You want to what?" Beelzebub asks in his military bunker on the outskirts of Pandemonium, where the practice fields and armory are, near the marshy lowlands of Lethe and the Plains of Asphodel. He smooths his handkerchief at his waist coast, dressed in an expensive Gucci suit that is a century out of style, tail coats and all. His spider half is gone, replaced by lithe, muscled legs. Still, six eyes like medium sized rubies are above his main garnet peepers like a crown.
Samael smiles like a madman. "You heard her, Beel."
