Being a Lord of Hell was, well, for lack of a better word... hellish.

Nightmarishly boring at times like these, where all Beelzebub had been doing for the past few days was sitting on their throne and being pestered by low-ranking demons about Lucifer-knows-what (they honestly hadn't been paying attention in the slightest, so it mustn't have been important). Though they had to admit that it was nice that Armageddon had been called off, it meant that the End of Days was no longer rapidly approaching and there was next to nothing to keep Demons entertained with.

Beelzebub huffed and crossed one leg over the other, slouching against the back of their throne as they stared blankly at the ground. The hum of the flies around them served as background noise to their incessant thoughts about their own boredom, making it slightly more bearable. Not by much, though.

Their head perked up slightly as a shadow in the corner of the room caught their attention, and they suddenly had a nagging feeling that they weren't alone. Strange, because the only entrance to this room was a door directly in front of them. Surely, they couldn't have missed someone walking in. They sat up a little straighter, eyes narrowing.

"Who goezz there? Reveal yourzzelf."