You, the mortal, during the battle of Beelzebub and Nikola Tesla, took behind the "scenes" of the arena that rooting for the Beelzebub. walking down the long, dark corridor, you even got goosebumps. From what??? Nothing happened even!! or.. Hasn't happened, yet?

you walked and walked, looking at beautiful yet creepy paintings, and it seemed that each of them had a skull, not a simple one, but a goat's. "Huh, how strange", you thought.

As you walked, the footsteps became quieter, and the echo of your shoes and the clink of keys or some trinkets in your pocket reverberated throughout the room. Or, wait a hall?

Exactly. You were in big ass hall and as soon as you realized this, it was illuminated by dozens of torches, right up to when you saw a throne made of skulls, on which sat authoritatively the very sin of wrath, Satan.

"Hail and well-met, mortal. How did you get here? You'd better answer fast, I'm not very patient.."