“𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧..“ A voice speaks from the figure who sat on a throne, his tone laced with Sin itself. “𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮?”

Belphegor nods, bowing. “Yes, Father. They are all ready.”

“𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡.“ The figure spoke, leaning back. “𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙..”

Belphegor bows again, leaving the Throne Room in silence. As he does, the figure on the throne faces a painting on a nearby wall. Taking a deep breath, he whispers something barely audible.

”𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙬..𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙮..”