Depth of Voracity

Scheme after Scheme

"Although I have a proposition to relieve the issue even if it's temporary, the price may be unacceptable" Mammon clears their throat

"State your price" Bismarck crosses her arms

"Determined, daring, and fearless. Hah! My favorite kind of client" Mammon lightly nods

"..." Tirpitz glances at Mammon

"You must determine which one is my lie, and I will gladly provide a discount. How does ten percent sound?"

"Ugh...it's hard to tell whether you're being serious or annoying sometimes"

The Empress massages her glabella and deeply groans while Mammon is "innocently" grinning while keeping their gaze at a visibly displeased and annoyed Bismarck.

Two hours later...

Tirpitz locks herself in her room. She sits at the side of the bed, her thoughts hazy and disorganized. Her vision is swaying, and her body temperature has significantly increased.

"I know you're there, watching me closely. You're delighted to see me struggle like a wolf waiting for their prey to tire out...Beelzebub"

Tirpitz weakly scoffs as sweat rolls down her cheek. Her stoic and gentle icy blue eyes stare at the mirror in front of her.

[Indeed. I'm enjoying the futility of your struggle. No matter what you do, I will benefit from it. Nothing and no one escapes my jaws]

In the blink of an eye, Tirpitz's consciousness is pulled at the deepest corner of her mind. There, Beelzebub casually lounges at a shallow water littered with carcasses and bones of various creatures. It's a shallow watery grave and leftovers of Beelzebub's feast.

[Prey like you will end up falling back to my platter in the end. That's how you humans are]

"You're growing confident" Tirpitz narrows her eyes

[I feed endlessly. My desires know no bounds, Tirpitz. It's my very being!]

"..."

A flicker of surprise passes by Tirpitz when she lifts her head and widens her eyes for a moment. It's subtle, but she notices how Beelzebub goes from calling her a brat and among other insults to calmly referring by her name.

"Unchecked desires lead to self-destruction. It's why you were tricked into eating me"

[I admit that it's a bad habit of mine, but you...you fear it, didn't you? You're afraid, Tirpitz. You're afraid that I will rob you more than a free life]

"..." Tirpitz crosses her arms

[You crave connection, bond, and warmth. You're human after all...so it's natural to avoid loneliness What if I take that from you? I can just hollow you out, wear your skin like it's my own, and big sister Bismarck won't find out until I sink my teeth on her]

Beelzebub bends down and lowers their head until all of their eyes with a pair of irises and pupils in each eye stare at Tirpitz. They snort, letting out a white steamy air that reeks of rotting corpses left in the sun and moist for too long.

"Then why don't you do it? You took control of my body several times already. No, it's because you're preparing Bismarck as your next meal. You love the flavor of human emotions. The stronger the emotions, the more exquisite they are to you" Tirpitz takes a step forward

[I suppose you would have guessed that once I'm done eating Bismarck, I'd discard you and go to the next meal]

"..."

[...But where's the flavor in that? I wish to enjoy myself and my meal. Well, this is probably Asmodeus's hedonism rubbing on me] Beelzebub scratches their chin