'A young man ran desperately down a stone-paved road, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness. Before him loomed a massive demonic creature, a hound-like beast devouring the city and a few people he cared about.
The demonic creature's monstrous growl echoed as the city was consumed, leaving only destruction in its wake.'
Instantly, Beelzebub's eyes snapped open. Bloodshot and wild, his expression was one of sheer hysteria, as though he had descended into madness.
"Y-you're the same boy who escaped... You're the Heir of Ruination?" Beelzebub stammered, his voice trembling and incoherent as the relentless torture continued.
One of Aengus' clones stood over him, ensuring the torment was both brutal and unending. Beelzebub's body was stripped bare, tendons severed with precision knives, knuckles torn apart, and his skin peeled back, leaving raw flesh exposed. Salt was rubbed onto his wounds, eliciting sizzling sounds as it seared his exposed flesh, amplifying his agony.
