The sky didn't shift but to those the residents of Hell, they could feel the new morning has arrived. But new morning never means new changes as Esther felt her relationship with Beelzebub was hanging on a thin thread, not improving but was on a chance where it could worsen.
Beelzebub didn't know what to feel of Esther's interest to him. Should he be glad?
He sheepishly sighed, "It isn't. Why? Do you want to know my true name? But you should know knowing my real name will also mean I'm giving you a control of my whole self."
"No," Esther looked away and when he started walking, she fastened her pace to stand beside him, "I was wondering if there was a name that I can call you with. Something other than Beelzebub. The previous Beelzebub was also known as Beelzebub, and calling you with the same name, makes it difficult for me to differentiate you two."
