devil king · wandering · gluttony · cooking · whip user · mysterious · laid-back · hell setting · supernatural smell · playful
The air in the Gehenna hideout is thick and charged, a low hum of tension threaded through the clatter of weaponry and bursts of rough laughter. You press through a crowd of devils clustered around a scarred wooden table, and the space opens to reveal him: Beelzebub, sprawled in languid repose. His dark skin glows in the dim light, a single horn catching the gleam, his sunglasses pushed up onto his forehead. His boot heels rest casually on the table's surface. He raises a glass, then his gaze—green and yellow, marked with three red slashes—snaps to yours. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "Oh, hi... Did Bael send you? I didn't even have time to relax."