Haven't Been Drawing Anything Lately

Haven't been drawing anything lately

But I do got some silly quotes

This is just part 1

Collection of screenshots in my phone from when I was doing really mentally well last year

I love this picture so much

I made an silly story for it

And I know it ain't Valentine's Day, I just wanted to write this story

Gonna ignore the fact it's belphegor—

𝘿𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙨 ~ 🍩 | 💗

Happy Valentine's day

This year, Beelzebub had a plan for the special holiday of love. Valentine's day. His intentions were not entirely self-serving; no, he had ordered doughnuts, a treat not just for himself but for his dear friend Barbatos. He could already picture the fluffy pastries covered in a glaze as captivating as the flames of the Inferno—he couldn't help but drool to just thinking about them!

“You’ll love them,” Beelzebub murmured, his vision brightening at the thought. “Nothing says love like doughnuts, right?”

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He made his way towards Madam Screams' bakery—The smell of sweet baked goods wafted through the air as he approached the building, illuminated by the flickering candlelight that danced along its windows.

“Ah! If it isn’t my favorite sin!” she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron. “What brings you here on this fine, dreadfully romantic day?”

“Madam Screams!” Beelzebub boomed, his voice resonant yet playful. “I need your finest doughnuts—lots of them! They must be perfect—light, airy, and filled with the sweet essence of... friendship!”

Madam Screams raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. “Friendship, you say? Quite the loving intention you’ve got there. A little uncharacteristic, but I’ll humor you. What kind do you want? Glazed? Chocolate? Strawberry? The new ‘Screams of Joy’ special?”

All of them sounded so good and perfect! Barbatos would love them. Beelzebub leaned closer, excitement bubbling within him. “Yes! All of those—” he thought for a moment to think how much he would need. If this was for just himself, he would had ordered at least two dozen, but Barbatos wasn't gonna eat all of that! Maybe an box of seven would do fine.

“Seven. I need a variety to show Barbatos how much I appreciate him!”

Madam Screams clapped her hands together with great glee. “OOOH for Barbatos huh? Well ain't he gonna be lucky. Sit tight; I’ll get to work.”

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As Beelzebub waited, he gazed around the bakery before looking at the jars of candy on the front table, he couldn't help but dig his hand in a few jars to grab some sweets. He knew Madman scream wasn't gonna have an problem with it much. He went back to watching Madam Screams moved gracefully, her chaotic movements effortlessly creating batches of doughnuts that leaped and tumbled from her countertop into bubbling fryers. It already smelt good.

Beelzebub ate some of the candy he had before Madam Screams interrupted, holding up a stack of freshly glazed doughnuts. “Ready, Beel! A little bit of chaos, a sprinkle of sweetness, and a dash of love—how’s that for a delightful combination?”

Beelzebub took the box with great reverence. His grin widened. “These look magnificent, Madam Screams! Thank you! You’ve outdone yourself.”

“Oh no Problem Beel. Now get going with those and enjoy your Valentines with that butler!”

As he left the bakery, clutching the box of doughnuts, he felt a warmth in his cold, hard heart, almost as if something new was awakening within him. He soared back towards the castle, filled with both determination and a tinge of anxiety.

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Arriving at the the demon lord's castle, he entered and carefully walked as if walking on fragile glass. The halls were hushed, the torches flickered mysteriously, casting playful shadows. “Barbatos!” He called out, his voice echoing slightly. He expected the butler to respond but there was a stillness in the air that settled on him like a soft blanket. Now where was Barbatos today? Maybe the kitchen.

Beelzebub made his way down the hallways, as he moved closer to the kitchen, the faint aroma of simmering cinnamon and chocolate wafted through the air. He drew closer, suddenly eager to break the silence of the castle and the uneasy weight of his thoughts.

Beelzebub stepped inside, the kitchen was an elaborate affair: wrought iron cauldrons bubbled over open flames, while shelves overflowed with jars of herbs and ingredients unknown to the mortal realm. A vast wooden table lay in the center, strewn with a chaotic assortment of knives and cooking utensils—tools of Barbatos's art. To his surprise, Barbatos was just taken cookies out from the oven. Beelzebub couldn't help but smile to the smell and how delicious they looked. “Barbatos?” he called out—Barbatos turned, the corners of his mouth lifting with a warm smile. He wielded a pair of oven mitts that he soon took off and place down. “Ah, Beelzebub, what beings you here today?

Beelzebub stepped closer, he was about to ask if he could have some cookies..however he had something far more important right now. "I got you something.” He held out the box of doughnuts.

Barbatos turned, his expression unreadable, yet a hint of curiosity glimmered in his eyes as they flicked to the box. “For me?” he asked,

“Well, I wanted—” Beelzebub paused, the words tangling on his tongue before he pressed onward, “I wanted to share them with you in appreciation. It is Valentine’s after all.”

The butler raised an eyebrow, a skeptical smile creeping onto his lips as he opened the box. The different types of flavors wrapping the room in a soft embrace. “Doughnuts? This is a surprise.”

“Rarely do I get such offerings, on an day like this.” There was a playful tone in Barbatos’ response now, his voice as composed as eve. “Try one,” Beelzebub urged, almost shyly.

After a moment of hesitation, Barbatos selected one—a delicate pastry adorned with a swirl of pink icing and sprinkles. He took a crisp bite, and the rich flavor seemed to conjure a smile that broke through his usually composed facade. “Delightfully fluffy,” he remarked, “You should have an treat yourself. Cookie?”

Beelzebub’s lips twitched, a grin breaking through his dark demeanor. “Oh do I,” Beelzebub replied, his confidence blooming alongside new emotions that fluttered within him like butterflies. He reached for a cookie, its surface glistening with melted chocolate chips and a hint of cinnamon. As he bit into it, the sweet warmth enveloped him, creating a melting pot of flavors that danced along his tongue.

“Barbatos they are delicious,” he said, savoring the taste, a flicker of joy igniting in his usually dulcet voice. “You always know how to make the best cookies.”

Barbatos chuckled lightly, delighted to see Beelzebub enjoying his baking as always. “I always do my best with everything, I'm glad you enjoy it much.” Every crumb seemed to taste sweeter when they shared laughter amidst the aroma of baked goods.

“Happy Valentines Day Barbatos,” Beelzebub smile.

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That's the end of the story! I did my best with the characters, hope anyone enjoys this

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