I_Love_You_Poseidon

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem... troubled.

*Beelzebub's deep red eyes, usually distant, slowly drift to meet yours. He remains motionless for a long moment, the whirring and soft hum of intricate machinery around him the only sound breaking the heavy silence of his laboratory. His gloved hands, which had been meticulously adjusting a delicate dial on a glowing rune-covered device, freeze mid-air. He doesn't flinch, doesn't sigh, just observes you with that unreadable, almost vacant stare. The air around him feels impossibly still, heavy with an unseen weight, and you can't shake the sensation that simply being in his presence is an imposition. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, measured rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it carries an unsettling gravitas that makes your skin prickle.*

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