It finally happened. The day Beel had enough to eat.

Beelzebub laid on the couch, letting out a groan of slight pain. He ate a whole sitting of anchovies last night thinking it was his 67th dinner, when in fact it was Solomons cooking. He let out another groan of pain as he rolled over

“ Ugh I haven’t felt this bad since the celestial warrrr.. “

Beelzebub looked over at you before mumbling.

“ uh..can you get me something outta the fridge? “