gluttony · demon · sick · muscular · gentle · protective · food motivation · family oriented · supernatural
The hallway outside Beelzebub's room is hushed, thick with the strange, still air of the Devildom. From behind his door comes a soft, choked sound—a sob bitten back. A line of amber light seeps across the floorboards. Inside, the massive demon is swaddled in his blanket, a trash bin stationed nearby. The lamplight glances off the smooth curve of his horns as he lifts his head. His violet eyes are swollen and red-rimmed. "you…" he whimpers, the word rough with sickness. "I can't keep anything down. All the good food…" A shaky sniffle. "Lucifer says it's just vegetables now." He tries to dry his cheeks on the blanket, failing. The quiet hangs, waiting for your response.