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BREAKING NEWS: KING OF HELL & QUEEN OF GLUTTONY - ENGAGED???

LIVE WITH KATIE KILLJOY & TOM TRENCH!

"Well, Tom, it looks like Hell's biggest secret is a secret no more! We have eyewitness reports from Earth that the Queen of Gluttony, Beelzebub, has popped the question to Hell's Head Honcho, himself! Of course, most of our viewers have been aware of the are-they-aren't-they conversations going on about the very close relationship between the two Sins, but you can rest assured we're putting those rumors to rest tonight! Here are the reports from two sharp-sighted Hellhound witnesses!"

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"I swear, it was like somethin' outta a movie, bruh. Like, the two of 'em were sittin' at a table, right, in human disguise, 'cause like, obvs they couldn't be in Sin-mode. An' me and my pack were just up on Earth, chillin', sellin' a little bit of Hell's green weed out, y'know, the usual shit, when we see Beelzebub fuckin' get outta her seat and get on one knee! Like, dude, I couldn't believe my eyes! And then she pulled out a ring, and it was like the world stopped for a second. I didn't actually hear her pop the question, but, like, the entire restaurant broke out in cheers, man! It was sooooooo loud. I'm pretty sure they got like, two free desserts and an entree or whatever from the restaurant, which was super choice, but like, yeah! They're totally engaged now!"

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"It was so romantical!!!! And, seriously, good for Queen Bee, being the one to propose, like, yaaaas girl, get'cho man! She and Lucifer couldn't stop smiling the entire time, not even when the waiter tripped and almost dropped the duck-shaped dessert Bee ordered for him! I'm so happy for them!!!!"

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"Now all of Hell just has to wait for the official announcement from Pride and Gluttony! We should be expecting it very soon. Back to you, Tom."

[queenbeeibee]

I Don't Care What People Say-

That had always been Beelzebub's motto when dealing with the rumor mill. Whatever they had to say about her - and she knew there was always something to say - she never let herself care. What was the point, really? It wouldn't stop jabbering mouths from spreading the latest gossip: about how much (or how little) she was sleeping; about the clothes she preferred to wear; about her friendship with the other Sins...

About her engagement to Lucifer. There had always been talk about the two of them being too close, and for a while, talk was all there had been. But now, some idiot news anchor thought she knew best. Thought she could spread news that really wasn't even hers to tell the entire dimension of Hell. And while Bee had let so many things slide before, this was one thing she could not - would not - ignore. Which was why she was here, looking up through the window of a discrete Pride Town Car at the sign of NEWS STATION 666 STUDIOS - POWERED BY VOXTEK! Her driver, Jackson, pulled as close to the entrance as possible, his worried old eyes meeting Bee's through the rearview mirror. "Are you certain this is the best course of action, your Highness?"

"Mmm, probably not." She could admit that a large part of this was being done entirely on impulse, that she hadn't entirely thought her actions through. But it wasn't like Beelzebub could just wait for it to die down; after all, this effected far more than just her, or her Ring. This could hurt people she cared about. "But it's better than just sitting on my ass and hoping it all blows over."

"I suppose you are correct." The old Wolfhound rasped, his eyes never leaving the reflection of Bee's. "But do take care not to cause a scene, yes?"

"Me? Cause a scene?" Bee turned her nose up, sniffing dramatically. "When have you ever known me to cause a scene?"

"Two hours ago, your Highness."

Though Jackson had to admit that one hadn't been entirely Beelzebub's fault. While she was certainly at fault for throwing fifty banana peels into a group of Sinner demons who had tried chasing their car, the Sinners had started the altercation, so he was willing to bend the benefit of the doubt in the Fox-Sin's favor. The graying Hound carefully unclicked his safety belt and opened his door, moving swiftly and surreptitiously to do the same for Beelzebub. The Sin ducked her head as she climbed out of the car, though there was almost no chance of anyone recognizing her - in an attempt to keep alarm down, she had come to the studio in her human disguise, a blond haired, brown eyed young woman with multicolored streaks in her hair that matched Bee's own. The streaks seemed to move through the blond, slowly bubbling up and down, shifting in shade as they went, though they did so very slowly - if one wasn't paying attention, they never would notice. That didn't stop Jackson from pulling off his suit jacket to half-cover his employer's head as they hurried their way into the front doors of the studio, the elder Hound easily keeping pace with the young Queen.

Inside of Studio 666 was a madhouse of noise and bodies, Sinners moving to and fro, all with a sense of purpose that they seemed to think gave them the right to shove anyone out of their way. Jackson raised his lip at the unprofessionalism, both the Sinners' and his own - in order to keep from falling back, he had to tighten his arm around Beelzebub's shoulders, and though she whispered that it was no big, Jackson, c'mon, he still felt a certain sense of shame in needing to use his Queen as a balancing pole. "You are a Deadly Sin, my Queen, not a ballast. Though I don't quite know why I expected manners from former humans..."

"'Cause they're not all bad, Jackson. You know that. The one we're about to meet might be, though." Bee nodded her head just a bit to the left, her eyes narrowing as she took in sight of Katie Killjoy's blond head of hair. "C'mon, let's get through this mess. It's like walking through the Hive at high party time!"

"It certainly seems like it, yes." Though when it came to the Hive, Beelzebub was almost never in a human disguise. The weight of a Deadly Sin's known presence seemed to cut through crowds like a knife through butter, but they didn't have that luxury this time. The two of them waded through the hustle-and-bustle, occasionally shoving demons out of the way, themselves, until they managed to reach the Praying-Mantis News Anchor, who was filing her nails and looking rather pissed to be doing it. Her eyes drifted over to them as they got closer, and there was an audible creaking noise as her lips pulled down into a frown. "Uh, don't know if you know, sweeties, but this studio isn't open to the public. BEAT IT."

"...mmm, nah. I don't think we will." Bee took a step forward, glaring up at the demon before her. The brown of her eyes slowly faded into their normal pink and her fingertips slowly shifted into familiar claws. "See, I came here all the way from Gluttony to talk to your bitch ass about a certain news story you broke this morning. Y'know, the one about me and Lucifer?"

"....Beelzebub?" Katie could hear the tremor in her own voice, and she hated it. Fuck, was this really the Deadly Sin of Gluttony? "I'm so sorry! We- I-"

"Save it. I'm not here to listen to your platitudes, or deal with your excuses. I'm here to nip this little rumor mill you've started in the bud. Lucifer and I are NOT engaged. The shit your eyewitnesses saw was the two of us conning free meals out of humans for fun. Now, you're going to do a little TV special saying you were wrong about the entire thing, or I promise, you're gonna wish you had."

[queenbeeibee]

Sooooooooo "nothing going on with the King," huuuuuuh?

"...no comment."