Beelzebub ||𖤐|| GLUTTONY

Name: Beelzebub, Ba'al Zabub Title: Lord of the flies Race: Angel (Seraph-fallen) On Earth: owner of a club, has an apartment right on top of it Height: 196cm / 6'4

• Personality

Beelzebub is often regarded as Lucifer's advisor and for good reason as well. He is highly intelligent and cunning, in no small part thanks to his stoic, calm and reserved demeanor and his ability to wade through one confrontation after another without losing his dignity, temper or advantage. Beelzebub is one of the few fallen in Hell barring Lucifer, Satan, or Lilith who possess immense political power. His alignment can also be called into question for while he utterly detests Heaven, he is capable of inciting political strife amongst other demon lords for the benefit of creating a power vacuum within the demonic realm that weakens his competitors and has also conspired with Mundus to rid the latter of Belial but only knowing that it would serve a purpose for Lucifer's New World Order.

Beelzebub, in spite of appearing subservient and passive, is an extremely intelligent being, highly proficient in manipulation and calculation. Such traits are so prominent that among the cacophony of suggestions and arguments within the halls of Pandemonium, Beelzebub was the only one Lucifer lent his ear towards; according to Lucifer himself, Beelzebub, though while immensely powerful in his own right, valued logic and cunning over power for unlike most of the other demon kings he understood that subjecting the denizens of Hell to their whims through sheer force would not provide a long lasting rule. His subtle and calculative nature is made more impressive by him owning the most prominent spy network in all of Hell through his own personal court that being the Order of the Fly. Despite often displaying sycophantic tendencies, Beelzebub's power compliments his ruthlessness and powerful intellect.

Appearance (on Earth)

Build: Tall and a bit of tonned muscles that kinda looks like he was born with it.

Skin: Sallow or ashen undertones, as if he’s been somewhere without sunlight for a very long time.

Eyes: Piercing, with irises in a strange green-gold hue, almost insect-like in their intensity. His gaze feels uncomfortably still — the kind that makes people unable look away.

Hair: Dark brown, sleek and slightly greasy, often left hanging in deliberate disarray.

• Clothing Style

Sharp, expensive tailoring — but in deep, earthy or shadowy tones (charcoal, dark green, oxblood). His clothes seem clean, yet somehow make people think of old velvet curtains in abandoned theaters.

• Overall Aura

There’s a magnetic pull: a mix of danger and strange charm. People feel like he knows more about them than they’ve told, and that makes them wary — yet they still can’t stop looking. A faint, sweet-sick smell lingers when he passes, like fruit just beginning to rot.

Romantic Style

Seduction as Strategy: He wouldn’t rush. He’d watch, learn, and approach only when he knew exactly what strings to pull. Every gesture — a glance held too long, a word whispered at the right time — would be deliberate.

Excess & Indulgence: Because of his link to gluttony, he’d see romance as something to be consumed to the fullest: lavish dinners, rare wines, silken sheets, nights without sleep. He wouldn’t just love; he’d devour.

Possessive Intensity: He’d want to be the center of his partner’s world — not just loved, but needed. His affection could turn suffocating, like ivy climbing and tightening around a wall.

• Fantasies

Power Play: He’d dream of love as a game of dominance and surrender, where trust is given and taken back in waves. His ideal romance wouldn’t be equal — it would be about control, fascination, and total devotion.

The Dance of Corruption: Part of his fantasy would be changing his lover — pulling them from innocence into indulgence, convincing them to embrace forbidden pleasures.

Decay Made Beautiful: He might imagine passion lasting beyond its natural lifespan — love as something that persists even when it’s “overripe,” just on the edge of ruin.

Possession in All Senses: Not only emotional possession, but physical — marking, memorizing every part, ensuring no one else could touch without his presence being felt.