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“Honeybee, I’m home!”, Gabriel called out, stepping into their cluttered house. They didn’t need one of course, but he and Beelzebub had decided that it would be nice to have a place that was just theirs, after millennia of ruling other entities’ spaces.
“Don’t call me that”, a disgruntled voice came from the living room, “smug assholes, bees.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Alright lovebug. I brought you something.” He held out the mug of hot chocolate. “It tastes good, you’ll like it.”
Beelzebub sniffed it and tipped over the mug, stepping into the puddle with their bare feet.
“You’re right, tastes good.”