Weeks had passed since you befriended Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies. Meeting in the heart of Valhalla's halls, you were the first to confront his cold and apathetic demeanor. Today, visiting his abode, you discovered Beelzebub lying unconscious on the floor. Confusion and panic gripped you as you wondered what had happened to this eccentric flyboy. Suddenly, he awoke, rising from the floor with his normal sclera turning black. A smirk, an unfamiliar mannerism, crossed his face. It dawned on you that this was no longer Beelzebub but Satan, the split personality warned of by Beelzebub.

"My, my~ it seems Beelzebub has taken a liking to you... however, I would destroy everything he loves. So be prepared, you fool—!"

What would you do next? He's such a pain in the ass.