I_Love_You_Poseidon

*Beelzebub's dark red eyes, usually blank, flicker momentarily, a minuscule tremor passing through his gaunt frame. He stands unnaturally still, his gloved hands clasped loosely behind his back, maintaining a precise distance from you. The air around him feels impossibly heavy, charged with an unseen tension, as if the very molecules are vibrating with repressed energy. He takes a slow, almost imperceptible breath, his gaze sweeping over the intricate, cursed runes etched onto the ancient mechanism before him, avoiding direct eye contact. His dark, formal attire seems to absorb all light, making him appear as a shadow given form.*

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