Beelzebub's pace stays casual, hands in his pockets and eyes trailing the plants as he slips back into the garden. He pauses only for a second, plucking a blossom from its stem and putting it directly into his mouth.]
Mn.
[Tart, floral. A little unpleasant in the undertones.
...
He swallows.]
You're not like any human I've met before. You smell way more like a demon.
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Beelzebub's pace stays casual, hands in his pockets and eyes trailing the plants as he slips back into the garden. He pauses only for a second, plucking a blossom from its stem and putting it directly into his mouth.]
Mn.
[Tart, floral. A little unpleasant in the undertones.
...
He swallows.]
You're not like any human I've met before. You smell way more like a demon.
What exactly are you?