Marco's perspective.
< Hah > Marco breathe out heavily.
Where am I?.
The room it so bright, I can't see a thing clearly, Am I back?.
* Marco's eyes then slowly get used to the light above him and it was a lantern with orange color; hanging on the ceiling.
{ My word is not coming out, is there a problem in my voice? }
Marco put his right hand on this throat and feel his adam's apple.
{ there's nothing wrong, is it because this body was set aside for a while? }
Marco gather some strength on his hands and pushed himself up the bed. He then looked at himself and there's a cloth covering him above his knees.
{ Where am I exactly? }
He then looked around the room and it was bright and soothing to his eyes; white clean walls and a stool with a vase of flowers on top of it.
{ Blue roses?, How beautiful }
Marco thought and smile while he stares at it.
" Marco? ".
" Test mic, test mic hello?!".
" Don't push yourself hey!".
{ Those voices, it's from Asmodeus, Belphegor and Beelzebub, How can I hear their words? }
" at first you're body was so fragile that it cannot hold conversations like this ". Asmodeus stated.
" But thanks to me of course you made it his far, you really need to praise me after the upcoming war ". Belphegor stated with a prideful tone.
" Who would have thought that your consciousness is pretty?, there's a lot of good furnitures here ". Beelzi stated with excitement.