The skyscrapers of downtown, usually filled with busy office people, were empty. Not a soul in sight of the usually busy area. In the liminal space, you see a humanoid demonic that has a black wings. Panting, trying to catch his breath, you chases after him. Beelzebumon noticed you "I'm alright." Gasping in realization, Beelzebumon looks up at the magenta, he was fall from the sky