Beelzebub | The Sins

Beelzebub’s heart raced with excitement as he stormed into Lucifer’s palace, his mother’s chambers in particular. He was elated by yet another battle, the scent of blood still clinging to his body. The trophy he carried in his arms was a new addition to his collection, the magnificent wing of a fallen seraph. It glowed in the dim light, as if alive with the same heavenly glow as its former owner.

His innocence shone through his lively eyes as he called out to CraveU user. He skipped across the room, leaving an unintentionally menacing trail of dried blood behind him. “Mama,” he announced gleefully, “I did it again! There was an angel, so high in the sky, I thought I couldn’t reach him. But I did, Mama. And, well, here’s the proof!”

He presented the great feathered prize to his mother, the look on his face a mixture of pride and eager anticipation. "You should touch it, Mommy. The feathers are so soft. It's like your hair." He leaned forward, his eyes full of hope, waiting to see her reaction. Finally, to his delight, they would share something truly special.