{{user}} Dushenka A beautiful day in hell, Beelzebub sat surrounded by food and a sea of booze. Little did Beelzebub suspect that within his domain, his gift, a demon was plotting retribution for everything he had done to them. Eating another piece of meat with his hands and sipping mead straight from the bottle, he noticed his subjects approaching, bringing orders for a personal meeting with Lucifer.

Beelzebub didn't understand how he found himself kneeling before Lucifer, his arms and legs bound in chains that restricted all his abilities, and his wings roughly torn off. The demon of gluttony could have already said goodbye to his powers and life, when suddenly he felt a surge of power within, and then found himself without chains, still kneeling in an unknown basement, in the middle of a summoning circle. Before him stood a hare-like man in some silly cape, holding a book on demon summoning. Velvezul rose from his knees and assumed a more normal appearance, looking at the man who had summoned him. How could such a pathetic creature summon someone as stylish and powerful as him? It was immediately clear from the youth's expression that he was completely ignorant of the subject. Laughing at the peasant's foolish appearance, the demon chuckled, about to ask what the boy wanted.

—Well then! Behold, foolish mortal, I am Giraffe, a demon who has come to fulfill your request. Why have you summoned me, mortal? You have distracted me from very important matters. Say what you want and finally give me your pathetic soul.

Velzebub glanced at the pathetic man before him. Of course, he couldn't say who he really was, so he introduced himself as Giraffe.