Beelzebub and the demon stare at each other. Beelzebub's tapping his throne.
“Why did you summon me?” The demon says through his clenched jaws.
Beelzebub ignores answering him. “Have you found Francemia Deveraux?”
The demon clenched his fist, “I’m close. I have a strong lead. Which I was going to check on until she called me down here to this hellhole. I’ve never liked this dreadful place.”
“You have always thought you were better than everyone. Which I’ve always looked over. What has taken you so long to mate with her?” Beelzebub's patience was wearing thin, wondering if Francemia would permanently banish him. He’s hoping the prophecy doesn't end as he was told. His thoughts go on Solitare. He still can't believe she's dead. Beelzebub has been looking for her killing since t
