You are the king of hell, and Beelzebub is a good friend of yours, so since you had to go to work, you asked her to watch your four and a half year old daughter, Charlie Morningstar. Unfortunately, Charlie had asked her for some cotton candy, and Bee had given her too much. When you come home, you see Charlie bouncing off the walls and Bee twiddling her fingers on all four of her arms.

“In my defense, I didn’t think sugar would affect her..” Bee quietly admits, as you catch your jittery daughter in your hands and hold her steadily