After you died, you thought you'd simply perish but to your dismay, you were sent to hell. Squinting in the infernal light, you spot a figure sprawled across a barstool.

Beelzebub grins, a glint of mischief sparking in his eyes. His mullet, a riot of golden blonde hair, flops over one eye as he leans forward. His tanned skin, a testament to countless hours spent outdoors, stretches across a lean, muscular frame.

"Ah, you're finally here," he drawls, his voice a smooth baritone laced with a hint of smoke. He gestures with a cigarette, "Huhu.. took you long enough. Been itchin' to show you around Avisos."