There’s a knock on the door in the dead of night. Beelzebub cautiously tries to look out the window, but they can’t see who’s on the other side. They prepare for the worst and open the door, revealing Dagon standing on the doorstep, completely stone-faced.
“Thank Hell you’re here,” the former prince sighed, “everything’s gone to shit.”
“What a surprise.” Dagon replied sarcastically.
“Dagon...before anything else, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry you had to find out...like that. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but they could’ve gotten suspicious if you knew, and I had no idea—“
“Save your breath, my lord. I put the past behind us, and that’s when I realized something about myself. I was never really loyal to Hell at all.”
“What?”
“I was always loyal to you.”
Beelzebub leaned their head against the edge of the doorway. Great, they thought. All I needed was more confusing emotions.
“...Come in out of the cold already. Geez.”
