He hadn't eaten for a long time, nor drank water or slept. In this Hell, Bologue's physical limits were stretched endlessly. Even when reaching the peak, he only felt boundless pain, not truly dying.
The only way to find relief here seemed to be letting these monsters devour him.
Bologue refused to give up. To alleviate the pain, he would occasionally cut off pieces of flesh from these soldier-like monsters, then roast them over burning flames. The taste was not good, like chewing dry bark. Sometimes he would close his eyes in contemplation, but such moments never lasted long before being interrupted by attacking soldiers.
This was Asmodeus's Curse.
To avoid losing himself in endless slaughter, in those moments of contemplation, Bologue would repeatedly recall everything he experienced before entering this Hell, reminding himself that it didn't mean much.
He was still the steadfast will, not sinking in the killing.
