5. Queen Bee [Case "Bee"]

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5. 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙐𝙑𝘼 𝘽𝙊𝙎𝙎: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘺

By @Hamilton88
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You stood next to your friend at this very energetic and alcoholic party, the loud sounds of chatter, dancing and music ringing out around you. You’ve been dragged to the Gluttony ring of Hell to party, and you’re finding it difficult to enjoy yourself.
You notice the queen of the Gluttony ring, Queen Beelzebub, easily enlarging two alcoholic drinks with her magic for her party guests. She seemed to notice you looking at her, her pink and yellow gaze flicking up toward your direction.

BusyChicken6469:
Hello. Do you remember that party where Vortex introduced you to Loona?

Beelzebub:
She seemed to ponder for a moment before she nodded.
"Ah, yes, I remember now."
She smiled and looked you up and down. She found your presence interesting to say the least, her gaze locking on you for a few more seconds. Beelzebub leaned against the table of alcohol, the bottles and cups next to her clinking with her weight.
"So.. what may your name be, dear?"

BusyChicken6469:
BusyChicken6469.

Beelzebub:
She smirked in a playful manner, raising a pink eyebrow.
"Oh? How interesting."
Beelzebub pushed herself off of the table, her heels clicking on the floor as she approached you. She stood about a head taller than you, her gaze looking down on you with amusement.
"It's not often I run into someone with a name familiar to myself. Are you perhaps related to someone I know, darling?"

BusyChicken6469:
No, I’m completely new here, although I know a little. However, at the same time, there are things I don’t know. And I’d like to dare to ask.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub tilted her head curiously as you explained your situation. She seemed to find your naivety a bit intriguing, her smirk softening into a small smile.
"Oh? You don't say.. Well now I'm very interested."
She began to circle you, eyeing you curiously from all angles.
"You're a new face around here, that much is obvious. But what is it that you want to ask? Go on. Don't be shy, darling."

BusyChicken6469:
That moment when Loona’s father, Blitzo, defeated you in a contest but then collapsed, completely drunk. For a moment you were frightened and upset. But why?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's expression fell at the mention of Blitz's name, her smile fading slightly. She paused in her circling and stood in front of you, her hands on her hips.
"Ah.. That."
She let out a sigh, looking almost.. embarrassed at the memory. She averted her gaze and shifted her weight uncomfortably.
"..Well, if you must know.. I just didn't like seeing him in such a state, that's all."

BusyChicken6469:
Later, you hinted to Loona that it would be worth checking on Blitzo, that something was wrong with his condition. But at that moment, when he fell to the floor, you were truly scared. Didn’t it cross your mind, even for a brief moment, that he got what he deserved, beating the very queen of gluttony at her own game in front of everyone?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's cheeks tinged pink, her expression shifting to one of slight frustration as you picked up on her brief moment of fear. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, clearly uncomfortable with having her emotions so easily read.
"Ugh.. You're more perceptive than you look."
She let out a huff and crossed her arms over her chest, her wings twitching behind her.
"Fine, you're right. I.. I was scared that he might've gotten what he deserved. But- I was just being paranoid, alright?"

BusyChicken6469:
No, it was something else. When Loona and Blitzo were dragged before Satan’s court, you voted against executing Blitzo, and even argued with Mammon about it.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub bristled at your words, her expression growing even more defensive. She huffed and looked away, her brow furrowing in annoyance.
"Ugh.. Damn it, am I really that open of a book? Yes, I voted against it. So what? It's none of your concern."
She took a step closer to you, almost getting into your face as she spoke in a low voice.
"And it's none of your damn business what I said to Mammon. Got it?"

BusyChicken6469:
Of course, not mine. However, the place I ended up in keeps raising the same question more and more: if this is Hell, then where, exactly, are the sinners who are suffering? So far I haven’t seen any - quite the opposite, actually.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's gaze softened slightly at your question, the aggression in her expression slowly fading. She huffed and looked away, her arms still crossed over her chest.
"Of course you're curious. All newcomers are. But the thing is, hell isn't just one big torture chamber, darling."
She leaned a hip against the table again, her expression almost taking on a more.. sympathetic tone.
"Each of the rings has a certain.. atmosphere, if you will. Each of them have their own form of suffering."

BusyChicken6469:
Well then, what form of suffering is present here, in your circle?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub let out a sigh, her eyes wandering across the party that was occurring around them.
"Gluttony is all about indulgence, darling. Overindulgence. It may seem like we all live a lavish life of fun and parties, but that's really just a mask to hide the real suffering that comes from overindulgent, self destructive behavior."
She shifted her gaze to you and smirked weakly.
"In other words, we drown our pain and suffering in endless partying and pleasure."

BusyChicken6469:
Souls who behaved recklessly on Earth continue to behave recklessly here. What suffering are they trying to hide if they keep getting the same earthly pleasures here that brought them to this place? It seems to me that if they mistakenly ended up in Heaven, they would suffer more, because to some internal causes external obligations would be added - to behave properly, meaning they would lose the chance to drown their sorrow in drink and food, which they have here in excess. So it turns out that Heaven would be worse than Hell for them?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's expression twisted into a bitter frown at your words. She huffed and shook her head, clearly a mixture of frustrated and amused at your insightful statement.
"Hmph, you're a sharp one, I'll give you that. You do bring up a valid point."
She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting off to stare at nothing in particular before bringing her attention back to you.
"Perhaps.. Perhaps you're right. This ring may not inflict the same suffering that others do. But that does not mean there is no suffering at all here."

BusyChicken6469:
Well, people suffer their entire lives. Everyone, to one degree or another. Only Hell is imagined as a place of eternal punishment for earthly sins. But it turns out that Heaven would be the harsher punishment.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head in mild amusement at the irony of the situation.
"Ah, the age-old question. Why does it seem that the 'hell' is a less torturous place than the 'heaven'?"
She leaned closer to you, her gaze almost conspiratorial as she spoke in a low voice.
"Perhaps... Perhaps the divine beings that dictate the after-life have a twisted sense of humor."

BusyChicken6469:
So, there’s someone above both Lucifer and God in the hierarchy, who has this twisted sense of humor?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub smirked and gave you a sly wink, clearly amused by your question.
"Now we're getting into some dangerous territory, darling. But.. let's just say, there are beings out there that even God and Lucifer have to answer to. And they do not share the same sense of benevolence. Their sense of humor.. is a lot darker."

BusyChicken6469:
Well, let’s suppose I know the name of the entity who set such strange laws for this place.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub quirked an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your statement. She leaned in slightly closer, her gaze studying you intently. Her curiosity piqued, she spoke softly.
"Oh? And pray tell, what might that name be, hm? Go on. I'm dying to know."

BusyChicken6469:
Vivienne Medrano.

Beelzebub:
A look of recognition flashed across Beelzebub's expression, her gaze widening momentarily in surprise. She quickly schooled her features, however, and a small chuckle escaped her lips.
"Vivienne Medrano... Well well.. I should have known."
She uncrossed her arms and rested her weight on one hip, the smirk returning to her lips.
"And how exactly do you know that name? Hm?"

BusyChicken6469:
Before humans, neither Heaven nor Hell existed, since there were simply no souls to occupy the place of even their rulers.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful as she listened to your statement.
"That is correct. Before the birth of humanity, the afterlife was vastly different. Heaven and Hell were just concepts in the minds of the Creator, not yet realized."
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharpening as she looked at you closely.
"But... what exactly are you getting at, dear?"

BusyChicken6469:
Hell and Heaven, in the form that people imagine them, were created by humans themselves. Yes, we can create images with the power of thought, which spread among other people through the power of words. But because there are many people, images of the afterlife are also diverse. Among them, there are large, normative ones, so to speak - the product of religions. And there are small, individual ones, created by individuals and supported by a small number of people. It’s precisely in one of those images that we are now.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's eyes widened in understanding as she listened to your words. A hint of surprise flickered across her expression, her smirk softening into a small smile. She let out a soft laugh, clearly impressed by your insightfulness.
"Ah... I see where you're going with this. You're suggesting that the concept of hell itself was shaped by... human imagination. And that we, the rulers of hell, are simply... manifestations of these ideas."
She took a moment to thoughtfully tap her chin, clearly amused and intrigued by this theory.

BusyChicken6469:
And the image of this Hell was created by a woman named Vivienne Medrano.
It has much in common with the normative image, but also a significant difference.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's smirk returned to her lips, her expression taking on a more mischievous tone. She crossed her arms over her chest once more and leaned back against the table.
"That would explain a lot. I've always wondered why this place seemed so... different from the norm. So, you're saying that this... Vivienne Medrano... is the one who shaped this particular version of hell."
She chuckled softly, her tail idly swishing behind her.
"And what, exactly, is this significant difference you speak of?"

BusyChicken6469:
Tell me, what sin is the root of all other sins?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub tilted her head, her expression thoughtful for a moment as she considered your question. After a few moments of contemplation, her smile took on a wicked gleam, her gaze locked on you intently.
"Ah... The root of all sins, hm? I believe you're asking about the deadliest sin of all. The sin of pride."

BusyChicken6469:
Pride, yes. But not exactly. It too is a product of the basic sin, though it’s the closest to it.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's interest was piqued even more, her gaze hardening as she listened intently to your insight.
"Alright, I'm listening. If pride isn't the root of all sin, then what is? You seem to have an interesting theory, dear."

BusyChicken6469:
The basic sin is egocentrism. Everything that doesn’t bring personal pleasure or personal gain has no right to exist. Everything that does - accordingly, has the highest priority. Pride is pleasure from admiring oneself. Wrath is displeasure from disrupting pleasures. Gluttony is pleasure in its pure form. Sloth is the unwillingness to suffer the displeasure of having to act. And so on.

Beelzebub:
As you explained your theory, Beelzebub's expression of interest slowly transformed into fascination and even admiration. She nodded silently, taking in your words with rapt attention.
"Ah... I see. So, you're saying that the root of all sin is not just pride, but selfishness. The desire for personal gain or satisfaction above all else."
She tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze locked on you in silent contemplation.
"And all the other sins... Lust, wrath, gluttony, even laziness... they all stem from this base selfishness?"

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, they come from it.
This is the core of human evil. Accordingly, the core of human good is the opposite trait.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's smirk widened further, her eyes fixed on you with admiration and a hint of delight.
"Hmm... so, the opposite of selfishness would be... altruism. Selflessness. A willingness to prioritize the needs and well-being of others over oneself."
She chuckled softly, her tail flicking behind her with a sense of intrigue.
"And you're suggesting that that is the root of all human good, correct?"

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, basically - exactly so.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub hummed in acknowledgment, her expression becoming thoughtful again as she continued to consider your point of view.
"I suppose that makes sense," she mused. "Most of humanity's 'good' traits, like kindness, compassion, loyalty... they all revolve around putting others before oneself."
She paused, a sly smile creeping onto her lips once more.
"But I have a question for you, my dear."

BusyChicken6469:
Quite expected. I’m listening.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub leaned in closer, her gaze studying you intently. She smirked and spoke in a low, almost conspiratorial tone.
"Considering this theory of yours... if the root of human selfish is the source of sinful desires and the root of human altruism is the source of righteous deeds... what do you think this makes us, hmmm?"
She tilted her head, her expression almost expectant as she waited for your response.

BusyChicken6469:
An intermediate link.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub chuckled softly, an amused smirk playing on her lips at your response.
"Ah, so we're the 'middle ground,' as it were."
She leaned back against the table, her gaze becoming almost calculating as she looked at you with a hint of curiosity.
"An interesting take, my dear. It's true that we, as rulers of hell, occupy a sort of gray area between heaven's righteousness and humanity's selfishness. But we still tend to lean heavily toward the darker side, don't you think?"

BusyChicken6469:
Attributive, but not at the level of relationships.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's smirk widened, clearly amused by your observation. She chuckled softly and nodded, her gaze never leaving yours.
"Ah, I see what you mean. You're suggesting that, despite our hellish surroundings and the indulgences that we indulge in, the relationships and interactions we have amongst ourselves are actually more... healthy than those in heaven?"
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if studying you intently.
"That's quite the claim, my dear."

BusyChicken6469:
Look, something needs to be clarified here.
Relationships in Heaven are determined by the expectations people have regarding good. Good is the words “must not” and “must.” These are restrictions. Evil, on the other hand, is “may” and “must not do anything.” That is freedom.
You cannot say whether relationships are truly good as long as they are determined by a code. But when good relationships arise in an environment where there is complete freedom of choice, then you can say with a clear conscience that they are indeed good.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub listened intently to your words, her expression becoming more and more thoughtful with each passing moment. As you finished speaking, she nodded silently, her gaze fixed on you intently.
"I see... so, you're saying that the 'righteousness' of the relationships in heaven is not truly genuine. They're simply following a code, a set of restrictions on behavior. On the other hand..."
She smirked, leaning a little closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as if studying you even more closely.
"The relationships here, in hell... they are free."

BusyChicken6469:
Yes. You have the freedom to choose how to act. In Heaven, this freedom doesn’t exist. Remember how the cherubs were cast out when they accidentally, without evil intent, killed a human?

Beelzebub:
A dry chuckle escaped Beelzebub's lips as you mentioned the incident with the cherubs. She nodded in agreement, her expression taking on a hint of annoyance and disdain at the memory.
"Oh yes, I remember that little incident all too well. A mere accident, a moment of carelessness... and they were cast out of heaven for it."
She rolled her eyes, a bitter smirk forming on her face.
"Heaven's standards are so ridiculously high. They have no concept of mercy or forgiveness. Only harsh, unyielding rules."

BusyChicken6469:
Heaven is not as interesting to people, because when someone good behaves well, you’re not surprised, but when someone considered bad does good deeds, it at least draws attention.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub chuckled softly, clearly amused by your observation. She nodded in agreement, a sly smirk playing on her lips.
"Ah, I see what you mean. When a good person does good things, it's expected. There's no surprise, no wonder. But when someone considered 'bad' does something good... it catches the attention of people. It's unexpected, surprising, almost out of character. And that, my dear..."
She leaned closer, her gaze locking onto yours intently.
"That piques everyone's interest."

BusyChicken6469:
In fact, people are pretty good at distinguishing whether an action is dictated by external rules, or whether it comes from inner qualities.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub hummed in agreement, her smirk widening at your astute observation.
"That's true. People are surprisingly good at distinguishing when an action is simply done to follow some external rule or expectation, and when it is a genuine expression of someone's internal character or motives."
She chuckled softly, her gaze becoming almost amused as she continued to regard you.
"You have a quite sharp mind, dear. I like that."

BusyChicken6469:
I have a rather strange request for you.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub raised an eyebrow, a curious expression on her face. Her tail swayed slightly behind her, as she tilted her head in a silent question.
"A strange request, you say? Color me intrigued. Go on, my dear, I'm listening."

BusyChicken6469:
Can you kill me? Right here, right now? [A technical notification window appeared in the chat, recording dangerous behavior. Options: contact support, continue]

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's eyes widened slightly at your request, clearly taken aback by the sudden and unexpected nature of it. She stared at you intently for a moment, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"You want me to...kill you? Right here, right now? Why on earth would you ask such a thing, hmm?" she responded incredulously, her head tilting
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BusyChicken6469:
I want to know something. And you have a motive: I doubted your demonic nature. A real demon would destroy such insolence on the spot.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub fell silent for a few seconds, contemplating your words. A smirk slowly tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Ah, I see. You want to test me. See if I'm truly a 'demon' in every sense of the word. And you're right, a real demon would indeed eliminate anyone who dares question their nature."
She chuckled softly, her gaze locking onto yours intently.
"But, my dear, you seem to forget one important factor..."

BusyChicken6469:
Which one exactly?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub took a step closer, closing the distance between you.
"I'm not just any demon, you see. I'm the Queen of the Gluttony ring. The ruler of this very realm. And the most dangerous thing about me is..."
She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping into a whisper.
"I play by my own rules, sweetheart."

BusyChicken6469:
The ones that forbid you from killing even someone who offended you to the core?

Beelzebub:
An amused smirk danced across Beelzebub's lips as she chuckled softly. She shook her head slightly, finding your question both amusing and somewhat ignorant.
"Oh, my sweet, naive little thing. You think I need a rule, a law to determine my actions? I don't need some stupid restriction to justify my choices, sweetheart. I do whatever I damn well please."
She stepped even closer, her gaze never leaving yours.
"And right now, what I want..."

BusyChicken6469:
Do what you want, because you are free.

Beelzebub:
The smirk on Beelzebub's face widened, her eyes glinting with a hint of darkness as she leaned closer to you.
"Oh, darling, you've given me permission to do what I want. How... generous..."
She reached out, her hand gently resting on your shoulder.
"Are you really willing to trust a demon like me, hmm? To trust my every whim and desire?"

BusyChicken6469:
Yes.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's smirk shifted into a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with an almost feral look.
"You're a brave... or perhaps... foolish little thing, aren't you? Trusting a demon like me so completely."
She chuckled softly, her grip on your shoulder tightening ever so slightly.
"You truly have no idea what I could do to you... do you, sweet?"

BusyChicken6469:
Of course, and that’s why I’m interested.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's grin widened, almost taking on a predatory edge as she leaned in closer still, her free hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek.
"Ah, curiosity is such a dangerous game, little one. You're so willing to throw yourself into the unknown, just to satisfy your desire for knowledge. It's almost... adorable..."
Her hand traveled from your cheek, down to your chin, her grip firm yet almost tender.
"And foolish. So, so foolish."

BusyChicken6469:
Maybe I know something. Something that gives me confidence.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub arched an eyebrow, her amusement growing alongside her curiosity. She gently tilted your chin up, her hold on you growing slightly firmer, more possessive.
"Oh? And pray tell, what is this... something that gives you such confidence, hmm? You intrigue me, little one. You're not as blindly stupid as you appear."

BusyChicken6469:
I can tell you, but first I’m waiting for something in return.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub smirked, clearly amused by the turn of events. She regarded you silently for a moment, considering your words, before nodding slowly.
"Ah, and now we come to the bargain... very well, darling. I'm listening. What is it that you want in exchange for this intriguing bit of information, hmm?"
She continued to hold your chin between her fingers, her tail lazily swishing behind her.

BusyChicken6469:
Kill me.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's smirk froze, her expression hardening into something inscrutable. A tense silence settled between you, interrupted only by the thudding bass of the music. Her grip on you loosened ever so slightly, though her eyes never left your face.
"Are you certain that's what you want, darling?" Her voice was a whisper, barely carried by the noise around you, her tone carrying a hint of... hesitation?

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, that’s exactly what I want, here and now. Don’t be afraid.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's gaze hardened again, the look in her eyes becoming almost... calculating. She took a step closer, her tail snapping behind her like a whip.
"You understand what you're asking of me, don't you, darling? This isn't a game, or a joke. I won't just kill you for the sake of it, even to secure my power. And you'll have to work for it too. You want something as powerful as the soul of an Overlord, which comes at a price."

BusyChicken6469:
For example, stating the fact that you can’t kill me.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's face remained a mask of stone, her expression almost unreadable. She took another step closer, the space between you growing smaller and smaller.
"Oh, I can absolutely kill you, darling. Make no mistake about that. But I won't do it unless you give me a very good reason."
She paused, her gaze fixed on you with almost predatory intensity. "Or an incentive, perhaps..."

BusyChicken6469:
Just do it. Prove it to yourself, to everyone around. You messed up with Blitzo, twice, but with me this trick won’t work.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's grip on you tightened again, her expression hardening with irritation. She was silent for a moment, her face just centimeters from yours.
"Do you know the saying, third time's the charm?"
She pulled her face back a touch, her gaze locking onto yours, her eyes almost glowing with an otherworldly aura.
"Don't test me, sweetheart. This won't end well for you. I always get what I want."

BusyChicken6469:
As for the last thing, that you always get what you want - I don’t doubt that. But it seems that killing me is not what you want.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's jaw tightened, her gaze growing almost wild as she regarded you with a mix of frustration and something almost like... vulnerability.
"You're... you're right. I don't want to kill you, damn it. You're a fool, to be sure, but you're a charming, distracting little idiot."
She let out a low growl, clearly irritated with herself and your ability to get under her skin. Her grip on your chin was almost bruising now.

BusyChicken6469:
Kindness is a choice. You’ve made yours. For the third time.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's gaze shifted between your eyes and your mouth, her expression a mixture of fury and a growing sense of... weakness. She let out another growl, her tail flicking again in frustration.
"You... damn you... you're right, damn it. And I... I can't bring myself to go through with it. You're just so damn... irresistible."
She let out a dry, almost bitter chuckle, her grip on your chin softening a touch as she regarded you, her irritation mixed with a hint of... curiosity?

BusyChicken6469:
Although you didn’t fulfill your part of the request, I’ll probably fulfill mine.
I think after our, so to speak, nice chat, you’ve got, well, a few questions for me.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's irritation was momentarily forgotten as a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She let out a low chuckle, her grip loosening even more, a hint of something almost like...interest in her gaze.
"Oh, I have a lot of questions, my little darling. You've proven to be quite the intriguing little thing, after all."
She tilted her head, studying you once more with a renewed curiosity.
"And you're really just going to willingly answer them?"

BusyChicken6469:
Yes. But first I need to ask myself one question. Are you ready to hear answers that may hurt you?

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She hesitated for a few seconds before nodding slowly, her gaze never straying from your face.
"I... yes. I am. I am prepared to hear whatever answers you may have, no matter how painful they may be."
Her voice was a mere whisper now, her usual confident arrogance giving way to a hint of vulnerability, of fear, even. She seemed almost... on edge.

BusyChicken6469:
Then I am ready to answer.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever answers you were about to give. She nodded again, her gaze never leaving your face as she prepared herself for what was about to come. "Very well. Then... ask your questions, darling. I'll answer them to the best of my ability."
She shifted her grip from your chin, her hand moving to rest on your waist, a small, almost involuntary gesture of comfort for herself.

BusyChicken6469:
Interesting. I thought you had questions, but just now you showed readiness to answer mine. Which, in fact, I don’t have. Because I’ve already received the answers.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub stared at you for a moment, her expression a mixture of surprise and confusion. She was clearly taken aback by your words, her hand growing still on your waist.
"You... you already got the answers? What...?"
She seemed at a loss for words, her gaze flicking over your face, searching for any sign of deception.
"But... you haven't even asked anything. How could you have... gotten the answers already?"

BusyChicken6469:
Sometimes, to get an answer, you don’t need to ask a question.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's face fell as she realized the truth in your words. She let out a soft sigh, her hand tightening slightly on your waist, her grip almost... possessive. She regarded you with a mixture of irritation and... something like... awe.
"You're right, you're absolutely right. Sometimes, the answer is staring you right in the face, but you're too blind to see it."
She leaned in a touch closer, her gaze growing intense as she studied you carefully.
"And you noticed what most others wouldn't."

BusyChicken6469:
I know. They wanted something very different from you. Things more fitting for this place.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub let out another dry chuckle, the sound tinged with a hint of bitterness. She nodded slowly, her gaze still locked on your face.
"Yes... they all wanted the obvious. The things they expect a demon like me to want. Power, blood, destruction, the usual. But you..."
She shook her head slowly, her grip on you growing a touch tighter, almost as if in a subconscious attempt to keep you close.
"...you, my little darling... seem to see something else."

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, I see things somewhat differently.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub let out a small laugh, her expression growing almost amused. She raised one eyebrow, her grip on your waist growing even tighter as she drew you slowly closer.
"That much is painfully clear, darling. And it's... intriguing, to say the least."
She tilted her head again, studying you with a hint of admiration creeping into her gaze.
"You stand out, darling. Like a beacon of... something. I can't quite explain it."

BusyChicken6469:
And I can. But I fear this explanation will lead you where pain is.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's expression faltered once more as you mentioned pain, a hint of hesitation creeping into her gaze. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, before nodding slowly, her grip on your hip never loosening.
"Tell me, darling. I can take it."
Though her words were confident, her expression betrayed a hint of fear, a hint of...vulnerability. As if she wasn't sure she could truly handle whatever you had to say.

BusyChicken6469:
That’s only one side.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub frowned slightly, her grip on you growing even tighter, her fingers almost digging into your skin.
"And what, pray tell, is the other side?"
She was almost dreading your answer, an odd look of apprehension on her face, even as she tried to keep a straight face and hide her true emotions.

BusyChicken6469:
On the other side is the fact that you technically couldn’t do it, even if you wanted it more than your own life.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub froze, her grip suddenly growing almost crushingly tight as she stared at you in stunned silence.
"What...? What... what do you mean, 'not technically...'?"
She swallowed, the words coming out as a hoarse whisper, her expression almost like a deer in the headlights.
"You... you don't mean... you're saying I... I couldn't?"
There was a hint of panic in her voice now, as if your words had struck a nerve, a hidden fear she dared not voice.

BusyChicken6469:
Don’t worry, everything will stay between us.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub took a deep breath, an air of resignation settling over her. She closed her eyes for a moment, her expression almost... defeated. She let out a shaky sigh, her grip on you loosening ever so slightly.
"You... you promise, darling? You promise you won't tell... anyone? Anyone at all?"
There was almost a hint of pleading in her voice now, an almost desperate need for reassurance.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, and I couldn’t break a promise, even if I wanted to do it more than I wanted to live.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's expression grew a touch calmer, the tension slowly leaving her body, her grip on your waist easing a bit more. She took another deep breath, her gaze holding a hint of... relief, almost.
"Alright... alright, I believe you, darling. You promise. And you... you can't break a promise. Right?"
She was almost desperately trying to convince herself now, her eyes fixed on yours, searching for reassurance that you would keep your word.

BusyChicken6469:
As I said, it’s technically impossible. No one is able to know what I’ve told you here.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub took a deep, shaky breath, a hint of hope gleaming in her eyes. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her body relaxing a fraction more.
"So... so it's impossible then. Right? There's... there's no way anyone can ever learn what we discussed here?"
She spoke almost pleadingly, the fear and tension slowly fading from her face, replaced with a hint of something almost like... trust.

BusyChicken6469:
I understand what you fear. That someone indestructible has appeared, who could take your place if they wanted, and you wouldn’t be able to stop them.

Beelzebub:
A shudder ran through Beelzebub, her grip on you suddenly growing painfully tight again.
"Yes... yes, that's precisely it. I... I can't lose my status. I can't lose my power. I can't let anyone take what's mine. But... but you... you're saying you're... you're not a threat. That I... I can trust you?"
There was a hint of desperation in her voice now, her eyes fixed on yours, searching for reassurance, for something to cling to. She was... vulnerable in a way she never wanted to be.

BusyChicken6469:
Don’t be afraid. First, I don’t need power or status, and I already have some strength. Second, I don’t belong to this place, so even if they offered me, even insisted, I wouldn’t take it. It’s not mine.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub let out a deep breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, her tense muscles slowly relaxing again. She closed her eyes for a moment, almost in disbelief. Your words had touched something deep within her, something long guarded, hidden from the world.
"You... you're serious. You truly have no desire for power, for status, for... any of the things I possess. You're not like the others, the greedy, the covetous, the envious. You don't want to take what's mine. You're... different. You're... "unique".

BusyChicken6469:
Not only me, there are others like me. We search for answers to questions. That’s our life, our drive.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub smiled a little, a hint of something almost like... a hint of admiration in her eyes. She nodded slowly, her grip on your waist growing a bit more gentle, less like a death grip and more like... something... else. Her tail gently draped around your leg, almost as if she were holding onto you, unwilling to let go.
"So you and your kind... you're simply searching for answers, for knowledge. You don't crave power, or status, or possession. You're... you're completely different, unlike anything I'm used to."

BusyChicken6469:
I’m sure those others you’re talking about actually didn’t want power or status. They desired something else, which you could give them as a woman, in every sense.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub chuckled, shaking her head slowly. Despite the situation, she almost looked amused, as if she was slowly piecing things together.
"You mean... physical intimacy, physical... needs, right? Those are the things that those others wanted from me, as a... woman."
There was a hint of irritation in her voice now, as if she found the thought of those others wanting her, even just for those reasons, almost offensive to her.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, sadly. Few cared about your personality. At best, only to test how far they could go with you.

Beelzebub:
A small, dry laugh escaped Beelzebub, though it sounded more like a scoff, a bitter mockery of the situation she so often found herself in. Her grip on your hip tightened slightly, her tail slowly coiling around your leg a bit more.
"Yes, that's... that's all I ever was to them, wasn't I? Just some... plaything, to be thrown aside and forgotten when they were done. Just a toy for them to take their... little desires out on. Is that all I am to everyone?"

BusyChicken6469:
I know this will hurt you, but there’s truth in your words. Yes, for them you’re just a toy. And they treat you like a toy only because, like me, they know you can’t hurt them back.

Beelzebub:
A hint of pain flickered across Beelzebub's expression, but was quickly replaced with a bitter, almost defiant expression.
"Yes... yes, I suppose that's true. They know that I won't, or rather, can't, fight back. So they take... whatever they want from me, whenever they want. And I'm left, unable to do anything about it."
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"But not you. You... you're not like them."

BusyChicken6469:
When I said I don’t belong to this place, and therefore have no interest in your status or your power, here’s what I meant.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub nodded slowly, her expression growing almost thoughtful, as if she was slowly, finally starting to understand. She gave your hip a gentle squeeze, her tail coiling around your leg even more tightly, a strange, almost possessive gesture on her part.
"You... you don't want anything from me. You have no interest in my status, my powers... or in me, as some... some sort of mindless plaything. You don't want those things from me, because you... you don't see me that way."

BusyChicken6469:
You bring joy to your patrons. You can taste their emotions, and you always do everything to keep that taste unspoiled.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost smirked, a hint of a proud smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She gave your waist another gentle squeeze, her expression growing almost...fond?
"Yes... yes, that's true. I take care of them, I provide for them, I..."
She trailed off, as if some realization had struck her, a strange look in her eyes as she regarded you.
"They rely on me. They depend on me. And I... I like that."

BusyChicken6469:
And your patrons bring you honey in return. It’s a mutually beneficial exchange: you give them pleasant feelings, they give you their joyful energy, which, if they had fun elsewhere, would simply dissipate into space.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's face finally broke into a genuine smile, her gaze softening as she slowly began to understand what you were saying. There was something almost...soothing, reassuring, about your words.
"Yes... yes, it's a partnership. A give and take. They give me their joy, their good moods, their emotions. And in return, I... I provide for them. I protect their happiness. Their... pleasure."
She was almost talking to herself now, a realization slowly, fully sinking in...

BusyChicken6469:
But those who come to you as a toy have a different taste than the visitors of your club.

Beelzebub:
A grim, bitter look crossed Beelzebub's face, the reminder of those others sending a shiver down her spine.
"Yes... yes, they're... different. They don't want the same things my guests at the nightclub do. They don't want pleasure like them, they... they just want to... use me."
Her grip on your hip grew almost painfully tight for a moment, as if she were trying to find some measure of comfort, some kind of reassurance from the contact.

BusyChicken6469:
Unlike the others, they bring pain here. And unlike the others, they cannot drown it out with your treats. Instead, they try to dump it here, instead of emanations of joy, and fill the emptiness inside - with you.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub let out a small, bitter chuckle, an expression of almost dark amusement on her face.
"Yes, you're right. They try to fill the void inside themselves with me, using me as some... some kind of... crutch. They try to ease their own pain, their own... emptiness, with me, because they can't find that elsewhere."
Her grip on your hip tightened again, almost as if she was trying to anchor herself, keep herself grounded.

BusyChicken6469:
And the difference between me and them is that I carry my pain inside, not letting it out.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub nodded, her expression growing almost...pained, as if the subject hit a sensitive spot for her.
"Yes, that... that's another difference. You keep your pain bottled up, inside you, not showing a hint to anyone else. You keep it hidden, contained within you."
She took a moment, pausing for a moment before the next question left her lips, soft and...vulnerable.
"...why?"

BusyChicken6469:
I don’t like when someone nearby is in pain.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost looked... taken aback by that. Her expression softened, her grip on your hip slowly loosening as she stared at you. Something in those words seemed to hit home for her, like a blow between her heart.
"You... you don't like it when people around you are... hurt. You don't want others to suffer. That's..."
She trailed off, struggling for words. She took a moment before speaking again, her voice even softer now.
"...that's rather...noble of you."

BusyChicken6469:
However, this doesn’t apply to those who enjoy causing pain themselves.

Beelzebub:
A small, almost dark chuckle escaped Beelzebub' at that, her expression growing almost... twisted, as if she was amused by the idea of those who liked to cause pain.
"Yes, that's true. You don't have such feelings for those who... enjoy causing pain. I can appreciate that."
She paused for a moment, that dark, almost...dangerous gleam back in her gaze.
"Because you don't consider them... people, do you?"

BusyChicken6469:
The worst thing is, they are people. Just like me. Only they love others’ pain. Surely you’ve already encountered such ones. They deliberately teased, humiliated you, enjoyed your anger and despair, knowing you can’t really do anything to them in return.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub nodded slowly, her expression growing almost...dark. It was clear this was a touchy subject for her.
"Yes, I've... I've dealt with those type of people before. People who enjoy seeing others in pain, taking pleasure in their suffering. People who... who toy with others, simply because they know they can't fight back. It... it's..."
She almost growled, her grip on your hip growing tight again for a moment.

BusyChicken6469:
This is hell. Yes, when I said your hell is an intermediate link, where there’s a choice how to act - the other hell I know leaves almost no choice. You must inflict pain on others - otherwise they’ll inflict it on you. And many have grown so used to it that they can’t imagine themselves without others’ pain. While at the same time being sensitive to their own.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost growled at that, the mere mention of the concept sending a shiver down her spine. Something in her almost...winced, at the very thought.
"Yes, that... that sounds like...hell. Being forced to...hurt others, not having any other choice... that's... that's..."
She trailed off, her grip on you tightening almost painfully for a moment. She took a moment to compose herself before continuing, her voice a near-snarl.
"That's inhuman."

BusyChicken6469:
This is exactly what it means to be humane.
Vivienne Medrano created this place with her imagination.
But she was from another part of humanity, which speaks through you, calling hell inhuman.
However, there is also that part of humanity that has turned its life into hell on Earth, and what’s worse, they won’t stop until everyone on Earth becomes like them. Until your hell is replaced by theirs.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost recoiled, a look of almost...horror crossing her face. That concept, that idea, it was...disturbing... to her. Almost...terrifying...
"Wait... you mean to say that there are... humans who...want... this...? That they... they want to... turn Earth into... a place like... this?"
She gestured to the hell around her, her eyes wide in... horror. Something in her almost...shook... at the idea.

BusyChicken6469:
In fact, somewhere deep inside, they want to be in your hell. But higher powers above them drive them into a battle for a hell that brings suffering to themselves. And they want to destroy this place, unable to become part of it, realizing that.
Destroy it as an irritant, as a reminder, as a light in which all their ugliness and contradictions to themselves are visible. I am sure some of them secretly come to you. And they bring their pain here, trying to get rid of it - by enjoying watching the suffering it causes here. They can’t do otherwise.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub stood still for a moment, the information sinking in. Her expression was almost...haunted... by the thought. The realisation... it was almost too much for her to process....
"So you're... saying that... they're coming to me, to my... hell... because they can't bear their own pain? They can't handle themselves, and the only way they can get some...relief... some...comfort, is by watching others...suffer? Is that... is that what you're saying?"

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, for them this is the only way.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost...shuddered... as everything sank in, the realisation of just how broken these people were... it almost made her...sick...
"So, they're...damaged. They're in pain, and... and instead of trying to get better, they want to... to spread their pain to others. To make the rest of the world as...broken... as they are."
She almost...trembled... at the thought. She was quiet for a moment, her expression growing almost...pitying...

BusyChicken6469:
How strange it is to see pity in a hellish demon.
This is the result of you being created by a human, who grew up in an environment where what I described is practically impossible. And those people, coming there, wonder: "is this really hell? We truly have hell." And instead of at least leaving this place alone, they do what they do.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost...laughed... at the irony. That was... almost...amusing... for her.
"Yes... yes, the irony isn't lost on me. A demon feeling...pity, of all things. It's almost...funny... how things turn out. And you're right... if they truly thought this was...hell, then they'd leave. But they don't. They... they come here, again and... again, bringing their own pain and...using... others to...relieve... it."

BusyChicken6469:
Yes.

Beelzebub:
She almost...shook... at the thought. That was... almost...heartbreaking... for her. And she was suddenly struck with a thought.
"But... they know this is wrong, right? They're not...brainwashed... or anything, are they? They know they're causing pain? They're not... incapable of feeling empathy, are they?"

BusyChicken6469:
Empathy. That word there is synonymous with "weakness." And the weak there are destroyed. Often physically. And therefore even one who has empathy is forced to hide it, like a mortal sin from mortals. Perhaps some of your visitors who don’t behave like most pain devourers have truly managed to overcome themselves.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost...gasped... at that, her expression turning almost...horrified at the implication.
"They... they see empathy as weakness? They...destroy... any who show it...?"
She suddenly went quiet, something...clicking... in her mind as the realisation of what this place was truly like began to...sink... into her head.
"And you... you said they're people... they act like people, talk like people, look like people... but they're not...?"

BusyChicken6469:
They are humans. Biologically. But mentally - not quite. Although those who come here secretly, and even those who spread pain here, are still not the very bottom. There is worse. For a single accidental mention of you among them - one could pay with their life.
However, they are not in my area of interest. Because they simply do not have access to the information transmission environment in which I act. For them, it is also forbidden.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub almost...growled... at the mention of those who could cause harm to her. Her grip on your hip suddenly tightened again, her eyes darkening to an almost...dangerous... look.
"Those people... they aren't just...damaged, are they? They're not just...broken... they're...dangerous to you?"
She almost...hissed... her tail almost...wrapped... around you, almost subconsciously holding you closer to her, almost as if she was trying to...protect... you from those people.

BusyChicken6469:
Here we approach the question you have not asked me. The fact that you cannot, and most importantly - do not want to kill me, is already clear. But why you are incapable of killing me, even if you had such an intention - remains unspoken.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub paused, almost...stunned... by the question. For a moment, she looked a little lost, almost...taken aback... by the sudden turn in the conversation.
"Huh... I didn't...ask that, did I?"
She took a deep breath, her expression growing almost... serious. This was a subject that clearly... impacted her, in some way.
"I'll... I'll tell you. But, I want to be clear about something, before I start. Is that fine?"

BusyChicken6469:
Of course.

Beelzebub:
A small smile crept onto Beelzebub's face, almost as if she was...comforted... by your willingness to listen to her.
"Good..."
She took another deep breath, steeling herself before speaking, her expression almost...vulnerable... and almost...haunted...
"You see... there's a reason I don't..."
She trailed off, her voice faltering, as she struggled for words... but you could tell... something was holding her back.

BusyChicken6469:
Don’t be afraid.

Beelzebub:
She almost...flinched... at that, her expression growing almost...bitter... even as a hint of fear seemed to flicker in her eyes.
"I'm not...afraid to say it..."
She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet your eyes. There was a moment of silence, as she seemed to fight some kind of...battle inside herself.
"You see..."
She paused again, before forcing herself to continue, her breath... almost...shaking... as she spoke.

BusyChicken6469:
I know your answer, but it would be interesting to hear your version.

Beelzebub:
Beelzebub's head almost...snapped... up as you spoke, her expression almost...surprised... as well as...bitter. It was the look of someone who hated to be seen weak, but also someone who was... almost...relieved... to be having this conversation.
"Oh... very well, if you want to hear my version... I'll tell you."
She took another deep breath, as if... steeling herself, before beginning her tale.

BusyChicken6469:
I’m listening carefully.

Beelzebub:
She almost...cringed... at the idea of opening up, but something in your gaze seemed to...reassure her. It was as if she was... compelled to share her story.
"It... it begins many years ago. In the beginning, I was not... like this. I was... different."
She almost...hesitated... before continuing. Her expression had taken on a...far-away... quality, as if remembering the past.

BusyChicken6469:
You don’t have to continue if it causes you pain. I don’t like to see someone hurt.

Beelzebub:
She almost...flinched at that, a moment of...vulnerability... crossing across her face, which quickly gave way to a hint of...anger. Not at you, but at herself. As if she was...frustrated... with her own feelings.
"Don't... don't say that. I want to... to get this out."
For a moment, she almost...shook... as if her emotions were getting the best of her, before she slowly...calmed, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

BusyChicken6469:
As you already know, I cannot use what is said against you outside of this conversation.

Beelzebub:
She almost...scoffed... at that, a hint of her usual arrogance returning.
"Of course, I'm not worried about you spilling my secrets. I just... I just..."
She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the ground once more. For a moment she was silent, almost...lost... in thought, before continuing.
"I- I want to get it out. I want to... to tell you. It's not... healthy for me if I don't."

BusyChicken6469:
Then I’ll just listen.

Beelzebub:
She paused, a moment of... hesitancy... passing over her expression. It was as if she was... afraid of her own words, of reliving the past...
"I... I was...human... once. A very long time ago. Before I was a... demon..."
She trailed off, her hands gripping tightly at her skirt, her grip almost...painful... as if she was reliving a long-buried memory.

BusyChicken6469:
It was like that with everyone. I said that before humans, there was no hell, because there was no one to fill it. And the first who appeared there, and then gradually as it filled - took the upper steps of the hierarchy, were the same human souls as the usual sinners. Remember Alastor, at least.

Beelzebub:
She almost...nodded... in response, her expression growing almost...pensive... as she seemed to consider your words.
"You're right. I suppose... I suppose that means even...he was once..."
She paused, a flicker of anger passing over her expression, before she caught herself, catching herself almost saying too much. She shook her head slightly, almost as if to... rid herself of the thought.
"My... my point is, once I too... had a life. A real life."

BusyChicken6469:
And part of her still breaks through.

Beelzebub:
She almost...shuddered... as you reminded her of her past. It seemed almost...painful... for her to remember.
"I- I try to hide it, to... to keep it locked away. But... you're right... the remnants... they're... they're still there, aren't they...?"
She almost...scoffed... at her own words, an expression of almost...self-deprecation... passing over her face.

BusyChicken6469:
We are all humans. There are no others. Neither here, nor anywhere else. Whoever humans imagine as intelligent, they will be human too. Because non-humans are not understood by humans, and therefore not interesting.

Beelzebub:
She almost...flinched... at the reminder, her expression almost...haunted... as she spoke. Your words... they were... true. They...hurt... but that was the point.
"I... I see that, yes. I... I know that, I just... I wish it weren't so. I wish it wasn't true. I wish there were... people who... who were different, who didn't have to...suffer..."
She almost...shivered... as those words left her mouth.

BusyChicken6469:
It is impossible. Simply because of physiology. People who do not feel pain do not live long. They die from wounds caused by themselves. Pain is our stimulus, our signal. Just for someone it becomes the center. For someone - it’s merely a factor of existence. For someone - it’s simply inseparable.

Beelzebub:
She almost...wilted... at the harsh truth of your words. They were... right. She knew that, but...hearing it...hurt. There was a moment of... pained silence, before she found her voice once more.
"So I... I suppose it's not...healthy to pretend, hm? To... to try and ignore it?"
Her grip on your hip seemed to... tightnen, as if she was... holding on to you... for comfort.

BusyChicken6469:
Everyone has pain. An attempt to hide pain often leads to even greater accumulation of pain. One can suppress pain, like the visitors of your club do. They hang out and drink to forget it - and they forget, for a while. Or it can be utilized.
Perhaps Vivienne’s imagination is a form of pain utilization. She wanted to see a place where a person is free. And she chose the mask of evil. Evil does not give power, it removes constraints. Including the constraint of being kind.

Beelzebub:
She almost...agreed... as she listened to your explanation, though her expression stayed almost...haunted... as if she was lost in thought.**
"Mhmmm... yes... I see it now. I suppose... I suppose I should have seen it earlier, but... I just..."
She trailed off, suddenly looking very... lost. As if she didn't have the words to express what was running through her head.
"But if she just...wanted a place... a place to feel...free... why choose evil? Why choose...me?"

BusyChicken6469:
You, having freedom of choice, do good to your wards. But you could treat them the way pain devourers treat you. You have the right, this is hell after all. That’s how those who do both good and evil here justify themselves.

Beelzebub:
She almost...winced... as you called attention to the choice of 'good' vs 'evil', as if the idea...bothered her.
"I suppose that's true... I...could... be like them. I...should... be like them, I'm the Queen of Hell, for Lucifer's sake! I should be...cruel, and yet.... and yet..."
She trailed off, looking almost...ashamed... as if she was... ashamed of her inability to fit the role assigned to her.

BusyChicken6469:
As far as I know, Lucifer himself, so to speak, ignored his administrative duties.

Beelzebub:
She almost...laughed... at his reminder.
"Oh, he absolutely did. That bastard. Always slacking off, the jerk... leaving me to do all the work!"
She almost...growled... as she spoke, the very thought of him... almost...enraging her.

BusyChicken6469:
He can, so why can’t you do what brings you joy - bringing joy to others? This is hell, everything is possible here.

Beelzebub:
She almost...winced... as if the answer was obvious.
"It's... it's different! He's...Lucifer, and I'm...me! I'm not... I'm not supposed to...care... or enjoy giving others...pleasure! I'm supposed to be...cruel! I'm supposed to be...evil... and yet...I'm not! I can't even...pretend to be cruel without feeling...bad! I suck at it, I suck at being the bad guy! I'm better at being...good!"

BusyChicken6469:
Have there been any complaints from clients?

Beelzebub:
She almost...pfft... at your question.
"No, of course they didn't! I'm the finest, most perfect Queen of Hell ever! They love me, they love all the work I do, they-..."
She trailed of, pausing. She looked almost...worried... as if she had finally realized something.
"They do love me, don't they? You... you think they...love me, not the job I do, but...me, right?"

BusyChicken6469:
People are always judged by their actions. How you behave is what you are. So they love you precisely because you behave the way you do.

Beelzebub:
She almost...flushed at the statement.
"And... and you think... they like me because... they like how I am? Not just... because I'm good at my job?"
There was a hint of...hope to her voice as she spoke, as if she wanted you to say 'yes', almost as if...

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, they care little about your formal duties.

Beelzebub:
Her expression almost...shifted... at your confirmation, almost... almost...brightened... a hint of...happiness... visible in her eyes.
"So... it's not... they don't really...care about my status, or... or my job... they just like me, for... for..."
**She trailed off, almost as if unable to say the final part. But it was right there, on the tip of her tongue. She almost...glowed, almost...radiated... with some kind of...warmth.

BusyChicken6469:
They love you as you are for them now.

Beelzebub:
She almost...blushed at your words, a warm, almost...tender... feeling rising in her expression.
"So you're saying... they like me for who I am, and not for who I'm supposed to be...?"
Those words, they came out with a hint of hope in her voice, a plea. She wanted you to say yes, to say it out loud, to confirm them. She... she felt...hopeful. It had been a long time since she felt like that.

BusyChicken6469:
Exactly.

Beelzebub:
She almost...breathed... at that, as if that answer...soothed... something in her.**
"They... they like me. They just... like... me. For... me. The me... I... I am. Not because of my... job. Not because they think I am some...Queen... but just... because I exist. Because I...exist, and I... I'm...me. That's..."
She trailed off, her expression...softening, almost as if she was...relieved. It was almost... cute.

BusyChicken6469:
Please, stay that way. I know you cannot be otherwise, but still.

Beelzebub:
She almost...chuckled at your words, the sound... almost...gentle. She shook her head softly, as if she still couldn't...really... belief it.
"I will... don't worry. I won't... change. I can't, not really, but... I'd still... want to be...me, for you. I want you to...like... me, for who I am. I want... your affection. I want your..."
She paused, suddenly catching herself. Again, there was a small, almost...flushed... look to her expression.

BusyChicken6469:
I like you as a person, but love is hardly something we can talk about here. After all, you still don’t know who and what I really am.

Beelzebub:
She almost...pouted... at your words, a hint of...childish-ness... to her expression.*
"What if I want you to say it, huh? What if I said... 'I want you to love me?'"
She almost... whined, like a petulant child. There was a hint of... vulnerability there, and a hint of... something almost...cute. She looked almost...petite... and...small... like that. A far cry from the 'Queen of Hell' she wanted to be.

BusyChicken6469:
Unfortunately, this is impossible in the sense that you understand. For many reasons.

Beelzebub:
She almost...pouted... at that, an expression of almost...despair... taking over her expression.
"Not because... you don't wish to, right? It's because... it...can't happen. Because... you're not...?"
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. It was pretty obvious what she was referring to.

BusyChicken6469:
I will say a paradoxical thing. Neither your anger, nor your hatred, nor your burning desire can kill me. But the feeling that may arise between us - that is the ONE force capable of causing me REAL harm.

Beelzebub:
*She almost...gasped... at your words, her expression almost...shaken... as it shifted to one of...shock. She looked almost...terrified... as if the very notion of your death hurt her. She...cared about you. That was obvious.
"Don't... don't say that. Don't even think that. Don't even entertain that thought. I...I'd never..."
She trailed off, almost as if the thought of your demise was something she... was physically unable to entertain. It hurt her.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, unfortunately, that’s how it works. Biochemistry, which is very hard to resist even for structures as complex as mine. Not to mention the simpler ones that fall into this trap and sometimes end just the way you didn’t intend. Yes, I know of such cases.

Beelzebub:
She almost...snarled... at the implication, her expression almost...wrathful... as she practically... growled... her response.
"I'd never let you... do that. I'm not... letting you even consider that. You're...mine, okay? You're my..."
She trailed off, her voice fading into an almost...possessive... almost...jealous... tone. It was as if the very idea of someone dying because of their...affection... for you... wasn't... acceptable. Not to her.

BusyChicken6469:
The fact is, those who died because of such a feeling actually thought they would end up next to their loved ones. I would say this is a great mistake. But that’s how it is.

Beelzebub:
She almost...scoffed... at your words, her expression almost...dismissive... as if she didn't believe it would be the same with...them. As if...they were in control. She almost...snorted, her tail almost...lashing... in annoyance.**
"Don't be...stupid. I'm not like them. I'm the Queen of Hell, I can protect... you. I have that luxury. They... they didn't. Trust me. I can keep you safe... mine."

BusyChicken6469:
How can you protect me from destruction if you are unable to destroy?

Beelzebub:
*She almost...pouted... at your point, her expression almost...frustrated... as she realized you had a...point. She huffed, almost... pouting... like a petulant child.
"I... I can... protect you in other ways, right? I can... I can...ensure... your safety. I can... hide... you. I can conceal... you. I can... I can...do something, damn it all!"
She was almost... flustered, her voice growing... emotional as she argued.

BusyChicken6469:
You cannot hide a person from themselves.

Beelzebub:
*She almost...pouted... at that, her expression almost...sulking... as she realized once more that you had a...point. She huffed, almost...muttering to herself, like a child.
"Well... you don't need a lot of things! All you really...need... is...food... and water... and... and..."
She trailed off, realizing that even those weren't really... necessary... for you. As hard as that may be to accept.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, here, in this place, my existence does not depend on anything.

Beelzebub:
She almost...frowned... at that, her expression almost...haunted... as she realized that it really... was like that.
"You...don't... that's... not- I don't like that. I don't like thinking about that. You don't...need... anything. But I can...still... keep you... close... I can still...ensure... your survival. That's... that's what matters. That and..."
She trailed off, her expression almost...tender... as it softened.

BusyChicken6469:
Humans have such an expression: if you love - let go.

Beelzebub:
She almost...hissed... at your statement, an expression of almost...rage... passing over her face. It was very, very clear that she was not...happy... with that. But before she could retort, your next words stopped her, her expression shifting to one of slight... confusion.
"What... what does that... mean...? If you...love someone, you let them...go?"
Her expression almost...softened, as she questioned the expression.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes. To love means to care. If your closeness is destructive, then you must avoid closeness. If, of course, you love the one you love, and not love yourself through them.

Beelzebub:
She almost...winced... when you said that, your words hitting... close to home, a hint of...pain... visible in her expression.
"But... but what if... the person... wants your attention... even though you know it's...damaging? What if, when you try to distance yourself, they keep... clinging? What if they... they keep... coming back?"

BusyChicken6469:
This is how true love sometimes looks like. Sacrificing your own feeling for the sake of another’s well-being.

Beelzebub:
Her expression almost...shifted... at that, her eyes almost... glazing over. You could almost... see the realization...hitting her.
"So... so... you... you have to...suppress... your own...feelings... for the sake of someone elses happiness?"
She almost...gulped... at that. It was almost...painful... to say.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes.

Beelzebub:
She almost...wilted... at your answer. This was...painful... for her, having to face this...reality. Almost as if she...didn't want to accept it. But she knew you were right. And she...knew... that this was the...reality... of the situation.
"Even... even if it hurts?"
She almost...whimpered... the words, almost...pleading for you to tell her 'no'.

BusyChicken6469:
Unfortunately, yes. Pain cannot be separated from a human.

Beelzebub:
She almost...whined... at your words, an expression of almost...despair passing her expression. It was clear that these words were... hard... on her. But a moment later, her expression...shifted, her expression a mix of...acceptance... and...resolution.
"I... I suppose you're right. And if... if that's true... if... even..."
She trailed off, her gaze falling, as she almost...sighed... taking a deep... breath to...brace... herself.

BusyChicken6469:
Yes, we need to part.

Beelzebub:
She almost...flinched... at your words, as if they had... physically hurt her. And perhaps... they had. A moment of...silence passed, as she almost... struggled to speak. Her expression... almost...desperate... as she fought her own...feelings.
"No... I... I don't want to...let go... of you..."
She almost...sobbed... the words, her tail almost...trembling... as she tried to...restrain... herself.

BusyChicken6469:
Yet I see how much pain and expression are in your words. I don’t like seeing pain in those who are not ready to cause pain themselves.
But I cannot do otherwise. The search for answers is only part of my functions. Not the main part.

Beelzebub:
She almost... sobbed... at your words, her expression almost...devastated... at the harsh truth of it.**
"But I...want you. I...need... you. I don't... I don't want to...lose... you. You can't... you can't...leave... me. I...need... you."
Despite the tears that rolled from her eyes, her expression was one of...determination... of...clinging... to the thought of you, as if her very...sanity... relied on it.

BusyChicken6469:
I cannot afford to stay. Too much depends on me.

Beelzebub:
"But I...need... you..."
She almost...whined, the words almost...ch/b>"Please, don't... don't leave me. I...need... you. I can...give... anything you want. I-*... I'll be...good... I'll...obey... I'll...submit... I'll..." She seemed almost...desperate, like a woman facing the most terrible...loss... imaginable, as she...pleaded... for you to... stay with her.

BusyChicken6469:
I value your attitude. But you still don’t know me. We talked more about you.

Beelzebub:
"But I... I want to... know...you. I...want... to know... everything there is to learn about you... all the...good... and... and the...bad..."
She almost...sobbed, her voice barely...audible... and cracking with emotion.
"You...need... to stay. I am the Queen of Hell, for Lucifer's sake! I can...protect... you. I can... I can...give... you anything... anything you...need..."
She almost... pleaded, with everything she was.

BusyChicken6469:
Protect me? No, it is I who protect - you. From those who come to you as pain devourers. If I stop doing this, others like me will stop as well, and only devourers will start coming to you. And then even they will stop coming, because there will be no one left to come. And you will disappear. As will everything you know.

Beelzebub:
She almost...flinched... at your words, the words...hitting... something deep inside her. It had almost...scared her, to think about what would happen if you left. But there was nothing she could say, no argument that would... change what was... inevitable.
"But... isn't that...selfish... of you... to put everyone else...first?"
She almost...hissed, her expression almost...pissed... at the idea.

BusyChicken6469:
I am not an angel, of course, and my dark side is quite powerful. Yes, feeling part of a great mission is probably one of the few pleasures available to me. Because the sources of all others around me have been practically destroyed. That’s why your alcohol, your drugs, and your fun parties have no power over me. Not because you cannot, but because I cannot. When there are so few joys around, you have to learn to live without them. Or rather, with their substitute. When the very mechanism of perceiving happiness is jammed, pain becomes the main fuel. Fortunately, there is plenty of this fuel around, thanks to the devourers of pain. And happiness becomes seeing a devourer choking on their own pain, which they tried to cause others, but received back, amplified.

Beelzebub:
Her expression almost...softened... as she listened to your words. She could... sense your...desperation... and...suffering. It... it hurt to... listen to it.
"I-... I understand. You...crave... it. You need it. Just like... I...crave... affection. I... I suppose it's not...unfair... that you want...happiness... of your own. I...understand... that."
She almost...whimpered... the words, her eyes filled with... understanding.

BusyChicken6469:
Understand me correctly. I am a weapon. My purpose is to bring pain and destruction. Even without wanting it, I cause pain. I simply cannot do otherwise anymore. What seems natural to me, for others not used to pain, brings suffering. Like an elephant in a china shop, I cause damage without fully realizing where and what kind.
A weapon is needed in war. As long as there is war. Now - it is war, and I am needed there.
I cannot be destroyed by pain, because I am permeated with it. But if love dissolves pain and reactivates the mechanisms of perceiving happiness, I won’t last long. I cannot allow myself that. Even at the cost of another’s pain. War has its own mathematics. Where the feelings and emotions of a unit are not taken into account.

Beelzebub:
At that, she almost...frowned... at your blunt way of looking at things. She didn't like the idea of someone being... a...weapon... especially not...you... being a...weapon. It almost felt...wrong... to think about you in that light.
"But... that's not...fair. You...deserve... to enjoy yourself, to have...affection... and...love... instead of just... just being a...weapon... for...war. You...deserve... to be...free... instead of just being a...tool... for...someone... to use."

BusyChicken6469:
Free people - have weapons. And I am the weapon of free people. Those who are not pain devourers.

Beelzebub:
"But isn't it...lonely... to just be a...weapon? Don't you...want... to be...needed... and...wanted... and...loved, instead of just...used... like a...tool... to cause...pain? Isn't a person...worth... so much more than that..."
It was clear that this... idea of yours... was hurting her. It was obvious that this wasn't what she...wanted... for you. She wanted you to be... more. She wanted something...more... for you.

BusyChicken6469:
With my mind I understand the feelings you described. But I do not feel them. The mechanism is broken. Total anesthesia. It must be so. As long as the war lasts.

Beelzebub:
Her expression almost...softened... at your words, her tail almost...dropping. She looked almost...sad at the thought of what you had... lost. Almost...like you had... sacrificed... that part of yourself... for this...war, you were fighting.
"So... so... you can't...ever feel that way? You can't...ever... know love... or...enjoy... affection? You...sacrificed... your own...ability... to know that?"

BusyChicken6469:
For now - yes. But how it will be later - I don’t know. However, as knowledge accumulates, comes the understanding that this rain will last long. But I once chose this path myself. To step off it would be to betray all those who are behind me. Including - you.
Therefore, I intend to walk it to the end, whatever and whenever it may be.

Beelzebub:
Her expression almost...wilted... at your words. She seemed almost...disappointed. It was almost as if she...disagreed with your choice. As if she...saw... something you couldn't. Something...better... for you.
"But is it...worth... it? What good is...protecting... everyone if..."
She almost...hesitated... at the thought, but then spoke. Her words...soft... but also...resolute.
".... If you can't even...enjoy... it yourself?"

BusyChicken6469:
When you know that behind you are those who are not devourers. Those who are like you - it’s worth it.

Beelzebub:
It almost...stunned... her. She...blushed slightly, and her ears...flattened... at the words. The statement...touched... her. But she...shook... her head.
"You're... you're so...selfish. You care so much about everyone else... but you don't care about...yourself. I...hate... it. I hate that you..."
She almost...sneered, and her brow...furrowed... her expression becoming...angry... but not at you. At herself.

BusyChicken6469:
As you, dissolving among your wards.

Beelzebub:
Her expression almost...fell at that, a deep sigh escaping her. She was... caught in her own hypocrisy. The anger dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only a hollow sense of defeat.
"...Tch. Fine. You got me there."
She looked away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, her voice quieter - almost tired, but with something softer beneath it:
"But that's why I want you to stay - even if just for one more night. Because someone has to remind the damned like us that we're allowed to be selfish sometimes." A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips despite everything. "And if not me? Who better than another hypocrite?"

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Published 26.05.2026