Being the Queen Bee of Gluttony typically keeps a Sin busy... namely in harvesting and stockpiling power. You know, just in case. But what good is a party and revelry if you fall out of the loop with the times? These days, there's been a lot of trickle down culture that Bee is just in love with... swing, jazz, dance, glitz, glamour, cute little dresses!!
And where better to catch up on culture than in Pride, with the latest Sinners? After attending a meeting with the Morningstars, Bee immediately hones in on the tastiest vibe she can find - and waltzes right in.
Her new face is undoubtedly friendly and cute - it's always done better than the proboscis and mandibles. But she realizes immediately as she's walking to the bar that the Sinners here? They have no idea who she is. She fits right in - which is kind of hilarious.
"Woo! This looks like a good spot. Barkeep! Get out the punch bowl, let's make this a REAL jazzy time."
Even if this particular face of hers wasn't all that new, there was one person at the bar who wouldn't have recognized it.
Alastor sat at the far end of the bar, listening indulgently to Mimzy who was perched on a barstool, telling the harrowing tales of when she'd first arrived and set the place up. He glanced up at the chipper new face, giving her a small smile and a nod of greeting before looking back down at Mimzy.
Meanwhile, Bee would be getting her first of likely many drinks. The punch bowl would sadly be nixed unless she bought the whole bowl.
"C'mon, baby! Gimme the whole punch bowl - I'm paying for everyone tonight," Bee insisted, pulling out from her bra a FAT wad of cash, easily worth more than a single punch bowl. That's getting some eyes on her, of course, but it's also getting her the bowl of booze - and she politely turns down the cups.
"No thanks! ALRIGHT cool cats, it is TIME to get drunk, crank up that music, and go CRAZY! Woo!"
If the fat stack of cash didn't attract attention, the clear magic in turning the punch bowl into something the size of a swimming pool absolutely did.
Immediately there was a shift in attitude at the bar. The more hardcore alcoholics jumped right in, clothes and all. The bar was suddenly slammed with patrons who weren't exactly eager to jump into the "pool" but were more than happy to drink themselves stupid on someone else's dime.
"Oh my goodness!" Mimzy beamed. "Be right back, Al! Gotta schmooze for a bit!"
Mimzy hopped off her stool and pushed her way through the crowd to Bee.
"Ya Majesty!" She bowed to Bee. "Sorry I didn't recognize ya! I woulda made sure ta tell Merv here ta give ya whateva ya wanted!"
Who else but the Queen of Gluttony could make a punch bowl into a swimming pool?
Meanwhile Alastor eeled out of the way of some of the patrons getting too close for comfort. However, he looked curiously over at Bee and Mimzy. His sensitive ears laid flat against his skull to prevent all he noise from damaging them, the cacophony making whatever it was Mimzy and Bee were saying impossible for him to hear.
Bee would probably recognize the look of fresh meat. This man hadn't fallen too long ago and had no idea who she was.
She's so tiny and cute!! And she looks GREAT. Bee plucked a jumbo-sized cherry from the punch, taking a bite of it like it's an oversized apple. "You're SO cute, don't you worry, I like crashing parties. Now let's get everyone dancing! You can get the piano guy going, right?"
Careful not to squish anyone, Bee shoved the bowl with her foot - a feat that ought to be impossible - and slid it out of the way so there was plenty of space to dance.
Starting to zip around, Bee grabbed people by the hands where they were sitting off to the side - no wall-flowers! - and pulled them into the dance floor. And of course, Alastor was one of the people grabbed, too.
Funny, he hadn't noticed any bee foxes in the group when he'd started scoping them out. Perhaps her territory wasn't as large as the others'? Could explain why she was here if it was small enough for her to not need to manage it constantly.
"Hahah! No way, I'm not in Pride enough and I'd be WAY too busy!" Bee laughed, following Alastor's lead in the dance but starting to dance with more energy, more kicks, giggling between words.
It was kept quiet for weeks, until a servant talked.
It was kept quiet for months, until internet discourse got viral enough to start popping up in the news itself.
For the entire duration, Lucifer Morningstar remained quiet about the divorce. He declined comment. For the most insistent, he insisted it was a mutual parting. But it didn't matter... there were comments and opinions regardless, wondering if the bedroom energy had died, if Lucifer or Lilith had affairs (they did not), and if they even kept together as long as they had to keep Charlie happy (how fucking DARE THEY-)
Lucifer felt the occasional lingering look, the stare, waiting to see if the King would crack in the wake of his missing Queen. Somehow, by all of his willpower, he maintained the outward fun, almost cartoonish loftiness.
It was when he was in his workshop that he let himself feel. It was after the palace had cleared out from some event that he took some time to himself.
The piles of ducks grew higher and higher, plainer and plainer, as he fought to maintain some normalcy, dove into some project to try and distract himself. But those were beginning to run dry.
Lucifer pulled out his phone in the dark of his workshop, moved through his contacts as he felt himself growing numb again.
Social calls were normal. He tried his best to regularly meet with the other Sins and check in on the Rings of his domain. They'd asked if he was okay, and he always insisted he was fine. A little sad, but 'fine'.
I'm going to take you up on that 'getting fucked up' offer!! 🦆
For the entire lifespan of owning a cell phone, Bee has always regularly texted Lucifer. Cocktail ideas, jokes, stories, and once pictures became a thing, ALWAYS pictures. Song clips. Little recordings of her working out song lyrics.
That never changed when the rumors of the divorce were happening. Bee was worried, yeah - but she knew Lucifer needed the allure of indulgence to actually sink his teeth into the idea of a party.
She's pleased when that wager pays off. Getting him out of the hot seat and into the limelight will be a break he needs.
AWOO AWOOOOOO fuck YES let's DO IT BABY
I'm at the cute little Hive off Hexagon Ave you'll hear the music THUMPIN
The pictures were so wonderful. The songs? Always a hit. He found himself doing his own stretches and workouts to her music. Why not? It got you pumped, brought out the good vibes! Sometimes Satan's music was a little TOO intense, you know?
Be there in 20!
It's been too long, we need to go full COBBLER, Bee!
Sure, he could shift Rings immediately, but he needed to get out of his stuffier layers and into something he could move around in. After a dress down and a roll up of his sleeves, he pointedly turned away from one of many portraits of the past hanging on the walls.
He won't let that get to him tonight. Hexagon Ave, here he comes!
With their special guest en route, Bee goes for a wardrobe change - she HAD to get into her cute red plaid mini-skort and slutty unbuttoned button-up with the tube top underneath. And even more importantly, she had to get the cocktail of the night set - she summoned her special reserves of booze, slapping down on the counter for the bartenders the honey and applejack cocktail, making sure there was fresh rosemary to muddle in with it. OOH that would be SO good.
It's not often that Bee skipped her dramatic pre-show entrance, but she was excited to have Lucifer joining for a party all to let loose. She practically hovered near the front, already pregaming the drinking before he showed, excited and giddy for his arrival. It'd definitely be the coolest surprise to everyone here.
He could have aimed for outside the doors, but naaaaw- he'll pop right at the entrance with a swirl of crimson and gold... okay, and maybe a few pops of fireworks for effect.
...And a phantom fanfare from somewhere.
"PARTY TIIIIME!" He crowed, all bravado, because it allowed him to ignore any potential stares that made uncomfortable knots in the belly; stares that preceded questions he didn't feel like answering.
His party attire? He'd just left the coat at home. But he was sporting a very unkempt tie to replace the bow tie, decorated in ducks wearing party hats.
There's a beat of silence save for the thumping music, but the crowd quickly titters in excitement. "Oh shit, is that the King of Hell??" "Really?? Awesome!" "What's with the ducks--?"
"OHW AWOOOOOOOO!! There he IS!"
Bee squeezed Lucifer in a big hug, swinging them around as she howled and cheered - the crowd immediately joined in to the started howl, almost all of them Hellhounds. The chanting already started up - Luci-fer, Luci-fer, Luci-fer--
"The King's HERE baby, we are gonna have a SINFUL good time! Awooo!!"
"Ooooh, Luci, you could rock a sexy low-cut dress if you wanted, you're gorgeous," Bee insisted, buzzing with delight. She summoned one of the prepared cocktails from the bar, something that should've been served in a dainty glass but was instead in a mason jar, and passed it to him as she smoothed out his coat with her three other hands. Not that it wouldn't get crazy later.
"Whaddya think? I like, always think of red plaid when I think of apples, I think it's the whole picnic vibe-- and then plaid makes me think 'boarding school' but you couldn't catch me wearing a button-up normally dead," she excitedly giggled, twirling around to twirl her skort.
"Oh! And the song part is starting in ten-- do you wanna duet, or do you wanna just chill and enjoy, baby?"
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There was something fitting about an all-powerful overlord being killed in an empty alley. With their core essence now suffering in eternal torment to fuel his magic, Alastor turned his attention to the body.
Fresh, bloody meat. Always an excellent dinner. His ears twitched with pleasure as he tore into his prize. The delicate fish bones crunched in his jaws as he savored the flavor.
Once he'd had his fill, he'd take what was left back to properly cook.
Now now... Bee was paying Pride a visit. There'd been some tasty vibes coming from there, and while it turned out it wasn't Rosie on the hunt lately, the gluttonous glee was too irresistible. Bee had to find out where the party was! Now and then she'd find some food eating contest, or some orgy, or a particularly enthusiastic cannibal.
Well - looks like tonight, the answer is that last category! Bee'lzebub had found this particularly reclusive little dark alleyway, the perfect spot to capture cornered prey... her honey gave the brick a soft glow as she rounded the corner and spotted a very messy, very bloody and gory faced dance partner of hers hovering over another Sinner's corpse.
Alastor was certainly quite pleased with himself and happy to have something to help curb his eternal hunger. He was absently gnawing on and sucking the marrow out of one of his victim's ulnas when the soft glow caught his attention.
He looked up to see Bee standing there. Unsurprisingly, she didn't seem disturbed.
He swallowed his current bite.
"Ah, apologies, my dear! I was in the middle of dinner!"
"Looks delicious with how you're eatin' it, King Cake. Mind if I have a bite, too?" she winked at him, sashaying closer to join him. But hey, you don't swipe food off of someone else's plate - that's rude!
Alastor gestured to the corpse. "Go ahead, Sugar! Far be it from me to deny you at least a taste!"
The deer demon hadn't gotten very far into his consumption of the fish demon. His victim was still recognizable. Even without the face being in-tact, there was some very distinctive jewelry still hanging around her neck.
This was no ordinary sinner. This was an overlord that he'd managed to take down in the filthy alleyway.
"Oh hoh, look at you... a little kitty taking down some big fish," Bee chuckled fondly as she walked closer and leaned over for a good look at the familiar face. "She's been around a while, too! She's gonna be pissed when she regenerates, King Cake, but who can argue with getting seconds?"
With a claw, Bee dug through the tortured eye socket and fished out (hah) an eye, popping it into her mouth like a grape.
"Unfortunately, this is a meal I'll only get to enjoy twice. She's not coming back."
Alastor took another bite out of the arm bone, tongue lapping away at any marrow that threatened to escape.
And Bee was powerful enough to tell that that wasn't just confidence. The overlord's essence was gone, not simply hovering around waiting to regenerate.
The Bee's Knees!
And where better to catch up on culture than in Pride, with the latest Sinners? After attending a meeting with the Morningstars, Bee immediately hones in on the tastiest vibe she can find - and waltzes right in.
Her new face is undoubtedly friendly and cute - it's always done better than the proboscis and mandibles. But she realizes immediately as she's walking to the bar that the Sinners here? They have no idea who she is. She fits right in - which is kind of hilarious.
"Woo! This looks like a good spot. Barkeep! Get out the punch bowl, let's make this a REAL jazzy time."
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Alastor sat at the far end of the bar, listening indulgently to Mimzy who was perched on a barstool, telling the harrowing tales of when she'd first arrived and set the place up. He glanced up at the chipper new face, giving her a small smile and a nod of greeting before looking back down at Mimzy.
Meanwhile, Bee would be getting her first of likely many drinks. The punch bowl would sadly be nixed unless she bought the whole bowl.
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"No thanks! ALRIGHT cool cats, it is TIME to get drunk, crank up that music, and go CRAZY! Woo!"
If the fat stack of cash didn't attract attention, the clear magic in turning the punch bowl into something the size of a swimming pool absolutely did.
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"Oh my goodness!" Mimzy beamed. "Be right back, Al! Gotta schmooze for a bit!"
Mimzy hopped off her stool and pushed her way through the crowd to Bee.
"Ya Majesty!" She bowed to Bee. "Sorry I didn't recognize ya! I woulda made sure ta tell Merv here ta give ya whateva ya wanted!"
Who else but the Queen of Gluttony could make a punch bowl into a swimming pool?
Meanwhile Alastor eeled out of the way of some of the patrons getting too close for comfort. However, he looked curiously over at Bee and Mimzy. His sensitive ears laid flat against his skull to prevent all he noise from damaging them, the cacophony making whatever it was Mimzy and Bee were saying impossible for him to hear.
Bee would probably recognize the look of fresh meat. This man hadn't fallen too long ago and had no idea who she was.
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Careful not to squish anyone, Bee shoved the bowl with her foot - a feat that ought to be impossible - and slid it out of the way so there was plenty of space to dance.
Starting to zip around, Bee grabbed people by the hands where they were sitting off to the side - no wall-flowers! - and pulled them into the dance floor. And of course, Alastor was one of the people grabbed, too.
"Come on! Let's GLUT on a good time!"
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Pleased as punch, Mimzy made her way over to the pianist.
Soon enough, Alastor found himself pulled into the dance with this clearly-powerful stranger. However, he recovered quickly, expertly taking the lead.
"Quite an entrance, my dear!"
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"Thank you!! I LOVE to make a splash and make it FUN! People get too stuffy and anxious if I come in title-first!"
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Funny, he hadn't noticed any bee foxes in the group when he'd started scoping them out. Perhaps her territory wasn't as large as the others'? Could explain why she was here if it was small enough for her to not need to manage it constantly.
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"Call me Bee!"
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HEY MA, WE'RE GOIN' TO APPLEBEEZ!
It was kept quiet for weeks, until a servant talked.
It was kept quiet for months, until internet discourse got viral enough to start popping up in the news itself.
For the entire duration, Lucifer Morningstar remained quiet about the divorce. He declined comment. For the most insistent, he insisted it was a mutual parting. But it didn't matter... there were comments and opinions regardless, wondering if the bedroom energy had died, if Lucifer or Lilith had affairs (they did not), and if they even kept together as long as they had to keep Charlie happy (how fucking DARE THEY-)
Lucifer felt the occasional lingering look, the stare, waiting to see if the King would crack in the wake of his missing Queen. Somehow, by all of his willpower, he maintained the outward fun, almost cartoonish loftiness.
It was when he was in his workshop that he let himself feel. It was after the palace had cleared out from some event that he took some time to himself.
The piles of ducks grew higher and higher, plainer and plainer, as he fought to maintain some normalcy, dove into some project to try and distract himself. But those were beginning to run dry.
Lucifer pulled out his phone in the dark of his workshop, moved through his contacts as he felt himself growing numb again.
Social calls were normal. He tried his best to regularly meet with the other Sins and check in on the Rings of his domain. They'd asked if he was okay, and he always insisted he was fine. A little sad, but 'fine'.
I'm going to take you up on that 'getting fucked up' offer!! 🦆
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That never changed when the rumors of the divorce were happening. Bee was worried, yeah - but she knew Lucifer needed the allure of indulgence to actually sink his teeth into the idea of a party.
She's pleased when that wager pays off. Getting him out of the hot seat and into the limelight will be a break he needs.
AWOO AWOOOOOO fuck YES let's DO IT BABY
I'm at the cute little Hive off Hexagon Ave you'll hear the music THUMPIN
I'll be the peaches you be the cream!
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Sometimes Satan's music was a little TOO intense, you know?Be there in 20!
It's been too long, we need to go full COBBLER, Bee!
Sure, he could shift Rings immediately, but he needed to get out of his stuffier layers and into something he could move around in. After a dress down and a roll up of his sleeves, he pointedly turned away from one of many portraits of the past hanging on the walls.
He won't let that get to him tonight. Hexagon Ave, here he comes!
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It's not often that Bee skipped her dramatic pre-show entrance, but she was excited to have Lucifer joining for a party all to let loose. She practically hovered near the front, already pregaming the drinking before he showed, excited and giddy for his arrival. It'd definitely be the coolest surprise to everyone here.
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...And a phantom fanfare from somewhere.
"PARTY TIIIIME!" He crowed, all bravado, because it allowed him to ignore any potential stares that made uncomfortable knots in the belly; stares that preceded questions he didn't feel like answering.
His party attire? He'd just left the coat at home. But he was sporting a very unkempt tie to replace the bow tie, decorated in ducks wearing party hats.
What?
It's casual!!
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"OHW AWOOOOOOOO!! There he IS!"
Bee squeezed Lucifer in a big hug, swinging them around as she howled and cheered - the crowd immediately joined in to the started howl, almost all of them Hellhounds. The chanting already started up - Luci-fer, Luci-fer, Luci-fer--
"The King's HERE baby, we are gonna have a SINFUL good time! Awooo!!"
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The hug was returned- God, how much did he need something like this right now- and he was dizzy on that and the... chanting? The CHANTING!!
Damn. Bee knew how to pump people up, huh? She'd always been a natural at it.
"Your King arrives with but one decree: ...Have the best damn night of your lives!" It's Gluttony, baby. You don't go halfway.
But amid cheers, he planted his hands on his hips and gave the Queen a once-over. A whistle.
"...Yeah, yep- Remind me to diversify my wardrobe a bit. What do you think, could I rock a skirt?"
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"Whaddya think? I like, always think of red plaid when I think of apples, I think it's the whole picnic vibe-- and then plaid makes me think 'boarding school' but you couldn't catch me wearing a button-up normally dead," she excitedly giggled, twirling around to twirl her skort.
"Oh! And the song part is starting in ten-- do you wanna duet, or do you wanna just chill and enjoy, baby?"
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RadioHoney - The Reason Overlords Keep Disappearing
Fresh, bloody meat. Always an excellent dinner. His ears twitched with pleasure as he tore into his prize. The delicate fish bones crunched in his jaws as he savored the flavor.
Once he'd had his fill, he'd take what was left back to properly cook.
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Well - looks like tonight, the answer is that last category! Bee'lzebub had found this particularly reclusive little dark alleyway, the perfect spot to capture cornered prey... her honey gave the brick a soft glow as she rounded the corner and spotted a very messy, very bloody and gory faced dance partner of hers hovering over another Sinner's corpse.
Damn, that was some damn good honey.
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He looked up to see Bee standing there. Unsurprisingly, she didn't seem disturbed.
He swallowed his current bite.
"Ah, apologies, my dear! I was in the middle of dinner!"
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The deer demon hadn't gotten very far into his consumption of the fish demon. His victim was still recognizable. Even without the face being in-tact, there was some very distinctive jewelry still hanging around her neck.
This was no ordinary sinner. This was an overlord that he'd managed to take down in the filthy alleyway.
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With a claw, Bee dug through the tortured eye socket and fished out (hah) an eye, popping it into her mouth like a grape.
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Alastor took another bite out of the arm bone, tongue lapping away at any marrow that threatened to escape.
And Bee was powerful enough to tell that that wasn't just confidence. The overlord's essence was gone, not simply hovering around waiting to regenerate.
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It takes a little scraping, but Bee manages to find and scrape away some cheek meat. Mmm... soft, tender, bloody.
"I had a feeling you were special, King Cake. I pick the best favorites."
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