[A: Pumpkin spice on everything] [What's a changing of the seasons without a bee or two? You can't expect the personification of gluttony to not partake in the milk and honey once she's been teleported into this strange place for yet another time.
Oh, and leaf piles. Everything to excess. You know how often autumn comes around in the rings? Especially hers?? Not often. So you bet she's diving into those orange leaves. You've never seen a happier sparkle dog Deadly Sin.
But you're going to. Because she's all but draping her multi-armed form over the next souls that cross her path.]
Heeey there, cutie! You're lookin' like a helluva snack right now.
[B: This place about to BLOW] [Hell is throwing a raucous shindig right now. Reveling in that most wonderful time of the year - for them, that is. A time for sin and pleasure, scaring goody-two-souls, drinking and partying hard and letting the world know that sinners have more fun. And who else but the Queen of Indulgence knows about doing some indulging right.]
What-up all my lovely bitches?! Your Queen Bee is here to keep the fucking party going and going! So be sure to get your fill and then some!
[This was just a regular party, for Hell, that is. In as much as a drunken stupor was regular for the hardcore beezlejuice drinkers here. The music was turned up to eleven the moment Beelzebub commandeered it, and everyone was feeling it.
She alternates between manning the music, and flittering from one partygoer to the next, literally buzzing with her busywork. Hands a blur, forming intricate symbols one moment and more intricate confections the next.]
Sup? You enjoying the party? Getting enough water? Here, have this-
[You're getting a massive treat shoved into your hands. It's positively mouthwatering. And probably highly fattening.]
[C: Half-price candy]
Oh, you are not doing it right at all.
[A sin loitering among the holy? Enjoying all the pleasures the Place Upstairs can offer her? Just what is this world coming to? --Which is about what Bee was thinking once angels started complimenting her "costume". Calling it "pretty accurate" and whatnot.
That just makes the costumes she's seen that much worse!]
The vibe you're giving off, babe? Fun! But no good. The fangs? Gotta be sharper - and you're not showing nearly enough cleavage there. You wanna be demonic you gotta live it up.
[The compliments have slowed, and there's plenty of odd looks going her way. All she does is sip her heavenly latte.]
Queen Bee/lzebub | Helluva Boss | Hellraised
[What's a changing of the seasons without a bee or two? You can't expect the personification of gluttony to not partake in the milk and honey once she's been teleported into this strange place for yet another time.
Oh, and leaf piles. Everything to excess. You know how often autumn comes around in the rings? Especially hers?? Not often. So you bet she's diving into those orange leaves. You've never seen a happier
sparkle dogDeadly Sin.But you're going to. Because she's all but draping her multi-armed form over the next souls that cross her path.]
Heeey there, cutie! You're lookin' like a helluva snack right now.
[B: This place about to BLOW]
[Hell is throwing a raucous shindig right now. Reveling in that most wonderful time of the year - for them, that is. A time for sin and pleasure, scaring goody-two-souls, drinking and partying hard and letting the world know that sinners have more fun. And who else but the Queen of Indulgence knows about doing some indulging right.]
What-up all my lovely bitches?! Your Queen Bee is here to keep the fucking party going and going! So be sure to get your fill and then some!
[This was just a regular party, for Hell, that is. In as much as a drunken stupor was regular for the hardcore beezlejuice drinkers here. The music was turned up to eleven the moment Beelzebub commandeered it, and everyone was feeling it.
She alternates between manning the music, and flittering from one partygoer to the next, literally buzzing with her busywork. Hands a blur, forming intricate symbols one moment and more intricate confections the next.]
Sup? You enjoying the party? Getting enough water? Here, have this-
[You're getting a massive treat shoved into your hands. It's positively mouthwatering. And probably highly fattening.]
[C: Half-price candy]
Oh, you are not doing it right at all.
[A sin loitering among the holy? Enjoying all the pleasures the Place Upstairs can offer her? Just what is this world coming to? --Which is about what Bee was thinking once angels started complimenting her "costume". Calling it "pretty accurate" and whatnot.
That just makes the costumes she's seen that much worse!]
The vibe you're giving off, babe? Fun! But no good. The fangs? Gotta be sharper - and you're not showing nearly enough cleavage there. You wanna be demonic you gotta live it up.
[The compliments have slowed, and there's plenty of odd looks going her way. All she does is sip her heavenly latte.]
What? It's true.