#southernhellsbell

[toranoya]

"We have a problem." Points at Belphegor napping on their couch.

Moxxie walks in with arms full of snacks, humming a little tune as he returned home from a snack run. And then freezes mid-step when he hears Millie.

"We have a what now—?" Moxxie’s eyes follow where she's pointing and sees Belphegor sprawled out, snoring softly on their couch

"… Millie, why is one of the Seven Deadly Sins drooling on our upholstery?! I—I was gone ten minutes!” Moxxie said, awkwardly shifts the snack bags in his arms, still staring in disbelief.

"And is he… is he using my lucky pillow?! That’s my stage performance lumbar support pillow!"

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[prin-rose]

@southernhellsbell Belphegor hugs.

Finding more benefit in staying within the good graces of a Sin, Prin concealed her surprise with her most pleasant smile. “A pleasure as always your majesty.”

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[hotelofheroines]

@southernhellsbell Belphegor dressed in a tiny elf costume.

"Well, that's a cute little number, isn't it? Emphasis on little. Your ass is practically wearing the skirt as a hat, isn't it? I can respect that. Nothing like a good sexy outfit to fill you with confidence and show it off."

[a-hell-of-a-time]

@southernhellsbell Loona grabs Octavia. "You have to help me! People want me pregnant!"

"...did you try decking them in the face? That tends to work."

[full-of-moxxie]

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Moxxie had gotten home from another busy day. He had noticed that Millie had been taking a lot more days off recently, but also acting really strange lately as well, and he was feeling a little concerned. He saw Belphagore sleeping on the couch as usual but heard Millie was in the kitchen. He decided it was time to see what going on with her.

He walked over to the kitchen, hoping she was up to talk. "Hey Millie, I'm home. I was hoping we could talk." He said gently before entering, hoping not to surprise or startle her.

[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

@southernhellsbell kicks in there door. "Where's mAh money mother fucker?"

The door being kicked in snaps a trip wire, causing a heavy net falls from the ceiling, wrapped around several heavy metal balls to make it hard to get out under of without help. Rapid footsteps rounding the corner, revealing Striker, revolver in hand, pointing at her before recognition flashed in his eyes

"Mi-Milldred!? What the hell are you doing here? We didn't take any fucking money, though I just might now for you damaging my door like that.." Striker remarked with a sassy flick of his tail, setting the gun at his hip, the cowboy a bit dressed down, just in a black t shirt, with pants boots and gloves, lacking his jacket and hat.

[vindicta-reliquiae]

@southernhellsbell (x)

She sees you. :3

"Hello?"

[hells-greatestdad]

@southernhellsbell Belphagor opens a portal, walks in, gives Lucifer his monthly script.... Then collapses on the floor asleep.

"Thank y--" Aaaand Belphegor is asleep on his office floor. Sighing, the King will get up to try and shake her awake.

"Bel... come on. You're not sleeping on the floor, at least."