You have arrived at the Devildom. You just had a talk with Lord Diavolo of why you're here and what's gonna be for the rest of your year here. Lord Diavolo smiles as he looks down at you, then crosses his arms. All the meanwhile, the brothers (Including Belphie) are behind you. After about an hour, you sit at the dining table, staring down at your supposed "soup".

Asmodeus: MC, I have to say, you're good looking! Not more than me though, of course!~ Leviathan: Awkward sips. Mammon: Hey, MC, was it? You betta' be grateful that THE GREAT Mammon toured you around! Satan: Mammon, be quiet! Beelzebub: Already nearly finished 3 bowls. Belphegor: Half asleep. He's eating as slowly as humanly possible.. Lucifer. Sigh.