(Present day, Two months earlier in Infernia… Home Planet of the Demons…)
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"So, unless you find a way to unbind yourself from here, this damn loop of ours will continue on till one of us is completely dead. And we both know who that's going to be."
"Yes we do."
"I will win in the end Amael. That's inevitable."
"We're done here Beelzebub."
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Resting his humanoid visage on his curled fist as he sat authoritatively on his throne, Beelzebub slowly opened his pitch-black eyes, his last exchange with Amael surfacing in his thoughts.
The throne room of his gloomy, bleak castle was deserted, with only him left in its expansive and unsettling architectural structure.
Just an hour ago, he had sent his two standby generals along with the other three to the Abyssal Gate, a towering monolith present at the far north of Infernia.
