An epidemiologist laments 'Beelzebub', and takes the little that remains of her medicine, praying that what she is about to do will not send her to hell. (A possible senario, I dunno. Also it's a stupid songfic. Kinda. Check out mothy.) (Also the art isn't mine. It belongs to teabread, with me slightly editing it. If you're reading this, then... well, sorry that your work ended up here. Anyways, here's the source because I don't wanna get sued: https://teabread.tumblr.com/post/178338131997 .)