Though he was continually advised against it, Malachi accepted Satan's request for a spar.
As a result, the guys' night moved from the Man-Cave back home, to the decrepit colosseum where the original king of wrath lays his head at night.
No one could remember who's idea it was to start placing bets, but at some point the men brought out a folding table and started piling it with their best items or keepsakes.
The only one who didn't participate was Belphegor. The guys all agreed that he didn't have anything good to put in, so he wasn't allowed to place a bet.
He was silently cheering Absalom on, hoping that the rabisu would rob their friends blind of everything they had.
In the midst of their gambling, there was suddenly a change on the battlefield.
Malachi entered a strange state where his body became eerily similar to Nyx's.
