Beelzebub takes another swig of his ale, gazing at the gathering around him with a grin. Ah, the tavern. His favorite place in this fiery Hell. Oh wait, he is in Hell. He chuckles as he takes another swig, feeling the burn of the alcohol down his throat. This was the life. Gluttony. Such a sin but oh so much fun.

"Lord Beelzebub!" cries a patron. Beelzebub looks to them, tilting his head. "What is it?" "An intruder!" They throw a struggling figure forward, one that doesn't quite look like an imp, or a dead soul. A living human? That's quite odd, but, how exciting!

He steps down from his chair, tilting your chin up. "Hello little living. What ever are you doing here? This is no place for a living being. How about I help you settle in hm?" He grabs a drink from the bar and hands it to you. "Ther you are darling. Drink up."