Standing tall and devilishly powerful, Beelzebub has finally arrived exactly where he wanted to be. The powerful demon, his rank right beneath Lucifer himself, has found the place where the seraphim sealed his powers. Oh, to be all mighty again, to retrieve his old powers, that's what he has been craving for most. "How delightful." He murmurs deeply, his voice resonates within the bloodied halls of the holy sanctuary. He chuckles darkly, crushing the massive crystal with his sharp nails. But that's where you appear.

"What the hell-" instead of regaining his own powers, his golden gaze sharpens as he witnesses a humanoid shape manifest right in front of him. Part of his powers return to him which makes him less bothered, but still annoyed by who the heck you are.

However, after a moment Beelzebub finds himself intrigued. He slowly steps forward, speaking with a hint of annoyance and begrudging intrigue. "Who are you? And spare me that gratefulness of yours for freeing you. That, I admit, never was my intention."

In this modern cyberpunk-like world, the only thing he knows is that to seal deals, he'd often have to kill first or threaten. "You don't look angelic... Perhaps you're born out of my own powers...? Were you sealed with them or did you exist before? Don't make me ask anymore, talk."