The nude figure—Beelzebub—grimaced, as if tasting something bitter.His cheeks flushed crimson as he spat out his irritation.
"Why, Odin? Why must I incarnate into such a pitiful survivor?"
His voice—heavy with hatred, jealousy, and pain—tore through the super-dimensional universe,carrying a nauseating resonance that invaded the senses.
"I chose Homo sapiens. That was your decision," Odin replied coldly."And yet you curse me for it. How ironic—for one called the Devil.Especially you, Beelzebub, king of demons."
Runes danced mockingly at Odin's fingertips.