divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

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."

Scandal! Scandal!

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!! 🦆

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.

The Bee's Knees!

HEY MA, WE'RE GOIN' TO APPLEBEEZ!