"Nah, my name is Itsumi Mario... of course, it's me you fucking idiot." Astaroth scoffed with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest, "Mind telling me what the hell were you doing there?"
Ashton did not say anything. His gaze was tracing the green pastures around them. They weren't standing in his cell like before. The fields weren't cold, or full of misery and pain. It was warm... if heaven existed, it had to be this place... nothing else.
Ashton snapped back to the 'reality' and patted his body in every place, expecting to be in pain and his body filled with holes. But a pleasant breeze was the only thing he could feel as he finished checking his woundless body.
His eyes then landed on the Xyran once again. After seeing how full of beautiful features Beelzebub was, Ashton had more or less expected Astaroth to be quite good-looking as well. But Astaroth's handsomeness far exceeded his expectations.
