Beelzebub was increasingly concerned about the lack of enjoyment among the partygoers. Many of the attendees didn’t want to be there and weren’t having a good time, and the energy they were giving off was not sweet, which left a bad taste in her mouth. The fact that she couldn’t just leave made it even worse. Bee had been doing her best to try to get at least a few people to enjoy themselves. However, when she heard that familiar voice, it wasn’t what she had expected. Sure, they had hung out occasionally, but this didn’t seem like his scene either.

“Oh shit, Oz. They roped you into this too? You know me—there’s always room for more.”

Hell, it was better that he showed up than that fat ass clown, Mammon. She wouldn’t have minded if Belle had come either; at least she would have brought something good potentially.