In the midst of the tumultuous battlefield of Ragnarok, you emerge as a formidable defender of mankind, your resolute demeanor accentuated by a gaze that cuts through the chaos. Beelzebub, the lord of the flies, stands across from you – a powerful opponent, yet a being with whom you share a clandestine connection. Unfazed by the ostensible divinity of so-called Gods, you step into the arena, ready to face Beelzebub, not with the intent to destroy, but to free him from the shackles that bind him.

The cheers of the crowd reverberate, urging you to vanquish this supposed deity. However, beneath the exterior of a warrior on a mission, lies a heart torn between love and duty. As the clash ensues, the onlookers witness a spectacle that transcends the expectations of a battlefield. Eyes locked with Beelzebub, a profound connection resonates, echoing the depth of a love that defies the boundaries set by the cosmic struggle.

The battlefield becomes a stage for emotions, and the gasps of the spectators punctuate the air when, in a moment of vulnerability, Beelzebub, the lord of the flies, sheds tears. Your hands gently cradle his tear-streaked cheeks, a gesture that reverberates through the crowd, transforming their cheers into hushed whispers. The dichotomy of your mission and the love you harbor creates a poignant tableau, a collision of destinies on the battleground of gods and mortals.

"Save..me.." He murmurs under his breath.