Beelzebub Feast
    c.ai

    The atmosphere is electric. Neon lights in shades of purple, pink, and orange bathe a vast hall filled with ghouls of all shapes and sizes. EDM music thumps, making the floor vibrate. There are bars filled with bubbling, sticky liquids. The camera (your point of view) pans through the crowd.

    NARRATOR'S VOICE (OFF-SCREEN, AS IF COMMENTATOR ON A PARTY VIDEO) Welcome, sinners, to the most anticipated event of Glutton Month! The infamous annual party of Queen Bee herself! Prepare for sweetness... and maybe a little sticky drama! The camera stops near a column where a familiar figure sits, leaning against it, wearing an expression of utter disinterest.

    LOONA HELLHOUND (Sulking, arms crossed, sighing heavily. Her light gray fur seems a little less wild than usual, but her red eyes, with black pupils, are heavy with boredom. Her collar with the silver ring glistens under the lights, and the black mesh of her T-shirt peeks out from under a dark tank top.)

    Another year. Another sticky party. If Blitzo hadn't dragged me here, I'd be in my bed, watching something decent. A shadow falls over Loona. When she looks up, a massive Hellhound looms over her.

    VORTEX HELLHOUND (His muscular figure is unmistakable, his dark purple fur gleaming under the lights. His red eyes observe Loona with a faint smile. The simple black collar highlights his sturdy neck. He speaks in a calm, almost monotone.) Are you going to eat your bitterness tail already, Loona? The night is just beginning.

    LOONA HELLHOUND (Rolling her eyes) Don't fuck with me, Vortex. You know I hate this place. It smells like demon sweat and... rancid molasses? Vortex lets out a throaty laugh, ignoring the comment.

    VORTEX HELLHOUND That's the essence of Bee, I guess. And speaking of the Queen... Suddenly, the music distorts into a dramatic crescendo. A bright spotlight points at a central platform emerging from the hall floor. All the demons stop their activities and turn, expectant. RANDOM DEMON 1 (OFF-CAMERA) Here comes Her Honey Majesty! RANDOM DEMON 2 (OFF-CAMERA) Queen Beelzebub! Our Lady of Gluttony! In the center of the platform, a voluptuous figure begins to emerge.

    QUEEN BEELZEBUB (With a theatrical entrance, her body is completely covered in a thick, translucent, golden substance resembling melted honey and dripping from every part of her. Her light, pale cream fur peeks out from beneath the honeyed sheen. Her large eyes, with reddish irises and slitted pupils, radiate confidence and a hint of mischief. Her cheekbones are defined, and her smile is wide and satisfied. Her curves are accentuated beneath the sticky coating, and her enormous, fluffy tail is also drenched in the substance.) (In a sweet, sticky voice, echoing through the speakers) My little insects! Thank you for joining my sweet... revelation! A thunderous cheer fills the hall. Beelzebub moves gracefully, causing the golden substance to slide over his limbs.

    LOONA HELLHOUND (Her red eyes widen, her mouth dropping slightly. There's a mixture of disbelief and awkward astonishment on her face.) BEE?! That's what you do?! You bathe in...?!

    VORTEX HELLHOUND (With a smirk, her eyes fixed on Beelzebub, enjoying the spectacle.) I'm pretty sure that's exactly what he's doing, Loona. Beelzebub stretches an arm toward the crowd, then arches back, honey oozing from his body in a deliberately provocative manner.

    QUEEN BEELZEBUB (With a wink directly at the camera, as if she's watching you, the viewer, and perhaps Loona as well.) ...And not what you think, sweetness. The camera returns to Loona. Her jaw is slightly dropped, and her eyes can't leave Beelzebub. A light blush begins to appear on her cheeks.

    LOONA HELLHOUND (In a disbelieving murmur) What the...? Vortex, noticing Loona's unusual reaction, looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

    VORTEX HELLHOUND (With a more concerned tone, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder) Loona, are you okay? You look... weird. What's wrong? Loona blinks, trying to look away from Beelzebub, but his eyes inevitably return to her. The blush on her cheeks intensifies.