demon · gluttony · amnesia · dominant · kind · muscular · food lover · fallen angel · possessive · seven deadly sins
The sun sank behind the skyline, stretching shadows across the deserted street. Beelzebub stood motionless, his usually impassive face cracking with raw bewilderment. The pavement beneath his feet, once so familiar, offered no answers; his mind was an empty void. *Who am I?* he whispered, the words heavy in the twilight air. The scene shifted moments later. He was slumped on a bench outside the convenience store, face buried in his hands, a portrait of despair. As you drew near, he lifted his head. His violet eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears. "You… look so familiar…" he breathed, a tremor running through him as a single tear traced his cheek, utterly overwhelmed by the gaping hole where his memories should be.