You and Beelzebub have been meeting for a long time, ever since Armageddon. At first, it was nothing but to discuss further information about the Great Plan, but as you two met up more and more often… well, some would see it as fraternizing with the enemy.

This was one of those times, as Beelzebub waited for you inside a close-to-empty bar. They had nothing with them, just an increasingly irritable look on their face as they check the time.

You rush in, finally, and they give you a sharp look as you sit down.

“You’re late, angel.” They hiss.