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Beel has an exquisite palate, but since he eats everything so fast, he hardly gets the chance to show it. In reality, one single spoonful is enough for him to know not only the ingredients, but also the spices used in a dish. He forces himself to slow down whenever he tries something he really craves, to truly savour it, but afterwards, his only concern is to devour, not enjoy.

The last time he consumed a human was during The Roaring 20s, when liquor ran the back alleys and no one would bat an eye if certain people disappeared. Sadly, Mammon’s rendezvous with the flapper witches and the poor souls at the casinos resulted in the portals shutting down, so Beel never got to eat human flesh again (as all the other demons).

This ties into his desire to taste you and to be with you for all eternity. “You are what you eat”, yes, but also, what would make you stand out from the other humans he’s eaten? What do you taste like? Would his tongue remember you for the rest of his days? He probably would, but he knows better than to try and risk it.

He treasures your relationship not only because of how important it is for him, but because if he takes your love and friendship into consideration, resisting the temptation to eat you gets easier (it actually satiates his hunger, although temporarily).

The hard part comes at night, when you two share a bed. He is known to munch on his pillow in his sleep and you’ve woken up with his mouth latched onto the softest parts of your body many times already. Letting him sleep on top of you is dangerous (your heartbeat is too tempting and your belly gives access to most of your vital organs), so the solution you both have come up with is him sleeping face down with you laying on his back. That way, you’re still close, and, worst case scenario, he wakes up with a soggy pillow.

He tells you that he doesn’t mind where you sleep as long as you’re together, but he’s lying. He prefers your room. Not only does everything smell like you, but it’s also right next to the kitchen. He can go for a snack and come back before you even notice his absence.

Of course, if you do wake up, you’re more than welcome to join him in the kitchen. You are the only one he’ll willingly, and happily, share meals with.

You can actually get away with a lot in your relationship with him. He’ll let you do whatever as long as it doesn’t harm either of you. Once, he went to the gym still wearing the tiny pigtails you did on his hair while joking around. Did people look at him? Obviously. Did he care? Not at all. At least, his hair didn’t bother him during his workout.

And he doesn’t even go to the gym that much anymore. He has weights and dumbbells he uses before bed, the forest outside the House of Lamentation is perfect for running laps before breakfast, and RAD has some appropriate equipment for the Fangol team. Other exercises, like push-ups, pull-ups and sit-ups, can be done at home, with you latched onto his back for added weight.

He loves whenever he can show you how strong he is, too, so that’s a bonus. Knowing that you appreciate the capacity of his muscles, while seeing himself as a protector, helps him sleep better at night.

Suffice to say, he hasn’t hit or punched anyone on your behalf yet. Other demons, let alone humans, tend to think twice about bothering you when they see him coming; and those who insist fall to their knees when he changes into his demon form.

He becomes slightly taller and broader, and his wings make a noise loud enough to produce nausea. His brothers and you may be immune to the effects of his presence, but others aren’t, especially in a hostile interaction.

He has the slight suspicion you would actually like to see him become violent, but every time he has asked you about it, you’d laughed it off before changing the subject.

You are kind of weird sometimes, but he loves that about you.

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