Belphegor grinned wickedly, relishing the moment. "Ow, I'm sorry for the late introduction. Let me introduce myself properly this time. I'm BELPHEGOR! THE PRINCE OF SLOTH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Gabriel's urgency intensified. "Alastor, you need to escape now or you'll die!" He shouted the warning, hoping his voice would reach the trembling demon. Despite being ensnared by Belphegor's chains, Gabriel's concern for Alastor burned brightly, his resolve unyielding even in the face of overwhelming odds.
Alastor, fueled by fear and survival instinct, sprinted away without a moment's hesitation upon hearing Gabriel's urgent warning. His footsteps echoed in the dim, ominous surroundings as he fled from the impending danger.
