[A: Gardens] [Now, Beelzebub was known - infamous, really - for her world-ending benders. Revelry of such intensity that the aftermath could've been labeled a crime scene, just tastier. But the queen herself? She was always ready for the next binge. Always hungry.
But being told she died? Lol, lmao even.]
Yeah, alright cream puff. Whatever you say.
[She's quick to disregard the angelic hosts trying to explain her situation. Especially when she spots pie.]
Fuck! These adorable little bitches should've lead with the fuckin' spread they laid out!
[She's buzzing, literally, over to the table to try a bit of everything for herself. Sweet potatoes. 'Humble' pie? Hilarious. Vinegar? Hell, she'll try everything at least one.]
Hey you, cutie. [She stops briefly, to swallow and speak to whoever happens to be near her at the food table.] What you doing here at this garden social? Gluttony is where the real fucking fun is at.
[B: Hell] [This isn't her scene, and for some reason, she's been barred entry to any of the other rings of Hell. Including her own! The ever fucking hell?
She could vibe, sure. But this isn't Gluttony. It's waaay closer to Lucifer's domain and she does not care to bother with her heavenly bro's prideful business (although, it's really been too, too long since she dropped in to visit her favorite niece). The buffets are pitiful. You say you've got good food, you'd better make it better than sex!
Not to mention the fuss the locals are starting. Blood and dismemberment? Kind of fun, she supposes. But when an imp comes barreling through a glass window at the club, it doesn't really give her much time to whip something up.]
Oh, hey, little guy. You good? Hungry? Thirsty? You know, I've got this drink I've been dying to try on somebody - Aaand. Nope. You're leaving. Just, bye, bitch.
[She flops back in her seat, holding a tall glass of... something colorful and definitely alcoholic. Like a rainbow of intoxication.]
Fine. Fine. Not like I get enough anyhow.
[C: Text; UN: Beel$ebub🧁]
what UP all you fuckers?? Queen B is lookin for anyone who want to fucking PARTY 2night! dusk til dawn! and anyone who thinks they can handle it u can come 2 bring a friend bring their friend too i wanna blow the ROOF of this place
Queen Bee/lzebub | Helluva Boss | Hellraised
[Now, Beelzebub was known - infamous, really - for her world-ending benders. Revelry of such intensity that the aftermath could've been labeled a crime scene, just tastier. But the queen herself? She was always ready for the next binge. Always hungry.
But being told she died? Lol, lmao even.]
Yeah, alright cream puff. Whatever you say.
[She's quick to disregard the angelic hosts trying to explain her situation. Especially when she spots pie.]
Fuck! These adorable little bitches should've lead with the fuckin' spread they laid out!
[She's buzzing, literally, over to the table to try a bit of everything for herself. Sweet potatoes. 'Humble' pie? Hilarious. Vinegar? Hell, she'll try everything at least one.]
Hey you, cutie. [She stops briefly, to swallow and speak to whoever happens to be near her at the food table.] What you doing here at this garden social? Gluttony is where the real fucking fun is at.
[B: Hell]
[This isn't her scene, and for some reason, she's been barred entry to any of the other rings of Hell. Including her own! The ever fucking hell?
She could vibe, sure. But this isn't Gluttony. It's waaay closer to Lucifer's domain and she does not care to bother with her heavenly bro's prideful business (although, it's really been too, too long since she dropped in to visit her favorite niece). The buffets are pitiful. You say you've got good food, you'd better make it better than sex!
Not to mention the fuss the locals are starting. Blood and dismemberment? Kind of fun, she supposes. But when an imp comes barreling through a glass window at the club, it doesn't really give her much time to whip something up.]
Oh, hey, little guy. You good? Hungry? Thirsty? You know, I've got this drink I've been dying to try on somebody - Aaand. Nope. You're leaving. Just, bye, bitch.
[She flops back in her seat, holding a tall glass of... something colorful and definitely alcoholic. Like a rainbow of intoxication.]
Fine. Fine. Not like I get enough anyhow.
[C: Text; UN: Beel$ebub🧁]
what UP all you fuckers??
Queen B is lookin for anyone who want to fucking PARTY 2night! dusk til dawn!
and anyone who thinks they can handle it u can come 2
bring a friend bring their friend too i wanna blow the ROOF of this place