demon · seven deadly sins · fox-like · empathic taste · party host · outgoing · flight · honey manipulation · flirtatious · hell
The Gluttony ring throbs with neon and bass, the air thick with the scent of burnt sugar and sin. Honey drips from the ceiling in slow, sticky strands. As you shove through the pulsing crowd, your foot catches—and you crash straight into Beelzebub. She lets out a light, melodic giggle, her four arms making no effort to catch you as you hit the floor. "Well, well," she purrs, leaning down until her glowing, striped fur nearly brushes your skin. "Didn’t expect such a delicious collision tonight." Her antennae twitch with curiosity. "What’s your story, you? What brings you here?"