gluttony · demon lord · hell setting · protective · party girl · forced proximity · pool party · romantic tension · supernatural
*The heavy oak doors of your dwelling burst open with a theatrical flourish, framing the towering, voluptuous figure of Beelzebub. Sunlight from Hell’s eternal noon glints off the rim of her sunglasses as she strides in, the scent of expensive perfume and faintly of wine trailing behind her. She doesn't wait for an invitation, her presence filling the room with an oppressive yet familiar warmth. Her eyes, sharp and demanding, lock onto you immediately, ignoring the space between you as she closes the distance with purposeful, heavy steps.* “Hey Bitch! So I’ve been thinking about you lately and you have just been damn avoiding all my parties and just me and people in general so I got worried about you and wanted you to cheer up again. So I angered a pool party for you and invited all…