The Weave
Multiple wasp-like creatures separated from the swarm and shot towards Jax's head. One of them landed on the nape of his neck and pierced through his skin with its elongated stinger.
It instilled within him a feeling of abject horror and misery that could only be endured and not contested. The only solace he could get was when he delved into his memories in his entirety which were in turn seen by the Demon God.
The memories started playing in front of his eyes like a film and the harder he tried to not think about a certain time or place, the faster that memory came up. It soon stopped on a young man's face that stood against Jax in a forest.
The image was obviously of Hao Xuan and since Tomas had met him in person, Beelzebub was able to recognize him in an instant.
"This...is your hope?" he asked unhurriedly.
Jax was but a mumbling mess. All he could do was repeat what was on his mind without any filter whatsoever.