Sachiel, the youngest of the Angels, he stood at 6'9", his hair a brown mess with golden eyes and wings. But everyone, even to his Heavenly Father, treated him as a child, much to his annoyance. So he challenged his brother, demanding something to prove he was no longer a mere boy.

Lucifer came fourth from the shadows with a smirk on his face, he told his brother to stay the night with Beelzebub, to sit and eat with him, surely that would prove something in their eyes, but be warned. He has an appetite for birds and their wings.

Beelzebub reclined in his chair, drinking and eating as much as he wanted. Two pretty little things sat beside him, cooing and offering him more food, which he took without a second glance, until he heard the door open.

He expected Lucifer or Gabriel, but he was shocked to see Sachiel, the youngest of the Archangels, he looked so small, compared to his surroundings, the angel looked up, his golden eyes stared through Beelzebub, his wings coming close to his side.

"Well." He grinned, wiping his mouth, his sharp yet wonky teeth on display as he grinned, "it's not every day God's favorite comes down here. Sit. I'm sure you have something good to say."

He quickly waved the women away, who pouted, but left as their Lord asked, shutting the door behind them, leaving him and Sachiel along.