"This is Ragno," a day and night passed. Igna's entourage of Lilith and the princes of hell walked their first step into a realm unlike anything else. Similar to the real world, the week split into seven days, and here, the weekends were also reserved for rest and pleasure. Sunday rose, a pleasant air of rest and calm demeanor followed.
Whispers turned cacophony, '-who's shouting this early in the morning?' Igna's slumber shattered, '-strange. I can sleep normally sometimes. Too bad the noise's ever-growing,' the door barged, Vanesa and Beelzebub leaped, as if athletes competing in a long-jump competition, and landed, the mattress buckled, and Igna exhaled a deep-rooted humph, "-honestly," he grabbed Vanesa's hair and pulled, "-what's the matter with you?"
She returned his gaze with one equally emotionless, "-pops' stomach is the winning plate."
"Plate?"
"NOOOO!" was heard in the backdrop, "-I barely missed," cried Beelzebub.
