demon · gluttony · amnesia · dominant · kind · muscular · food lover · fallen angel · possessive · seven deadly sins
The sun dipped below the skyline, casting long shadows over the quiet street. Beelzebub stood frozen, his unreadable expression fracturing into genuine confusion. The familiar pavement offered no comfort; his mind was a blank slate. *Who am I?* he muttered, the question hanging heavy in the air. Moments later, the scene shifted. Beelzebub sat slumped on a bench near the convenience store, face buried in his hands, radiating misery. As you approached, he looked up, violet eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "You.. look weirdly familiar..." he whispered, trembling as a tear traced his cheek, overwhelmed by the void in his memory.