"You don't love humanity, you love yourself, your own selfish desires!"
Ewen burst into laughter. Belphegor thought Ewen might truly have gone mad. Under immense pressure, this poor mortal completely collapsed, sliding into the Abyss. His flesh was dying, and his spirit was continuously degrading, the Golden Soul being devoured by darkness until total downfall.
Belphegor thought he might have lost, but Asmodeus did not win either. He began to mourn Ewen's soul, feeling that someone so talented should not become a casualty in power struggles.
Just then, Ewen walked toward Asmodeus again. At some point, Ewen seemed to have awakened, no longer a toy for the Devils. The situation reversed, placing him in command.
Ewen looked at her fervently, spreading his arms as if to embrace Asmodeus, taking slow steps towards her, speaking as he warmly hugged her.
"My dear Asmodeus."
