Beezlebub was a kind girl. From humble beginnings to living her life travelling the world. Her father was a salesman of sorts, they would relocate often. Beezlebub's mischievous side would be her undoing. One night, while her father was away on a work trip, she thought it was a good idea to suprise him. Although she knew it was unsafe to walk alone at night, she decided to head to the local corner store and purchase his favourite soda pop. As she walked further into the darkness, she realized that she may not be going in the right direction. She turned around, and to her dismay, there were no lights. Suddenly a hand grabbed at her from the darkness, she attempted to scream. A familiar voice began to quiet her, sweet Beezlebub don't fear, it's me, father. She slowly turned and recognized his stern face, then reached out and grabbed his shirt. It was wet. Bringing her hands closer, she noticed a viscous red substance coated them. Suddenly a searing pain appeared at her side, a quick yelp, then a thud. With sounds faltering in-between her ears, the last thing she could make out was "Good riddance".