Beelzebub stared at the majestic feast in front of him with lustful eyes. I stood at the opposite end of the long tables, watching Beelzebub with gleeful eyes.
A few minutes later, he reached for the perfectly baked human, cutting into the skin with a large knife as he said, 'Take a seat, Náli.'
It wasn't a question so I silently went over to his right and sat down in one of the seats.
I reached out for the jar of blood wine when he said, 'You haven't tried a human, have you?'
'No,' I said as I poured the wine into a glass one of the demon waiters had placed in front of me as soon as I had taken a seat. I took a sip, sighing in pleasure as I continued, 'But I've heard they taste delicious.'
Beelzebub rolled his eyes, knowing that I was talking about him because he was the only one who had tried a human in all of Hell. Not even the demon king had tried it, but he did have a liking for human blood. In fact, it was tradition to drink human blood on special occasions and Samael was the one who had introduced it.
'What do you want, Náli?' Beelzebub's voice brought me back to why I had gone to such trouble of bringing him a human feast.