New Beelzebub in Hazbin Hotel

Beelzebub sat leisurely on her grand, fly-themed throne, her fingers drumming rhythmically against the armrest. Her eyes, sharp and focused, gazed into the distance, but not at the room in front of her. Instead, she was peering through the perspective of one of her many fly scouts. Her grin widened as something caught her attention.

"Hmmm," she mused aloud, her red eyes gleaming with interest.

Pandemonica, ever at her side, raised an eyebrow. Her posture was as composed as always, with her hands folded neatly in front of her. "What is interesting, my lady?"

"Hmm? Ahhh, yeah," Beelzebub's grin grew wider, baring her sharp teeth. Her sharp claws tapped lightly against the armrest. "Something very interesting. That imp… he's gotten into the human world."

Pandemonica's calm demeanor cracked, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "But that's impossible, my lady. No imp should be able to cross over on their own."

Beelzebub's laugh echoed through the vast throne room. "Heh… HEHEHE… Ahhhh, of course, it's impossible. But he's using a certain book. Tell me, Pandy, what demon's grimoire uses stars and constellations as part of its magic?"

Pandemonica's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "That would be Stolas, my lady."

Beelzebub's head tilted downward, her face half-hidden in the shadow of her wild, unruly hair. Her grin became something far more sinister. "Hehe…HEHEHE… Ahhhh, of course, that birdy. How predictable. Pandy, call him in. And bring his little daughter too."

Pandemonica adjusted her glasses and gave a small bow. "At once, my lady."

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On the other side of Hell, Stolas sat at a modestly set breakfast table with his daughter, Octavia. The soft clatter of utensils and the quiet hum of ambient music filled the space. His wife was away, so the atmosphere was peaceful. Octavia was listening to music on her headphones, nodding her head slightly to the beat as she scrolled on her phone.

Suddenly, a sharp buzzing noise broke the calm.

Bzzzz

Stolas's eyes darted to the window, where a fly hovered outside, tapping insistently against the glass. He opened it with a flick of his fingers, letting the fly in. It buzzed in circles before landing on the table, carrying a tiny scroll. Stolas's brow furrowed as he picked it up and unrolled it.

*"From your friendly Queen Bee. Where's your grimoire? Let's have a talk. Come to my place. Bring your daughter too. PS: I know that the imp has it."*

Stolas's eyes widened. A shiver ran down his spine, goosebumps rising along his arms. He gulped audibly. "This… this isn't good," he muttered to himself.

Octavia, noticing his change in demeanor, pulled off her headphones. "What's up, Dad?"

Stolas's eyes darted to her, his face a mixture of forced calm and underlying panic. He gently touched her shoulder. "Octavia, darling, we need to make a quick visit to the Gluttony Ring."

"Why?" she asked, skeptical, her eyes narrowing.

"It's… complicated. But I'll be with you the entire time. I promise." He gave her a strained smile that didn't reach his eyes. Octavia's brow furrowed, but she sighed, knowing her father wouldn't relent. "Fine, whatever."

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The grand doors of Beelzebub's throne room swung open with a dramatic creak. Stolas and Octavia entered slowly, the oppressive aura of the space weighing down on them. The scent of food, alcohol, and something more primal filled the air. On the throne, Beelzebub sat with one leg crossed over the other, a wicked smile on her face.

"Well, how ya doin', birdy?" she cooed, her voice as sweet and dangerous as poisoned honey.

Stolas's feathers puffed up instinctively. He bowed deeply, pulling Octavia into a bow as well. "Of course, my lady. It's… a pleasure to see you."

Beelzebub's eyes flicked to Octavia and then back to Stolas. "Ahhh, there's no need for that," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Pandy, why don't you escort the little owl to see Malina? I'm sure they'll hit it off."

Pandemonica gave a short nod. "Yes, my lady." She gestured for Octavia to follow her. The young owl hesitated but followed, glancing nervously back at her father. Stolas's heart ached as he watched her disappear behind the door.

At the same time, Pandemonica showed Octavia to a dimly lit room. "Go inside, please," Pandemonica said with a calm but firm tone.

Octavia felt a wave of unease in front of the demon but stepped forward. "Yes," she muttered. She entered the room, taking in the smell of alcohol and the scattered sight of empty liquor bottles on the floor. In the middle of it all, she spotted a figure lounging on a couch. It was a demoness with white hair, horns, and a tail that flicked about lazily as she gripped a joystick in her hands, fully immersed in a game displayed on a large TV screen.

The demoness didn't even glance at her. "And who are you? I'm busy," she muttered, mashing buttons on the controller.

Octavia shifted uncomfortably. "Lady Beelzebub sent me here."

The demoness, Malina, remained quiet, her tail lazily curling around another controller. Without even looking, she tossed it toward Octavia, who barely managed to catch it.

"Well," Malina said, eyes still glued to the screen. "You better be good at playing games."

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Back in the throne room, Stolas found himself sitting at a table across from Beelzebub. A mug of something warm sat in his hands. Beelzebub leaned forward, elbows on the table, her golden eyes piercing him.

"So, birdy," she began, her tone light but her eyes sharp as daggers. "I've been watching. Saw you've been using your grimoire in a… how do I say it… unauthorized manner." Her grin widened. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Naughty bird."

Stolas's grip on the mug tightened. "My lady, it's not… I mean…" His voice trembled, his mind scrambling for an excuse. "I've been lending it to an imp… for… personal reasons."

"Oh, I know," Beelzebub's smile was feral. "The imp's name is…" She tapped her chin playfully. "What was it again? Blorbo? Blitioton? Blitzo! That's it, right?" She leaned in closer, her gaze burning holes through him. "You're breaking rules for an imp. How romantic."

Stolas's face flushed with both embarrassment and terror. His feathers quivered, and his heart pounded. "My lady… please, have mercy. I—"

"Hah!" She threw her head back with laughter. "Calm down, birdy. I'm not here to punish you. I just… wanted to see my favorite bird squirm." Her eyes glowed with mischief as she leaned back and took a sip from her cup.

Stolas's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "Y-You're… you're letting me off?"

"Yup. For now," Beelzebub's eyes glinted with amusement. "Just be more careful. Oh, and tell that little imp of yours… I'm watching." She lifted her cup to her lips, smirking as she drank.

(End of a chapter)