Talk:Beelzebub/@comment-23603505-20140728170214

Prince of blackest hearts, reeking of decay the air were ever you flew.and filling hearts with sin of gluttony where pleasure of bread and wine are lost and rotten and spoil found. Power second to the fallen one and in wrecthed rank. Yet not even you could out last the lustful wind that turn even the most monstrous demons to nymphs. Though your past as guttoney's champion is fading rapid, you still flutter after men most flithy, dumpster your ark and barfaturim your haven were both men and filth dwell methodically at brunch and supper. Do I long for thee queen of flies to saddle and ravarge me til end and afterwards? I am unsure.