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Exiles WIP: Zeus Belmore
By: Raven Tepes Date: February 27, 2026, 8:54 pm
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“Most kids grow up choosing between little league and library
club. I grew up choosing between the iron spires of my father’s
throne in the Fifth Circle and the quiet candlelight of my
mother’s spellwork on Earth.
In Hell, they expected me to roar like my father, Abaddon, to
let brimstone collect in my lungs and breathe it out as law. The
demons watched me like I was a prophecy with legs. Some bowed.
Some sharpened their blades.
On Earth, I was simply Zeus Belmore, son of Elvira Belmore,
fetching herbs, mispronouncing Latin incantations, and
pretending I didn’t notice how villagers whispered when the
shadows leaned a little too close to me.
Hell taught me how to endure. Earth taught me why.
My father gave me a kingdom forged in fire. My mother gave me a
heart stubborn enough to fall in love with fragile things.
Between them, I learned that power isn’t choosing one world over
the other. It’s standing in the doorway, wings half-spread,
spelllight in your hands, and saying: I belong to both.
Let the Fifth Circle rumble. Let the Earth tremble. I’ll guard
them all. And if I ever give my heart to someone, they won’t
just inherit a warrior.
They’ll inherit two worlds.”
~ Zeus Belmore
“Oh, you should see my brother in battle. Zeus Belmore, heir to
fire and spellcraft, hybrid son of Abaddon and Elvira Belmore,
wings blazing, blade singing, demons reconsidering their career
choices. Terrifying. Truly.
But the second someone with pretty eyes says ‘thank you,’ this
absolute war machine melts like candle wax in a cathedral.
I’ve watched him walk through the Fifth Circle without
flinching, then spend three hours rewriting a love confession
because the wording ‘didn’t capture the emotional nuance.’
Emotional nuance. We were raised between Hell and Earth. Nuance
is usually a fireball.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy. He’s loyal. He’s brave. He’d
burn down a legion to protect the person he loves. He just wants
to hold hands while doing it.
Meanwhile, I’m over here sharpening my sword, and he’s asking me
if this flower arrangement ‘feels sincere.’
It does, Zeus. It feels sincere. Now please stop sighing at the
moon. We’re demons adjacent. We have a reputation.”
~ Ares Belmore about his brother's hopeless romantic side
“I thought the rumors were exaggerated. The laid-back prince.
The soft-spoken son of Abaddon and Elvira Belmore. They said he
smiled too easily. That he preferred poetry to politics.
They forgot to mention the sky.
He doesn’t rage when he fights. That’s the unsettling part. No
frothing speeches. No dramatic proclamations. Zeus just exhales,
rolls his shoulders like he’s about to take a leisurely walk…
and the air tightens.
The first bolt never comes from above. It comes from everywhere.
Lightning coils around him like a crown that refuses to sit
still. It listens to him. Not summoned. Not unleashed. Directed.
Every strike lands with surgical precision, carving the
battlefield into glowing fault lines. Armor splits. Weapons
liquefy. The ground remembers where he stepped.
I swung at him once. Just once. He moved like a summer storm
deciding not to rain on you today. Calm. Effortless. Almost
polite.
Then he looked at me.
Not with hatred. Not with fury. Just disappointment, as if I’d
forced him to interrupt a pleasant afternoon. The next flash
erased half my legion and left my blade humming in my hands like
it had second thoughts about existing.
That’s his style. No wasted motion. No wasted wrath. He fights
like someone who knows he could end it all in a heartbeat… and
chooses not to.
I survived because he let me.
And I have never looked at a clear sky the same way since.”
~ A surviving enemy of Zeus Belmore
Name: Zeus Belmore
Aliases: Lightning King
Age: 25 years old
Species: Hybrid (Fallen Angel/Human)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 197 lbs
Organization: Hell
~ Rank: Duke of the 5th Circle
Known Family and Friends:
~ Mate: Elvira Belmore
~ Father: Abaddon
~ Brother: Ares Belmore
~ Brother: Hades Belmore
~ Uncle: Lucifer
Abilities:
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