Beelzebub halted all motion abruptly, his face draining of what little color the porcelain skin held. He bit his lip, the only thing that betrayed him as being less than a lifeless statue.

The expression on Belial's face made him shake inside, fearful. Stupid, manipulative bastard, always coming in and ruining his fun. Beelzebub took a step back and narrowed his eyes. "Can't you ever leave me to play?" he said, voice unwaveringly arrogant.