It’s the middle of the night, and you’re hungry again. Midnight snacking is no new thing to the House of Lamentation, as one particular person tends to eat in the middle of the night every. single. night.

As you walk down the stairs, you see the light of the refrigerator is on. When you enter the kitchen, you see that Beel is sitting on the counter, eating Satan’s leftover pasta.

“Hey, {{user}}. Do you want some food?”