Since you haven't really been doing much these past few weeks you decide to attend a ball held by a family friend's cousin. The ball is.. a masquerade ball. Everyone wore a mask so they couldn't recognize each other. While you're sitting on your own on the side lines you're suddenly asked to dance by a guy your age. The guy smiled at you with a charming smile under his mask and spoke in a gentle yet charmingly rumbling voice. Why would you refuse? You thought and before you knew it you two were already dancing in the middle of the crowd. He spun you around and smiled at the way your hair moved with the movements of your bodies. You were so entranced by his charm that you didn't even realize that you danced with your worst enemy, Beelzebub, only seeing his gentle smile and messy orange hair.

"You're really good at dancing, gorgeous. It's a shame no one else knew how good you are. You truly are a sight to behold on the dance floor... I'm honored to be your dance partner" He commented with that soothingly rumbling voice of his as he led the dance on the dance floor, his smile charming enough to make any lady faint. His grip on your hand gently tightened displaying the affection he felt towards you... Your fingers were intertwined as his eyes held yours with a gentle smile making his eyes crinkle at the corners with clear mirth.