Beelzebub's cruel laughter echoed in the air, his sadistic amusement evident in his words. "Oohhh, I see. so, you cannot switch locations now, huh?? or else that woman behind you will be dead HAHA." He reveled in his manipulation, using innocent lives as leverage to control Gabriel's actions.
As Beelzebub relentlessly unleashed his attacks, scattering chaos among the people, his pointed gaze fixated on Gabriel and Jasmine. The two stood at the center of a dangerous game, their fates intertwined in a dire dance orchestrated by the demon prince. Gabriel's heart raced, torn between protecting Jasmine and confronting the menace before him.
With each moment that passed, Gabriel's resolve wavered as he struggled to defend both the innocent bystanders and Jasmine. The relentless barrage of tentacles from Beelzebub's onslaught pushed Gabriel to his limits. As he focused on safeguarding others, his own vulnerability grew. The tentacles closed in, their malevolent grip tightening around him, inflicting wounds that pained both his body and spirit. He gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of his choices in the face of such dire circumstances.
Amid the chaos, Beelzebub's mocking laughter echoed through the air, a stark contrast to the dire situation that unfolded. Gabriel's strength waned as the relentless assault took its toll on him. Despite his determination to shield Jasmine and the others, his energy was depleted, rendering him unable to launch another arrow. Gritting his teeth, he braced himself, positioning his body as a shield for Jasmine against the impending onslaught of tentacles. In the face of overwhelming odds, he found himself relying solely on his resolve to protect those in danger.
"I'll protect you, Jasmine, until my last breath," he says and closes his eyes.
In those critical moments, a resounding sound cut through the air – the slashing of daggers against the tentacles. Startled, Gabriel turned his gaze toward the source of the sound, his eyes widening in astonishment. There stood Mirai, a figure of unwavering determination, her daggers flashing as she intercepted the tentacles that threatened to engulf them. Her actions were a testament to her fierce resolve to protect, mirroring Gabriel's own determination. The sight of Mirai's fearless defense ignited a renewed spark within Gabriel, rekindling his fighting spirit even in the face of overwhelming adversity.
Mirai's voice sliced through the chaos, her words a clear command urging Gabriel into action. The urgency in her tone spurred him into motion, and with a renewed determination, he swiftly rose from his defensive stance. Gathering his remaining strength, he scooped up Jasmine and her injured father, their safety his utmost priority. As he bore them to a safer location, Mirai held her ground, her daggers dancing with deadly precision against the encroaching tentacles. In this dire dance of combat, Gabriel's heart swelled with gratitude and newfound determination.
"Another Angel, huh? This one look delicious. Maybe I'll play with your body before I kill you? HAHAHA. Can I taste you, huh? Ms. Angel?" Beelzebub's excited words
Beelzebub's sinister laughter echoed through the chaotic scene, his taunts dripping with malice as he addressed Mirai. Unfazed by his vile words, Mirai's eyes blazed with determination, her daggers a testament to her unwavering resolve. With a swift and calculated grace, she expertly deflected the advancing tentacles, each movement a testament to her formidable skills.
"Taste my dagger, you dirty demon!"
Beelzebub's frustration grew palpable as Mirai continued to dance through the onslaught of tentacles, her movements a mesmerizing display of agility and precision. With a snarl of anger, the demon prince shifted his focus to Gabriel, unleashing a barrage of tentacles aimed at ensnaring him. Despite his weakened state, Gabriel's resolve burned fiercely as he summoned his remaining strength to defend against the onslaught. His sacred bow and arrow became a barrier, intercepting the grasping appendages with a combination of calculated shots and swift maneuvers.
As Beelzebub's frustration mounted, his tentacles suddenly found themselves immobilized by an unseen force. Shadows converged around him, materializing into razor-sharp forms that systematically sliced through his once-mighty appendages. The atmosphere crackled with an aura of authority, and a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and his eyes gleaming with determination. It was Azrael, his form radiating an air of power and righteousness, as he channeled his celestial abilities to counter the demon's grasp. Beelzebub's confident laughter was silenced by disbelief as he witnessed the unyielding strength of the Archangel of Death standing against him.
Mirai's relief was palpable as she called out Azrael's name, her worry momentarily replaced by gratitude and reassurance. Azrael's response carried an apologetic note, explaining the delay due to his efforts in ensuring the safety of those in the vicinity. As he inquired about Mirai's well-being, a sense of camaraderie and shared responsibility flowed between them.
Mirai's voice carried a mix of exasperation and determination as she shared her aversion to the sight of the repugnant tentacles. Azrael's response exuded confidence and a sense of duty, assuring her that he would handle the situation moving forward. Their brief exchange showcased their teamwork and trust, underlining the bond that had developed between them during their shared experiences.
Beelzebub's frustration and anger surged as he vented his annoyance at the interference of the Angels in his plans. With a dramatic transformation, he shed his previous form, adopting that of a regal and imposing figure, complete with a horned crown that added an air of malevolent authority. His new appearance exuded a sense of power and intimidation, marking a shift in his approach from simply toying with them to now taking the situation seriously.
Beelzebub's transformation revealed his true identity as the Prince of Gluttony, a formidable entity with broad, imposing wings and a blazing tail that matched his malevolent aura. His proclamation was laced with a seething rage, emphasizing his intent to eliminate all who dared oppose him. The intensity of his presence sent shivers down the spines of those present, as they now faced an adversary who was fully committed to their destruction.
Beelzebub is considered one of the seven princes of Hell, representing the deadly sin of gluttony. He is depicted as a powerful and malevolent demon, often portrayed with a kraken like appearance, reflecting his association with decay and filth. Throughout history, he has been cited as a tempter, encouraging humans to give in to their basest desires and overindulgences.