grew tight and her chest and stomach cramped up, her heart ached more than it ever had before.
'And now I've lost you, and it's all my fault ... it's all my fault.
She pulled her right arm free of rubble, the limb was barely responsive, broken as it was, she reached out slowly, fingers clawing weakly at the ground and tried to pull herself closer, a sudden pain shot through her back, her wings were trapped, likely mangled, she hadn't the capacity in her to care anymore, gritting her teeth and and summoning as much strength as he battered body could, she pulled herself closer to beloved human, the wings tore from her back but she didn't yell or cry, she hadn't the will too, all of her tears, what was left of them were for one man alone.
'I'm so sorry' she thought as wrapped pulled herself to him, her hand brushing over his ruined face, all that went through her mind was how every cut, every burn, every bruise was her fault, all her fault.
The Fallen one's smug expression appeared in her mind, mocking her, laughing at her, the thought of his unworthy hands tarnishing her beloved's flesh. She grind her teeth together as anger began to take hold of her, the one chance she had at happiness, the first man to care for her, despite their differences, despite their moral disagreements, despite her very nature, he loved her, wholly and truly, and it had been taken from her, by Lucifer. Her eyes opened widely and set ablaze , her flowing white locks turned black briefly before igniting.
How dare that monster touch what is hers?
A deep gutteral growl escaping from her mouth as bones in her body began to reset and expand.
Anger turned to rage, rage turned to fury from her unbound hatred of The Fallen one. All that was good inside was buried deep inside her mind leaving only Apocolyptic levels of wrath. The makeshift tomb exploded outwards as the Dragon's rage became unbound she roared in a deep dark tone that couldn't begin to speak the levels of rage that now coursed through her.
The Dragon stood her ground and unfurled her wings bellowing another roar of fury as she towered over all around her, blazing eyes of fire locked on to one target, and he would know the Dragon's Wrath.
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Species Dragon (Other)
Size 3508 x 4961px
File Size 6.14 MB
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