"How?! Just how?!" Belial was inside Lucifer's castle, flipping over tables and ripping picture frames off the wall, his rage was evolving. "That fool! Losing to Angelica when he had the upper hand! You sniveling idiot, Lucifer!"
Belial fell to his hands and knees, clawing the ground underneath him.
"How will I take Emperor's throne now? How will I rule Ottenmore?! You completely abandoned our plans for the sake of love!!" Belial lifted his hand, smashing his fist into the ground. "Are you surrendering to the enemy this easily? What a worthless ruler! You should've never become a Great King! I would've been better than you!" Belial slammed his forehead into the floor. "Damnit all!"
He closed his eyes, releasing a giant sigh.
"What shall I do now? What will be my next move?"
Belial had to think. His goals have yet to be fulfilled.
