10. Challanger

Beelzebub lounged on her throne, sipping wine from a goblet as the sounds of the party filled the great hall. Hellhounds and other demons reveled in the chaos, and the air was thick with the smell of indulgence and sin. Beelzebub's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she surveyed the scene. However, her moment of peace was interrupted when the grand doors of her mansion were thrown open with a loud bang.

A figure stood in the doorway, pointing a finger directly at Beelzebub. "I challenge you to a fight! Justice will show you the error of your ways!"

The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the intruder. Beelzebub leaned forward, her interest piqued. The demon before her was Justice, known for her unwavering sense of right and wrong, despite being a denizen of Hell. Her silver-white hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and she wore a black suit jacket draped over her shoulders, a red shirt, and fingerless gloves. Her eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, stared unblinkingly at Beelzebub.

Beelzebub raised an eyebrow and set down her goblet.

Justice started to think loudly in front of one she just challenged. "Huh? Was that entrance not flashy enough?" she asked herself

Beelzebub started to pondered over the question. "Well, you did bang the door perfectly," Beelzebub continued, now standing next to Justice, both of them considering the entrance.

Justice nodded. "Yeah, I don't know why it wasn't more impactful."

They stood in silence for a moment, like old friends reminiscing. "So, want to try it again?" Beelzebub suggested.

Justice closed the door behind her and banged it open again with more vigor. "I AM HERE!"

Beelzebub and Cerberus, who had been watching nearby, started to clap. "Bravo, bravo," Beelzebub said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "So, what was that about the duel?"

Justice straightened up, her expression serious. "I demand a duel for justice. You've done many bad things, and I am here to make you pay."

Beelzebub's smile widened. This sinner was proving to be quite entertaining. "Okay, but if it's a duel, what is the price?"

"Everything," Justice replied without hesitation.

Beelzebub's eyes sparkled with delight at the gamble. "Hehehe, I accept." She stretched out her hand, and Justice shook it, solidifying the contract.

The duel began. Justice moved with surprising speed and strength, her attacks precise and unyielding. Beelzebub was taken aback but quickly adjusted, countering Justice's blows with her own. The battle was fierce, with both combatants pushing themselves to their limits.

"You're strong, I'll give you that," Beelzebub said, blocking a particularly powerful strike. "But do you know what you're fighting? You're facing one of the very definitions of sin."

With a swift movement, Beelzebub grabbed Justice by the neck and lifted her off the ground. Justice struggled, but Beelzebub's grip was like iron. "I won. You lost," Beelzebub declared, throwing Justice to the ground.

Justice gasped for air, her body aching from the battle. "I lost. So, what will you do with me?"

Beelzebub's smile was cold and predatory. "Well, it is everything, so I take your soul. You are mine."

Justice's heart sank, expecting centuries of punishment for her audacity. "But don't get your hopes up. You still get to be punished." Beelzebub snapped her fingers, and Justice felt a strange sensation wash over her.

"I can't see anything!" Justice cried out, her hands reaching for her eyes.

"Well, of course. Your punishment is that you will be forever blind. Let's see how your justice fares now," Beelzebub said with a cruel laugh.

Justice fell to her knees, her world plunged into darkness. She realized the full extent of Beelzebub's madness and cruelty. This wasn't just a punishment. For her it was just a twisted game for her it was not only on food and drink but on the suffering and despair of others.

Beelzebub watched with a satisfied smile as Justice remained on the ground, trying to adjust to her new reality. "You see, Justice, in Hell, the concept of justice is a plaything. It's a mere shadow of what it once was. Here, power and desire reign supreme."

Justice struggled to her feet, her body trembling but her spirit unbroken. "I may be blind now, but I can still sense the evil in you, Beelzebub. This isn't over."

Beelzebub laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the hall. "Oh, but it is, dear Justice. You've lost, and now you're mine. Welcome to your new reality."

Justice clenched her fists, her mind racing. She needed to find a way out of this, to regain her strength and fight back. But for now, she was at Beelzebub's mercy, a pawn in the twisted games of Hell's most gluttonous demon.

Beelzebub returned to her throne, her mood lifted by the encounter. She took another sip of her wine, savoring the taste as she watched Justice struggle to find her bearings. "Cerberus, take our new guest to her quarters. Make sure she's comfortable," she commanded, waving her hand dismissively.

Cerberus, the three girls a guardians, approached Justice and guided her away. Justice felt the cold touch of reality settling in, but she refused to give up. She would find a way to overcome this, to bring true justice to Hell, no matter the cost.

As the doors closed behind them, Beelzebub sighed contentedly. The night had been eventful, and she was eager to see what other amusements the future would bring. With a final sip of her wine, she settled back into her throne, ready to indulge in the pleasures of the party once more.

(End of a chapter)