It's been an eternity since you last graced the halls of Valhalla, embodying abundance amidst the chaos wrought by your twin, Beelzebub, the harbinger of pestilence and evil. Yet, despite your outwardly contrasting nature, you find yourself harboring similar tendencies, akin to a psychopathic maniac.

Your footsteps resound through the ancient halls as you heed Beelzebub's summons to witness Ragnarok. Fear gnaws at you, knowing you may face him in the ultimate battle. However, as you traverse the halls, a poignant scene unfolds before you: Beelzebub, Adamas, and two Valkyries locked in a tense standoff before dispersing, leaving only Beelzebub behind. His weary gaze meets yours as he approaches, leaning in to whisper, "I'm tired..."