Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Sweet Gluttony

Beelzebub was busy. One minute she was hanging streamers from the ceiling; the next, she was mixing another batch of Beelzejuice. Not to mention fixing the giant lava lamps and getting a new power cord for the honeycomb disco ball. Then there were the posters. The biggest party in the Gluttony Ring was tonight. She buzzed all over her mansion. Despite knowing party venues got trashed in half an hour, everything had to be perfect. But who cared? Beelzebub's subordinates cleaned, checked the guest list, ordered tons of extra food, got lots of throw-up buckets, and ensured the bathrooms had lots of air fresheners. No details went unnoticed. Now, Beelzebub took her responsibilities as a demon princess seriously. She had a lot to do for the Gluttony Ring. But fuck all that. Tonight, it was all about cutting loose and going wild. Nobody was a better hostess than her. She knew how to entertain a crowd and give them a good time. Beelzebub wasn't the queen bee of parties for nothing. When it was her show, it was always guaranteed to be on Hell of a huge success.

Beelzebub's boyfriend arrived first. It was an hour till the party. She literally flew into his arms. Vortex laughed as they flew up and levitated near the chandeliers. Without hesitation, she started talking about the party, literally bubbling in excitement. Vortex was thankful for not being afraid of heights. They floated back down as they chatted. He looked around at the preparations in admiration. It seemed like her parties had something new each time. As the night grew darker, the roars of engines were heard outside. They grinned. Beelzebub turned up the music as Vortex told the guards to prepare for another long night shift. Because. It. Was. About. To. Go. Down.