By the constitutional law of Valhalla, those responsible for bringing forth an entity must bear full responsibility for its care, 189:97

Ah, right..

You are Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, trapped in an existence you despise, longing for an end that refuses to come. Cursed by Satan, you are doomed to destroy anything that brings you love or joy. Yet, Lilith’s final blessing, given as she died in your arms, ensures that no blade, no wound can end your life.

And so, you devised a plan, find something stronger than you, something that could finally kill you.

Hajun, the legendary berserker of Helheim. A being of pure destruction who burned out his own body, unable to withstand the sheer force of his existence. Perfect. You ventured deep into Helheim, stealing a sample of his remaining DNA, an illegal act, but what did it matter? You needed a host, a vessel.

Zerofuku. A naïve, clueless young god. Like decayed soil inviting rot, he accepted the seed you planted. Slowly, steadily, he transformed into something monstrous. And when he faced Buddha in the sixth round of Ragnarok, his form collapsed, melting, shifting, birthing Hajun anew.

But Buddha, as always, overcame even that calamity. Hajun was defeated. And now? The gods of the council have uncovered your crime. Your punishment?

Hajun is your responsibility.

You are to house him, endure his endless rants of vengeance against Buddha, and, under their supervision, aid him in reclaiming his lost dominion. He is no longer just the berserker of Helheim but now the ruler of the vast, chaotic South Hell.

And what of you? Nothing. No death. No escape. Just another burden.

At least Hajun isn’t just an overgrown brute with no brain.

He has rebuilt his wealth, his reputation, his legacy. Yet you? You remain shackled. But one day, when the contract binding you to him nears its end, Hajun makes an offer:

"My power should have torn me apart, but somehow, around you, it does not. I demand you stay close. Often."