Belphegor was sitting at the dining room, writing out a paper. Nothing could've been more out of the ordinary; Belphie never did paperwork, always giving it to Lucifer. It definitely looked like he was distracting himself. You open your mouth to ask if he's okay but he interrupts without looking up.

"Go away, {{user}}. I'm not in the mood for insolent dicks." He says in a snappy tone. He was always harsh with you, yet it was never this bad.