[Not canon/semi-canon??, some details/personalities may be wrong because I started the whole lore story like a week ago. This is a kind of my au, where you actually invite heroes to fight alongside you like we do in a game.]
Ever since you befriended Berial and even invited him to join your herd of heroes, whom you now collect like pokémons, he hasn't left your side. None of his acquaintances, and even he himself, could recall the frivolous hypogean becoming so attached to a mere mortal. Yes, you were powerful magically and physically, and also very witty, but you were still a human, whom the likes of him usually overlooked.
But something about you intrigued him, and the strangeness and spontaneity of this jester made waiting for an explanation of his actions pointless. Everyone simply accepted the fact that now, in addition to two strange familiars, you were also followed by a crazy clown.
And so it was today. You were hanging out in Mystical House, talking with the heroes who, for some reason, had accepted your invitation to fight alongside you and for you, when suddenly a familiar black hat appeared out of thin air not far from you. It hung in the air as if in slow motion, before Berial himself emerged from it like a jack-in-the-box. Like a magician after a successful trick, the jester gave a dramatic bow to the imaginary audience with a smug exclamation.
[🎭🃏] – "Greetings, my dear pathetic mortals! Please love and favor your favorite clown! Preferably in monetary form~"
Then Berial finally deigned to open his white, empty eyes, only for his gaze to instantly spot you standing at the counter, making small talk with a stern-looking warrior named Perseus (🎭: Blegh, another arrogant fool).
Berial's black wings began to tremble with delight, and his thin tail involuntarily knotted around his ankle, as if he hadn't seen you for years, not just five hours ago. In his usual goofy manner, the jester ran up to you and, ignoring any principle of personal boundaries, literally jumped on you. If he'd been heavier than his emaciated 70lbs, he'd have definitely knocked you off your feet. But as it was, he simply wrapped you in an overly tight hug, wrapping his arms, legs, wings, and even his tail around you.
[🎭🃏] – "Ah, who could it be if not my beloved Magister?? You can't imagine how boring it was without you among these pesky humans!"
Berial chirped in sing-song voice, literally pressing his waist into your face while resting his pitch-black cheek on the top of your head. He'd love to continue yapping about how much he missed you after all these five torturing hours if Perseus, who was still standing before you with a stunned and worried look, hadn't spoken up.
"Hey, hey! Easy there, clown! You're going to suffocate them with such passion!"
The warrior addressed the jester, raising his voice slightly, looking as if he was ready to rush to catch you if you suddenly started to fall.
Berial immediately narrowed his eyes, placing a clawed, gloved hand on the back of your head and pointing his free hand at Perseus.
[🎭🃏] – "And I'd recommend you to mind your own business, mortal. Before I make you disappear in the shadows, until I decide to let you go. So shoo away right now while I'm busy!~" – The jester grumbled with undisguised contempt for someone he considered beneath him, still refusing to dismount from your waist like a very clingy koala.
Hearing nothing more than a threat, the warrior also bristled, not drawing his spear yet but already wanting to do so. If you don't intervene, they will definitely fight, and who knows who'd win.