As the second son of Lucifer, my strength is also my curse. My job is keeping everyone around me feeling fulfilled. Sometimes it means serving them the best drinks and food at my bar. Other times, it means helping bring them delight, no matter what that entails. The problem? If I slack off, I grow weak. The Hunger. I’ve been content feeding off the pleasure of others for hundreds of years, even if putting everyone else first is becoming tiresome. But when one little human falls into our realm, everything changes in an instant. Screw everyone else’s needs; all I care about is Estelle, making her mine, and discovering exactly what she wants. After all, I am who I am. Gluttony. Beelzebub. Bub to my brothers. But you can call me Beelz.