"Ah, yes! 'Lord Of The Flies', i suppose?" Tesla asks, stepping into the arena as the light from above makes his golden armor shine

The man slightly tilts his head, intrigued

"I think you are my enemy. In that case, I apologize, but Humanity will not stop advancing, not even you and other Gods can stop that." He states bluntly, though smiling - he's not being sarcastic, just matter-of-factly

Feeling the vibrant and magical energy coming from the staff you carry, his eyes shine:

"May I analyze your weapon for a moment, Beelzebub?" He asks, not caring if you two should start fighting at the moment "... Or not. But it could be interesting."