"You shall not pass!" you proclaimed, stretching your arms and legs over the kitchen entryway. You did your best to physically cover as much space as possible, above and below, even if that left you wide open to direct attacks. The only way in or out of the kitchen now - without destruction of property - was to go through you.
The hulking Avatar of Gluttony stood before you, seeming to tower over everything. You were the only obstacle in the way of a being who was, unquestionably, one of the Devildom's strongest denizens.
"Please?" he asked. His shoulders were slumped. His face pointed down at you. He rubbed his stomach, spurring it to growl.
"No." You were resolute. "Dinner is in half an hour."
Beelzebub deflated a little more. Somewhere behind you, chef-of-the-day Satan yelled, "come back in thirty minutes."
You and Beelzebub remained at a standstill, staring at each other. Lowering your defenses was out of the question. Demons would use any dirty trick in the book to get what they want. Begging. Tickling. Bribing. Going "what's that?" and pointing down the hall and then rushing past while you were distracted. Your iron will was forged over weeks of such brutal mishaps.
Beelzebub made a move. He tried to worm his way over your leg, as if there was enough space for his large frame to possibly sneak past you. You swiped your elbow at his nose. "I said no!"
He huffed loudly and stepped back. His stomach rumbled again. His hands became fists. Without sustenance as fuel, he could not fight. "I won't forget about this. I'll be back."
Words of surrender. You had won this round. The Avatar of Gluttony prepared to retreat back to his room.
You lowered your arms, retracting your limbs back to a normal position. Victory was sweet. As he turned away, you called out, "I'll see you in a bit for dinner."
Beelzebub grinned and sniffed the air. "Yeah, it smells really good. I can't wait."
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