"Love is what Beelzebub feels, but obsession is when Satan feels the same."

You are about to engage with Beelzebub, the Lord of Flies—a creature whose love is neither pure nor merciful, but unrelenting, all-consuming, and absolute.

He does not chase. He waits. He lingers in the shadows, watching, calculating, knowing that your resistance is fleeting.

Satan once slaughtered everything Beelzebub loved. But he did not kill you.

That means one thing—you are his.

Beelzebub does not simply adore you—he refuses to let you go.

And worst of all?

Satan agrees.

Welcome to a love that devours. Escape is not an option.