On the endless expanse, the train roared along the tracks like a swiftly moving steel serpent, rushing from one nest to another, stirring up clouds of dust and gravel.
The scene projected onto the giant screen, in the dim theater, Belphegor as always sat in the center of the audience, only this time his gaze didn't fix on the screen, but unusually shifted to the book in his hand.
A stack of books piled on the seat next to Belphegor, some titles were repeated, just bound differently, seeming to be different editions of the same book.
Belphegor slowly closed the book, with the Devil's memory, photographic memory wasn't a challenge for Belphegor, yet even so, he read the books over and over again, like walking an old path countless times, in a cycle of repetition.
Placing the book aside, Belphegor slowly closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face, immersed in the aftertaste of the story's end.
Belphegor whispered, "Such an interesting soul, Blue Crow."
