#Guest Muse; Beelza
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Beelza whistled as she stepped out of ballroom and into the hallway. She could still hear the muffled voices from the other side of the wall, and she couldn’t help but grin, still riding the high of her performance and the hype from the guests.
There was a bit of pep in each step she took. She felt like she was on top of the world. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves already and she just hoped she could keep that energy for the next two days.
But for now, it was time for a snack. She could have gotten something from the buffet table but truthfully, she wanted some time to herself before heading back out there and decided to just nab something form the kitchens.
She took a turn down one of the hallways. As large as her mother’s palace was, she knew it like the back of her hand. At least to where she couldn’t get lost anymore, before she could take another turn an unfamiliar voice stopped her.
“Beelza.”
The princess froze. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She hadn’t felt this way since…Well, she couldn’t exactly remember.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned around. Her eyes widened when her gaze landed on the person who had called out to her. Like they knew her.
Her mouth hung open slightly, a dry huff of a breath escaping. No matter how she tried, she just couldn’t seem to get any words out.
She knew this man. She never met him but she had seen him before. In old portraits her mother kept. Ones Beelza often wondered why Beelzebub didn’t just get rid of if they brought her so much pain.
She wanted to laugh, even though she struggled to make another sound. She was never this–this meek. It was like just being in his presence made her revert back to a small child. A child who wondered where he could have been all this time.
She swallowed the lump of her throat and forced herself to meet the man’s gaze.
“....Dad?”
Her father sighed, seeming to expect this reaction. His canid-like ear flicked, the same hers did when she felt uncertain about something.
“I imagine you must have questions–”
“Yeah, no fucking shit.” Beelza interrupted, finding her voice again.
“...I apologize for dropping in like this unexpectedly. Especially on such an–” Cue the sounds of champagne bottles popping followed by boisterous laughter and cheers. “...eventful night such as this, but it was the only way I could see you…with the possibility of your mother being none the wiser.”
“...And why is that, huh? Why show up now after 400 FUCKING years?”
“It’s complicated, Beelza.”
“Then make it uncomplicated.” She crossed her upper arms over the other, waiting for his explanation.
He sighed again and removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his snout. “You must understand, your mother isn’t exactly fond of me anymore…I doubt she would have let me see you if I asked.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m sorry?”
“If you really wanted to see me before you would have made more of an effort. I think it’s pretty fucking convenient that you’ve showed up now of all times. So,” She stepped forward, searching his eyes for something…. “Why are you here?”
He stared back at her impassively, his expression giving away nothing to his true thoughts. “...When I wanted to leave, your mother gave me an estate and a small fortune where I could live comfortably in my solitude. However, I am…steadily reaching the end of that fortune. Your mother made it clear that she only gave it to me so that I would not bother her. I am afraid she will not be so generous the second time if I asked her to replenish it. I was hoping you might be able to appeal to her with my request.”
Beelza stared at him for a few moments, slowly processing his words. A bark of laughter escaped from her. It was a humorless laugh. There was a childish part of her that was hoping he sneaked in to finally meet her. That he actually wanted to see her after all these years. What a hopeful little fool she was.
“I see.” She said, casting her gaze to the floor. “...You know, I never told Mom, but I was hoping one day I would actually get to meet you. If only to ask why you never wanted to see me, but now I know.”
Beelza lifted her head, her expression hardened behind her mask. “You never gave a single fucking shit about me. All you care about is your comfort. You only bothered to come see me because I’m just a means to an end.” She paused, giving him a chance to defend himself to try and prove her wrong. To say…something. Anything.
Her father blinked a couple of times, his ears flattened against his head and he looked down, avoiding her accusing gaze. This was the first time he actually looked uncomfortable. And still, he said nothing.
She released a disappointed breath.
“...Can I ask you something?”
He looked up, his ears twitching in interest. “...Yes?”
“I –did you…did you even love Mom?”
“I…did hold affection for her. Once. She was the one that made me what I am now. However, I am afraid I cannot muster up anything more than resentment towards her. I hope you understand.”
“...Oh, I understand fucking perfectly. You have no problem living off of Mom’s money but when it comes to seeing your child that’s when it becomes inconvenient for you.”
“Beelza–” He attempted to place his hand on her shoulder, She smacked it away.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
She shoved past him and ran down the hall. Beelza paid no heed to his attempts to call her back. She flew down the labyrinthine corridors, wanting to put as much distance between her and her father as possible in case he decided to run after her.
She flew until she stopped at a familiar pair of doors leading back into the ballroom. The servants stared at her with mild concern at her flustered state but she paid them no mind. She tried to straighten her costume out and opened the doors. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure her father hadn’t followed her and let out a sigh of relief when she didn’t see him before heading back into the ballroom.
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"Heh. Imagine coming from an egg."
"Beelza, darling, you came from an egg."
"HAH!"
"Wait I did????"
#🍹ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʟᴜᴛᴛᴏɴʏ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴀ#Guest Muse; Beelzebub#dash commentary#in which Beelza discovers something new about herself
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“Heeeeey~! Now that mostly everyone’s arrived and hopefully gotten some drinks, now it’s time for the party to truly start haha! Now, I’ll be the one to kick things off for ya. So sit back, relax, and hold your applause until the very end~”
Beelza snapped her fingers and signaled to the band, “HIT IT!” Immediately the trumpets roared to life, the opening chords of this song blaring throughout the ballroom.
“It's your haze of delusions versus reality
Keep stirring the pot to find your individuality
Delete another problem that is plaguing your mind
From day to day, from start to end, that's the entertainment of our lives~!”
She took off into the air, soaring above the crowd of guests as she twirled around in midair.
“Boom Boom Boom!
Dancing through the skies
Let's celebrate our time
And party while we're still alive
Boom Boom Boom!
Dancing through the skies”
Beelza landed on one of the large chandeliers, grabbing onto it. She purposefully started to push against it, causing the chandelier to swing back and forth. The princess laughed and grinned down to the crowd.
“Kick your worries to the side
Now it's time to aim up high~”
She raised all four of her arms to the ceiling, encouraging her audience to do the same.
“Everybody put your hands up!
We'll be flying
And I can be your wings!
Let's both get lost
within a deep hypnotic dream
We've still got room to grow
Why don't you join me?”
She sat down between the candelabra lining the golden chandelier, casually swinging her legs back and forth.
“I'm just so irritated, this is some kinda hell
I wanna find some passion and completely lose myself
These thoughts of feeling worthless, they're not making you cool
Stop looking down, flip it around, your gift is originality”
Beelza suddenly took off into the air again, making loops and turns, her multicolored hair and tail flowing behind her and making for an eye-catching sight.
“Boom Boom Boom!
Dancing through the skies
Get it off of your mind
Your problems piling way up high
Boom Boom Boom!
Dancing through the skies
You gotta show 'em you can fight
And reveal the wrong from right
(Come on, let's fly!)”
She landed in the center of stage, this time, raising one of her arms as she pointed to the heavens above.
“Everybody put your hands up!
We'll be flying
Can you imagine it?
Search and you'll find
the stage you see within your dreams
The place where you're "the one"
That's where you're meant to be
(Flyin') Within these memories
(Flyin') That you're slowly forgetting
Just listen close to the song that lies within your soul!”
Beelza ended the song in a dynamic pose and beamed out at the crowd, before taking another bow for that night.
“And that’s only the tip of the iceberg of what we got in store for ya, folks! Stay tuned for the costume contest coming up in the next hour!”
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The large, gilded doors to the grand ballroom of Beelzebub’s palace opened wide, letting the crowd of guests clamoring to get inside file in by small groups. The cacophony of voices echoed throughout the halls, seeming to fill the room before the guests did.
It looked just as beautiful as it did the previous year. The marble floors were polished to perfection to where one could see their own reflection if they looked down, the chandeliers glittered above the guests, and the curtains were pulled back from the huge windows lining the walls to let the soft moonlight shine on the guests from outside.
A large stage sat at the end of the room. A band was setting up and tuning their instruments. Once the guests were ushered around the stage, a puff of colorful smoke exploded onto the center. A feminine silhouette could be seen through the vapors. Not long after, Beelza stepped through, donned in her ringmaster costume.
She grinned at the crowd of guests, raising a handheld mic up to her lips as she addressed the crowd.
“Heeeellooooo, everyone! Welcome to our palace and my mom’s annual Masquerade Ball! I, Princess Beelza will be your emcee and host for the next three days.” Beelza lifted her top hat off her head and took a bow towards her audience. “As most of you are already aware, my mom will be disguising herself as a completely different demon throughout this whole event, but whoever is able to correctly guess her true identity on the last day gets a helluva of a nice reward.
We got a fun weekend planned for you folks! One that we hope you won’t be forgetting anytime soon. We have a costume contest later on tonight, a dancing contest tomorrow, and for the last day, an open mic night so you can come up and impress us all with your musical talents! And we also got some other performances for you, one of them by yours truly~ Now, are you guys ready?” Cue cheers from the crowd. “YEAH! That’s the kind of shit I wanna hear.”
“Without further ado–” Beelza raised all four of her hands in the air. “LET’S GET THIS PARTY FUCKING STARTED!!!!” Confetti and gold glitter shot out from cannons situated at each end of the stage, marking that the ball had officially begun!
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The time had come for the sin to finally reveal herself. A huge screen was placed onto the stage. After which, an equally large figure emerged from behind as she walked onto the stage. Her silhouette was unmistakable even to those who might have only ever seen her from afar. However, she wouldn't reveal herself just quite yet.
She posed dramatically. Each of the lights went out. One by One. As if by some supernatural force, the entire ballroom fell utterly silent. Waiting with baited breath to see what she would do next. Then, she began to sing.
“I'm the light…every night in your world…
Are you ready to watch me be legendary?
'Cause I'm…!
Ultra…luminary…”
As the band joined in, the stage itself transformed. It separated into a platform that rose high into the air above the guests. Steps began to pop out, connecting the platform to the rest of the stage that remained on the ground.
“You wish on me in my glitter light
First star you see tonight”
The screen still remained in place, yet Beelzebub began to move behind it, dancing along to the music.
“So wish away, wish with all your might
Upon this radiant sight~”
Balls of glittery light began to dance and fly through the air, bursting into miniature explosions of different colored bursts of light.
Beelza chuckles form her “hiding place” on top of one of the chandeliers. The darkness gives her relative cover from being seen by the other guests. The way her hands move in slow, purposeful circles hint that she is the one behind the light show.
“The stars ignite
They flame from dust
Born out of gravity and force, they combust
And though they try in rivalry…”
The screen fell away, revealing Beelzebub in all her shining, glittery glory.
“THEY’LL NEVER SHINE BRIGHT AS ME~!”
Beelza’s magic, combined with the iridescent gold dust covering every inch of her mother’s gown was enough to illuminate her form as she descended down the staircase while keeping in rhythm with the music.
“I'm the light every night in your world, hey!
You revel in the glory of my beauty
You ready to watch me be legendary?
'Cause I'm ultraluminary~!”
Beelzebub smiled down at the guests, relishing everyone’s attention focused solely on her and her alone.
“The cosmic shine of my fine display
Can turn the night to day
I hear they say that the Milky Way
Can't help but envy me
I am the brightest star
Superb, spectacular~!”
Once she made it back down to the stage, she twirled dramatically, the train of her dress spinning along with her as she dropped to the ground. The lights dimmed once to be replaced by a single spotlight on the sin.
“It was a desert here in Hell when we arrived
Gathering all of my tears, heartbreak and sighs
I made a potion ignite and turned the night
To a radiant city of light
From tears I rise….!”
She slowly stood up, using her own magic to create a swirl of golden light in her hands as she began to hover off the stage, ascending into the air. She stopped until she was well above her audience and sent tendrils of light out towards the guests.
“I RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSEEEEEE!”
The tendrils traveled vertically and illuminated the chandeliers, flooding the room with bright light once more.
“I'm the light every night in your world, hey!
You revel in the glory of my beauty
You ready to watch me be legendary?
'Cause I'm ultraluminary~!”
Beelzebub landed back down on the stage and posed. There was brief moment of silence before the entire room erupted into thunderous applause. The sin grinned, and blew kisses out to the guests. Ah, she missed this. The sounds of cheering and clapping that came after a brilliant performance such as hers.
“Let’s give another round of applause for my mom, Queen Beelzebub!” Beelza cheered, flying down onto the stage to join her mother. She turned to address the guests for the final time that night.
“I’d say that the perfect end to an exciting weekend. On behalf of my mother, I’d like to thank everyone for coming out this weekend! We hope you had a great time!”
Beelza took off her top hat and dipped into a bow, just like she had done on the first night.
“Good night, everyone! Hope to see you again next year~!”
#🐝Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ#Guest Muse; Beelza#and thus ends the ball#drabble#but ofc I'm still gonna continue ball threads for the foreseeable future xD#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event
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"Guess what time it is~"
"That's right! Time for the Dancing Contest to begin! Now, will the couples please come to the dance floor as I call each pair out?"
"Stolas! (@goetiia) you're paired with....Stella! (@onlyheartaches). Ozzie (@the-delightful-temptation) is paired with...Dia! (@diadxrling) Zephyr (@storm-warning) is matched with Flora! (@nebula-gaster)
"Angel Dust (@arachn0philia) you'll be dancing with...our winner of the costume contest, Rozy! (@infernal-general). Luna (@lunaferrous) is paired with Ozzie (@e-m-p-error). Athan (@e-m-p-error) you're paired with Nikki (@lethality-and-lust). Belphie (@gethellbcnt) you're gonna be dancing with...Cherri Bomb! (@hifimuses)
Which leaves me with...."
"......?"
"Hey! Anyone here named Nero (@helluvahell)?"
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"It's your hostess with the mostest~! Hope you guys are ready for another fun-filled night of drinking and dancing! We got an exciting evening in store for ya!"
"First up! We got the Dancing Contest coming up in another hour. That should be interesting to see who will get stuck--I mean, partnered with who~ And since we don't have an even number of participants that entered, I will be joining the dancing contest too!"
"And the Glam Sisters will be giving us a special performance later on tonight! You're not gonna want to miss that!"
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She hasn't seen her Dad at all today. That was a good sign, right? Then why the fuck did she still feel so uneasy? Oh well, hopefully tonight she might get some actual fucking sleep. But first things first...
"Wasuuuup, party people! As we wind to the end of another night same rules still apply. You're welcome to attend the orgy part of the festivities or you can retire to your private rooms for the night, or go home!"
"Tomorrow is sadly the last day of ball so we hope you continue to have a fucking good time while it lasts. Have a good night, and see you tomorrow everyone!"
#Guest muse; Beelza#I'm starting to fall asleep but ball threads will continue tomorrow!#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event
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Beelza had sent a text to her mother sometime during the ball saying she wanted to speak. In private. Both of the women had to wait for a time to be able to sneak away from the festivities in a way that would not draw attention to either of them. They met in a more secluded area of the palace where they would not be disturbed by guests or servants.
Beelzebub, still in her succubus disguise, removed her hat once she spotted her daughter. Her brows were knitted together in concern. Something happened. She knew that much. But she couldn’t begin to imagine what could have made her daughter look so distraught.
“Beelza?” She called out.
The princess lifted her head, shoulders relaxing. “Hey, Mom.”
Beelzebub placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, her gaze searching Beelza’s face. “Darling, I know that look. What’s wrong?”
Beelza hesitated and averted her gaze. She thought she had done a pretty good job masking her inner turmoil once the ball had resumed, but she knew she couldn't fool her mother.
She should just spit it out. Her mom needed to know. Even though it took place yesterday, the events were still fresh in her mind and had haunted her all of last night.
“I…I met Dad.”
Beelzebub stared at her daughter for a few moments, her eyes slowly widened. “...I see.”
“I didn’t invite him! He just–he just showed up after my performance. I think–I think he was waiting for me.”
The queen quietly shushed her daughter, brushong her hair out of her face. “I know, darling. I know. I’m just surprised he managed to get past my security.” Or that she didn’t sense him. Then again, her powers were significantly dulled in this form. “...What did he want?”
Beelza sighed and hugged herself.
“He said he was the reaching the end of his fortune or some shit and that he didn’t think you’d replenish it he tried to ask you himself–”
“--So he decided to ask you instead.” Beelzebub deduced.
“...Yeah.” The princess' ears lowered. “...He wasn’t interested in seeing me.”
And that was the part that hurt her the most.
Before she had realized it, tears started falling down her cheeks. The weight of everything crashed down on her all at once.
“Oh, Beelza, my darling…” Beelzebub instantly brought her daughter into a hug, gently stroked her hair and whispered soothing words to her as she broke down into sobs.This went on for a few moments, until the princess eventually calmed down enough to speak at least.
“Is that why you never wanted to talk about him?” Beelza asked, sniffling a bit and rubbing at her eyes now red from crying.
Her mother lowered her gaze and nodded. “When I realized I was pregnant with you I was over the moon. I thought Helios would be too.”
Beelza blinked.
Helios.
So that was his name.
“...But he made it abundantly clear that he did not share my enthusiasm for being a parent. He grew…cold. He said he wanted to leave and so, I let him. I thought throwing money at him and giving him an estate would leave me be. Apparently, I didn’t throw enough at him the first time.”
Beelza’s brows furrowed, recalling something from her and her father's conversation that stuck with her.
“I remember he mentioned that you ‘made him’.” Beelza pulled away from her mother to look at her with a questioning gaze. “What did he mean by that?”
Beelzebub sighed, reluctantly releasing her daughter. “...I suppose now that you actually met him I owe you an explanation of your heritage. You are old enough now, though I suspect you might already have some suspicions…”
Beelza shrugged, but waited for her mother to continue.
“I’m sure you might have realized that your father isn’t exactly…hellborn. He’s…I, well.” Might as well just spit it out.
“...He’s a fallen angel.”
Beelza’s brows rose and her mouth hung open slightly.
“You’re shitting me–”
“--Language. But I am afraid not, darling. Though your father was not the first angel to have stumbled into my garden all wide-eyed and oh so easy to corrupt, I will admit that he was the one I had grown the most attached to. I saw so much potential in him and I was never more proud when he proudly turned his back on Heaven and denounced his Lord.”
“I see…” Beelza murmured, still trying to process what she had been told. That explained how her mother and father met in the first place.
“Regardless, I think it is imperative we increase security. He has an awful habit of showing up in places he should not be.”
“You don’t think he’s gonna try to talk to me again…Do you?”
“I would like to think your father is not that stupid, my darling girl.” A pause. “...However, I am not certain. Still, I will keep an eye out.”
Beelzebub cupped her daughter’s face, her expression softening. “I will not let him hurt you again. I promise, love.”
Beelza managed a small smile. “Thanks, Mom. We should probably get back to the party before they start getting suspicious.”
The disguised sin chuckled and nodded, releasing Beelza’s face. “Indeed. We did promise them an event they would not forget after all.”
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Send 🎭 for our muses to meet at a masquerade party
@lunaferrous said: 🎭 for Beelza
Beelza strolled through the crowds of guest during her downtime. Grinning at everyone enjoying themselves and filling up on alcohol and food. This was what a party was all about. Forgetting your worries and troubles for a few hours and just letting everything go.
Her gaze landed on a lone woman with a silvery dress and immediately the princess made a beeline towards her. It was her mission to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves.
"Hey, there! Having a good time?" Beelza smiled at the woman. "Oh, fucking love your dress. Really gives off winter vibes."
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"It's me again~! As the ball is winding down you all are free to retire to your guest rooms for the night. Just make sure to see one of our serverants for your room number so there isn't any confusion. Or, if you would prefer to go home and come back the next day, that's totes okay! Just make sure to bring your invitation when you come back!"
"But that doesn't mean the fun has to end right here and now. Those looking for some after dark action the sex and orgy rooms will be open to you all night. Just present your passes and one of servants will set you up!"
"See you all tomorrow~"
#Guest Muse; Beelza#ofc you all are welcome to continue your threads!#but the ball will officially resume at 3 pm tomorrow ^^#I might stay up and still try to reply to some thing for a bit longer lol#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event
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Okay, Bee, you can do this. People are waiting on you. You got to get your shit fucking together for this ball to run smoothly.
"Apologies for the delay, everyone! I had to deal with some...personal problems that came up, but now I'm back and ready to make sure you all have a fucking good time! Now who's ready for the COSTUME CONTEST!?!?!?"
"Can our lovely participants please come to the stage so our guests and come and admire your costumes and VOTE on the one they like best?"
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"Welcome back, everyone~! Sadly, today is the last day of the ball. So, let's make it the best fucking one yet!"
"Today is also the day we have our open mic taking place in the next hour and towards the end of the ball, my mom will reveal her identity and grace us with a closing performance! I encourage everyone to stick around for that."
"Now let's get this party back on track~!"
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With the ball less than an hour and a half away both of the Bee women are furiously trying to get themselves ready for the big night.
#🐝Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ#Guest Muse; Beelza#Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event#just thought I'd give a little update lol#but it's almost here guys!!!!!!!
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Anonymous said: I'll have 2 number nines, a number nine large, a number six with extra dip, a number seven, 2 number forty-fives, one with cheese, and a large soda.
"Uhhhh, Mom? Some rando's in our house."
"I'll take care of it, darling."
"I was getting a bit a HUNGRY anyway~"
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"You know what time it is~? That's right! Time for the Open Mic~! That means guests are welcome to come up to the stage and impress us all with your musical talents and our amazing band will follow you."
"Of course, you don't have to sing for us. If you play an instrument we will provide you with one and you can show off your skills! Hell, you can even do a little dance for us if that's more your speed. Just as long as we're entertained~!"
Mun's Note: If you would like me to reblog your post of your muse's performance for visibility purposes, please tag either of my blogs @/qveenofgluttony or @/infernal-feminae
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