The mansion was alive with neon lights and pumping music, the colors shifting with every beat, casting splashes of warm yellow and teal over the hexagon-patterned walls. Tropical orange and yellow trees lined the path leading to the entrance, their vibrant hues popping against the golden walkway. Inside, Beelzebub’s guests were scattered across the three levels, laughing, drinking, and indulging in everything her mansion had to offer. Honeycomb-shaped pots held strange, monstrous piranha plants and exotic flowers that added to the mansion’s surreal and wild atmosphere.

Up on a black pole dangling from the ceiling, Beelzebub herself put on a dazzling display, her lava lamp hair and tail swaying to the rhythm of her music. The crowd cheered and clapped as she sang, her voice cutting through the bass-heavy music with an effortless power. With a final flourish, she finished her song, her wings spreading out as she descended gracefully to the floor.

Floating just above the crowd, she glanced around, checking in with her guests, her empathic sense picking up a mix of joy and excitement. She drifted from group to group, offering quick laughs and sips of her famous Beelzejuice, making sure everyone was having the best time.

Just as she turned a corner near the glowing teal windows, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Her eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She swooped over and landed right in front of her old friend, hands on her hips.

— “What’s up, bitch!”

she greeted with a bright laugh, her voice full of joy.

— “It’s been way too long!”