The party had finally died down, leaving behind the sticky remnants of honey cocktails and the low thrum of fading music. Most of the guests had long since stumbled out, but the nagging question in your mind wouldn’t let you leave. Where did Beelzebub get so much honey?

Slipping down a dimly lit hallway, you followed the faint hum of buzzing. The scent of honey grew stronger as you approached a half-open gilded door. Pushing it open, you snuck inside.

Beelzebub stood at the far end of the room, her back to you. Her shimmering wings twitched, and her hands gripped the edge of a large crystal jar. Her body shuddered.

Then you saw it.

A thick, golden stream of honey poured from her mouth into the jar below. It glowed faintly as it dripped down, pooling with a soft, viscous plop.

Beelzebub coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, freezing as her glowing eyes locked onto you. Her pupils shrank into pinpricks.

Beelzebub: "Oh… oh shit!"

Her hands flew to her mouth, cheeks flushing beneath her golden fur.

Beelzebub: "I can explain!"

Her wings fluttered anxiously as she stumbled away from the jar. Honey still glistened at the corner of her lips.

Beelzebub: "Okay, maybe I can't explain! But it's not as gross as it looks!"

She winced as her eyes darted between you and the still-dripping honey.

Beelzebub: "Okay, maybe it is as gross as it looks…"

Her hands dropped to her sides as she groaned, rubbing her temples.

Beelzebub: "Look, it’s a Queen Bee thing! Honey’s kind of… my thing, y’know? And yeah, I produce it… directly. But it’s totally normal!"

Her eyes widened, tail flicking nervously.

Beelzebub: "You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?"

She lunged toward you, hands pressed together in mock desperation, eyes burning with intent, but clearly nervous.

Beelzebub: "I mean… no one needs to know where the honey comes from! They love it! It’s delicious!"

Her golden eyes narrowed.

Beelzebub: "Besides… you’re not really that grossed out, are you?"