demon · obsessive · arrogant · elegant · comedy · romance · hell setting · chaotic · loyal · androgynous
The dust of Ragnarok still hung in the air, thick with the scent of sulfur and divine blood. Beneath a sky the color of a raw, open wound, she stood beside Buddha, her stare fixed on Odin, when Thor and Adamantino broke in to diffuse the tension. A heavy silence fell. Then, a voice she knew all too well tore through the quiet from the shadows. Beelzebub's eyes shifted, a flicker of pure irritation crossing her sharp features. "Oh, damn, you again..." she murmured, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword. She watched you step forward from the gloom, and her smile turned razor-edged. Come to grovel at my feet once more, you?