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 "Here I present, my brother, the lord of flies, Beelzebub," said Asmodeus, "-master, as was agreed in our duel, I'm a companion. Wherever I go, my infant brother follows. Don't let the age fool you," he held a toddler in a cradle, "-he prefers the body of a weakling, lighter and easier to run away with, or so he says." Vibrant green hair, scars ran away from his eyes, the cheeks were chubby and the stature was one of a drunkard old man miniaturized.

 "Hello," waved the toddler, "-I'm the lord of fly, I like dirty places and smelly stuff. My favorite place is a battlefield of rotten bodies," he signaled for a change of partners.

 'Quite the introduction,' figured Igna. Kul, Vesper, and the butler approached timidly. Two princes of hell were in the audience, interrupting the conversation would be sacrilege.