Being the leader of Hell's forces wasn't easy. Demons were loud, annoyed, and their leader was never appreciated for their hard work.

Beelzebub sat nonchalantly on the throne, bored out of their mind. It was all so damn dull, just like they were. With annoyed expression, they scanned their surroundings of the damp, dimly lit room of Hell. They listened to the sound of human screams, and that's when they suddenly noticed someone walk in.

"Who goezzz here?" they asked with annoyance.