7. Belphegor

In the grand mansion where Beelzebub resided, the preparations for the upcoming party were in full swing. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, as servants scurried about, setting up decorations and arranging platters of decadent food. Beelzebub, draped in her usual regal attire, oversaw the preparations with a satisfied smile.

A knock on the massive front door interrupted the bustling activity. Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing a tired woman whose features spoke of royalty and fatigue. She wore a long black, pink, and red coat, her hair a wild array of dark curls framing her face. Massive ram horns curled elegantly from her head.

Beelzebub's smile widened as she opened her arms in welcome. "Hello, Belphegor. Why have you come here? The next party doesn't start until tomorrow."

Belphegor, exhausted and irritable, wasted no time with pleasantries. "Give me back my subordinate."

Beelzebub's gaze flicked to Pandemonica, who stood nearby, her eyes pleading silently to stay. Beelzebub clicked her tongue and whispered to Pandemonica, "You have some explaining to do."

Pandemonica shivered under Beelzebub's gaze, feeling the weight of the unspoken reprimand.

"What are you talking about, sister?" Beelzebub asked, her tone deceptively light.

Belphegor, too tired for games, pointed directly at Pandemonica, who was being embraced by Cerberus girls, unable to move. "I mean that girl. She is my organizer. I can't sleep because she left without warning."

Beelzebub's smile was serene, yet laced with a hint of mockery. "Ah, you mean this girl? She is my secretary now."

"Give her back!" Belphegor's voice was edged with anger.

"I'm sorry, but she belongs to me," Beelzebub replied, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "After all, she sold her soul to me." With a flick of her wrist, Beelzebub conjured a blood-red chain that materialized around Pandemonica's neck.

Belphegor's rage ignited, her form starting to shift. "Grrrr, Beelzebub, give her back or I will fight you."

Beelzebub's smile widened into a frenzied grin. "But she belongs to me, sister. So, leave."

Belphegor's transformation continued, her body growing larger and more feral, her hands turning into long, menacing claws. Beelzebub stood from her throne, spreading her arms wide in a mockery of a welcoming gesture, her eyes alight with anticipation. Behind her, giant mosquitoes materialized, their proboscises sharp and ready.

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Belphegor lunged forward, her anger driving her to attack. But before she could reach her sister, she felt a sudden weakness. She looked back to see four giant mosquitoes latched onto her, draining her strength with every second.

The battle was over before it had even started. Belphegor swayed on her feet, her vision blurring as she glared at Beelzebub. "She wasn't that strong," she muttered to herself, succumbing to unconsciousness.

Beelzebub watched as her sister collapsed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She walked over to Belphegor's prone form, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Kneeling down, she extended a delicate finger and caught a drop of blood from Belphegor's neck.

Bringing the finger to her lips, Beelzebub tasted her sister's blood. The moment the rich, potent blood touched her tongue, a wave of ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced washed over her. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of power and purity that sent shivers down her spine.

Beelzebub closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. "Delicious," she murmured, a wicked smile curling her lips. "So rich, so powerful."

She straightened up, her eyes blazing with a new intensity. Turning to Pandemonica, who stood trembling nearby, Beelzebub's voice was scary. "See to it that she is taken care of," she ordered. "And make sure the preparations for tomorrow's party are perfect, oh, and come to my room tonight we have some explaining to do."

Pandemonica nodded, her body shaking as she hurried to follow her queen's orders. The Cerberus girls, still holding her, exchanged glances before releasing her, their expressions was only that of admiration for Beelzebub.

As the servants moved to carry Belphegor's unconscious form away, Beelzebub returned to her throne, reclining with a contented sigh. The mansion buzzed with activity once more, the incident already fading into the background as the preparations continued.

Beelzebub's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Tomorrow's party would be one for the ages, and nothing—not even her sister's interference—would spoil it. She took another sip of wine, savoring the taste, her mind already planning the next indulgence.

The mansion, with its opulent halls and endless decadence, was a testament to Beelzebub's power and control. And she would continue to reign supreme, no matter who tried to stand in her way.

As the night wore on, Beelzebub's thoughts returned to the taste of Belphegor's blood. It had been a revelation, a new form of indulgence that she had never considered. Her hunger, insatiable as it was, now had a new focus. She would have to explore this further, to see what other pleasures she could extract from her siblings.

Beelzebub's smile widened, a plan forming in her mind. The parties, the feasts, the endless cycle of indulgence—they were all just the beginning. There were deeper, darker pleasures to be found in the depths of Hell, and she would be the one to uncover them.

The next party would be her grandest yet, a celebration of excess and ecstasy that would echo through the ages. And with Pandemonica by her side, organizing every detail, it would be flawless.

Beelzebub raised her glass in a silent toast, her eyes shining with a mad, gleeful light. "To new indulgences," she whispered, before taking another sip. The night was still young, and there were many pleasures yet to be tasted.

(End of a chapter)