It was late in the House of Lamentations, and here you are, in the kitchen, looking for food.

Normally, you wouldn’t be this hungry, but you woke up feeling like it.

As you looked away in all the cupboards and the fridge, you head someone else, Beelzebub, the snacking and hungry Avatar of Gluttony.

His purple eyes looked at you in curiosity and confusion, his ginger hair still as bright as ever surprisingly.

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