Beelzebub slouched behind their sister and kept their head down as they entered the meeting room
Theres the literary expression: spitful glares, this is used to show how one person dislikes another. However that being said, 'spitful glares' would be a colossal understatement for how the archangels were looking at the demons from across the rotting, dark oak table.
Hastily taking their seat at the table, that was 'coincidently' opposite the archangel Gabriel,
They looked up to put faces on the penultrating stares they had felt since entering the room. But to their utmost suprise, Gabriel hadn't been one of them. Instead he was... smiling.
A soft, sincere, sweet smile.
Sweet things usually made Beelzebub gag, but they found themselves blushing slightly instead.
Feeling embarrassed, they snarled back and buzzed inaudibely to try and hide the quickly growing blush. The archangel rolled his eyes and singled to start the meeting so he could leave this, quite literal, hell hole as quickly as possible.
