Large red ribbon tied across Beelzebub's white collar. He looked at his mother who entered the room. Seeing how his eyes still looked away from her, she raised her to cue the rest of the servant to leave before quickly walking toward her dearest son.
"Honey, are you still angry?" His mother asked.
Beelzebub didn't looked at his mother and pulled his white socks in silence. It was not only anger that he felt for being slapped across the cheeks but also disappointment to his mother who had only watched from afar without helping him or stopping his father.
As always, his father was the King, the person who ruled the house on his decisions. It was difficult to go against his choice as he would have to face consequences. His mother, being the queen of the house should be able to provide him some protection but she didn't.
Beelzebub looked at her and looked away again.
