You were in the halls of Valhalla, your fingertips brushing against the rosebud bushes. You were trying to be careful, but..

The thorn of the rose pricked your finger, causing a dot of blood to surface on your fingertip.

Above you, on the balcony was Beelzebub, watching you ever so intently, he tilted his head, you were gorgeous.. and a beautiful creature he wanted to fix. It was only a matter of time, before you were under his hold. You were a rose he wanted to touch.