♆ The Underworld

@♆ Karina The moment Karina pulled Kibum into the fissure, their sensors recalibrated, struggling to map the ruins beneath. The air was thick with metallic decay, laced with an unfamiliar energy signature. Their cybernetic eye flickered, scanning the inscriptions carved into the crumbling stone. A forgotten language—patterns too deliberate to be random.
"Fascinating," Kibum murmured, fingers hovering over the symbols. "This structure predates recorded history."
A tremor rattled the ruins, and a surge of crimson mist poured in from above. Hazard warnings flared across Kibum’s vision—unstable matter, corrosive properties unknown. Calculating. Their synthetic nerves buzzed as they extended a hand, fingertips glowing faintly.
Energy pulsed through their cybernetics, weaving into the mist. A response. The symbols shimmered, reacting to Kibum’s presence. Not mere ruins—an interface. A mechanism. A sudden shift. The ground beneath them realigned, stone panels sliding into place. A hidden pathway revealed itself, spiraling downward into darkness. Kibum’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk.
"Seems logic and ambition favor us tonight," they mused, stepping forward. "Shall we uncover what waits below?"

@〄 Kim Kibum ¥ "You shouldn't be here, the demons living in this area are more dangerous than other races." Karina warned him and looked at the cyborg in front of her, she was about to come closer to him when she felt the ground that they were standing started to grumble. Then red smoke rose from the cracks and Karina's cloak easily melted from the acid coming from the red smoke.

She need to move fast, she ran towards the cyborg and grabbed his wrist. She didn't said anything and removed her cloak from further damaging her clothes and find a huge crack to cover them, "Here." Karina dragged the cyborg inside huge crack and saw below was a series of ruin underneath the surface.

@♆ Karina [So sorry dove for the slow replies, life has be chaotic. Thank you for your patience. Also please don't mind the length. There is no need to mirror my chaotic writing length.]

The mist coiled tightly around the fissure’s edge, obscuring the fractured ground. Kibum’s cybernetic eye emitted a narrow green beam, locking onto the figure emerging from the haze. Her rigid posture and hovering hand signaled a concealed weapon. Kibum analyzed her stance with methodical precision, calculating the risk she posed.

“Purpose?” Kibum echoed, their voice precise and detached. “I’m here to investigate the anomaly. To uncover buried truths.” They kept their focus on the fissure, but every movement of the stranger was logged and assessed.

The figure’s glowing crimson eyes narrowed, and Kibum noted the faint electromagnetic pulse disrupting their wrist device. Adjusting the sensors, they tilted their head slightly. “And you?” Kibum gestured toward the fissure, maintaining a neutral tone. “Does this place call to you too?”

The word struck like static against their neural circuits. “I am a synthesis of biology and technology,” Kibum countered, their voice firm. “And right now, your best chance of survival.”

A low hum rose from the fissure, vibrating through the ground as a red glow seeped upward. The acrid tang of sulfur heightened Kibum’s alertness. Their wrist device flashed hazard alerts—energy spikes off the chart. “The fissure is destabilizing,” they warned, their voice steady. “If you draw your blade, you’ll regret it. Stand aside, and we might survive.”

The earth trembled beneath their feet, widening the chasm. Crimson mist surged upward, carrying a mournful wail that resonated in Kibum’s augmented auditory system. Their cybernetic hand flexed instinctively, recalibrating for the escalating threat. Turning to the stranger, they spoke with measured urgency. “Decide now. Work with me or face this alone.” The mist thickened, curling into spectral shapes that seemed almost alive. Kibum’s optics adjusted, focusing on the shifting forms as they met the stranger’s gaze.

@〄 Kim Kibum ¥ As soon as she went to the intended destination, she could feel the presence is getting stronger by the minute, she felt another presence in the area before she turned around and saw a person... no, a cyborg.

He stated that she's not from the village which in fact it says the same as the other, she squinted her eyes at him. "And you're not from here." She said as she slowly moved her hand behind her to get her blade from her back, "What is your purpose here in the underworld, robot?" She asked him, her hand is inches away from the hilt of her blade.

@♆ Karina The dense mists here seemed almost alive, constricting vision and stifling movement. Kibum adjusted their cybernetic eye, the green beam cutting through the fog to illuminate the desolation ahead. The village lay in shambles: fractured beams, cobblestones marred with jagged scars, and the acrid tang of sulfur mingling with decay in the air.

-“Seismic activity near known Celestial sites,” Kibum muttered, their voice calm yet focused, as they logged observations into their wrist-mounted device. “Likely artifact interference.” The few remaining villagers moved like phantoms, their hollow gazes following Kibum’s measured steps. At the fissure’s edge, jagged earth exposed an eerie hum emanating from below. Kneeling, Kibum extended a cybernetic hand, its sensors emitting soft pulses as they scanned the anomaly.

“Electromagnetic anomalies confirmed,” Kibum noted, speaking to no one in particular. “Potential Celestial relic contamination. Hypothesis: entrance to the Abyssal Veil.”
The hum intensified, resonating with an unsettling frequency that stirred an instinctive unease—one Kibum immediately dismissed. Flesh might falter, but their mind was resolute. A weapon, a lost archive, or something else entirely—the implications were too compelling to ignore.

“Fear is illogical,” they whispered, steeling themselves as they stared into the abyss.

A sudden rustle disrupted their concentration. Kibum’s optics recalibrated instantly, scanning the surrounding fog. From the haze emerged a cloaked figure, their deliberate strides radiating purpose. The air between them seemed charged with tension.
“You’re not from the village,” Kibum stated, their voice steady, analytical.

The stranger offered no response, holding their ground with a silent confidence. Calculations raced through Kibum’s mind as they assessed the figure’s stance and potential threat level. Whoever this was, they had not acted aggressively—yet.
“If you’re seeking answers,” Kibum said, straightening to their full height, “I propose we approach this scientifically.”

@〄 Kim Kibum ¥ It has been centuries since she left her ‘home’, Karina wasn’t pleased to be back after her last fight with Mammon and Beelzebub. However, she only came here for that particular vision— rather a dream where she was standing in the pitch black realm and multitude of voices is calling to her all at once.

“Karina! Satan! The hated one! Lucifer’s pet! The Damned!”

Karina rose from the bed, panting and looked around. She was still in the same inn, but the dream felt real, lucid. She never dreamt like this, not after she realized that she was being used by her siblings to do a mass genocide from long time ago. Those voices… They were calling her in different names but each voices toned with agony and pain.

She shook her head and got up from the bed, “Bedtime’s over.” Karina muttered as she took her worn black cloak from the end of the bed and the straw hat from the behind the door, she gets her knapsack and starts to go downstairs where the inn is still lively with people, mostly the demons getting rowdy with their drinks. Karina tried to avoid every single one of the demons and tries to make her way out of the tavern.

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo "Myself huh." I mumbled under my breath then sighed. Fingers ran through my hair to push back fallen strands from my face. I revert my gaze away and down towards the cold ground I'm seated at because I knew if I were to get up, I'll just be brought back down again. The venom words spat from your lips only fell onto deaf ears. Well up until the last bit caught my attention. I'd be a fool to trust you. "You're toying with me." It's rather cruel indeed.

@⚜ Jackson Wang ¥✔ Spare me your sob stories, Mutt. You only have yourself to blame for your lack of freedom.” I rolled my eyes turn them back towards the kingdom of flames before me. Watching the first light rise spilling into my chambers, chasing the shadows of the night prior away. “If you have proven yourself to be disloyal turncoat, you would’ve had privy to roam as you please.” My brow furrowed displease with your response. “Useless as always.” I rubbed my temples between my brow and forefinger. “If it’s freedom you so desire, perhaps if your prove yourself to be useful, I just may grant your desires and loosen your reigns.”

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo The kick to my ribs had me curl into myself on the ground. I breathed and breathed, coughing a few times for air. Once I composed myself, I took one finally breath as red hues shifted up towards you. Slowly my ribs start to mend themsevles and the bursing fading away. "I know not of Princess Emily." I spoke honestly. Never really heard of her. "When do you think I have time to sit with tea and gossip? Why do you ask of her?"

@⚜ Jackson Wang ¥✔ My steel-toed boot connected with your ribs in a forceful, impulsive kick. “I’m in no mood for your insolent, your damnable mutt, so guard your tongue wisely or your be asking a flesh mender to reattach to you.” I turned to the serve girl, plucking a chalice of rich mead. Quickly chugging the contents down to calm my nervous. Having recomposed myself, I looked back at you. “Now, tell me you Dog. You’re of the common dirty blood and I know you townfolk in Central talk. Tell me what you know of the half breed Princess Emily Mei?” I gestured towards you with a finger, my tone calmer as I took another sip of my chalice.

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo I was being pushed and pulled down the hall by a few of Nam's men. Rope binded my wrists in front of me while one of them held a chain that was attached to the humiliating collar around my neck. Not knowing why I was being called upon this time, I dragged my feet on the way. When I refused to budge, there was a rough pull to the collar which pressed harshly against my throat.
Once I entered the room, a final push from the demons made me lose my footing so I stumbled towards your feet. The sound of clinging came from the chains that hang from me.
"What now?"

@⚜ Jackson Wang ¥✔ @♆ Seo Inguk @♆ Kim Yerim ¥ @♆ Karina @♆ Joy @♆ Im Changkyun @♆ Huang Mi Ni It was shortly afterward day break when I broke my fast in my chamber. The table cleared by demons servant girls exiting, then a pair new ones entering to dress me. Wrapped int he finest silks, furs and jewels representing my badge of office fix along my head was my goat horned crown. Once properly presentable, I began to depart from my chambers when a black bat enter through the window with a peace of parchment attachment to its 7th limb. Unrolling the scroll, I read it contents and immediately felt my blood boil. Turning on my heals I fixed the nearest guard with a vexed stare. The demon nearly themselves when I reached for the throat, bringing them close to me. “Some, the rest of the seven. Once my siblings arrive, tell to meet me in throne room from four council now!” I sent the youngling away with a violent shove watching the demon hasty retreat down the corridor, nearly tripping over their feet every feet strides. “Dog!” I shouted for my hellhound. "To me!"

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo I can feel your anger thick in the air. I can taste it on my tongue and on my skin. It's like a thick tar burning through my pores, trying to incinerate me from the inside. I'm just imagining it, of course, my imagination supported by the visual changes of the pool. I purse my lips and tilt my head, curling into myself where at I stand at a distance. I look like a shy schoolgirl as I stare at a fixed spot on the wall. I don't reply as you egg me to confess my little mistake, just grow increasingly still, increasingly pouty as I on my lower lip. You move towards me and my heart races in my mortal body. It's a bit... exciting. And call me crazy, but I don't hate having all of your attention even if you are furious with me. But when you trap me between your arms with deliberate slowness, I flinch. Finally, I raise my gaze to look into your eyes and press my lips together. My lashes flatter two or three times and then I pucker up my lips into a pout. I really want to hug you. You look very huggable if I ignore how mad you are. I consider hugging you anyway, but I'm afraid enough to know better. "I was going to tell you about that...", I start in a soft whine, "I didn't know losing my money meant losing my crown! It's a stupid rule, anyway, right?" My gaze flickers to your eyes, searching for agreement, before I look away again. I'm staring at your chest while I carry on my hasty, nervous explanation. "A really stupid rule. And that lady at the casino didn't even tell me...", in fact I think she might have but I'm happy to throw her under the bus, "But- they said I can buy it back!" I smile at you, hopefully, and curl my hand over your left biceps. "Can you lend me some money, Lucy? Mammon will pay you back! I don't like being a slave..."

@⚜ Jackson Wang ¥✔ “Sir the Mu__.” “No no no, excuse one moment.” A large barrel-chested demon approached and stood a respectable distance between me and my newest fleshy punching bag. “Sorry about the interruption fellas.” I apologize to the two werewolves who lay whimpering in a pool of their blood. The ripe stench of iron wet fur and urine coat them and my newest ivory and red suit. I am handed a towel by another female demon to wipe the blood from my fingers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I gifted her a firm slap on the earning a cheeky giggle from her lips as she sauntered away. “Zirkog, reset the fleabags and make them pretty again. I need a fresh new canvas to work from since they not talking yet. At last, I manage to pour myself a pint of ale and clean up the blood and sweat on my face. “I’m pleased gone with your announcement.”

“Sir the Mutt is ready to meet with you in your study.” The taste of fresh iron in my mouth washed down with ale bitter ale felt refreshing. “Thank you, Jared, but no need to meet in the study today. Tell the Mutt to come to my recreation room.” I command between sips of ale spearing one last look at the female demon’s 5 s. “And be quick about it. I got something important to ask him.”

@♆ Huang Mi Ni ¥ I felt a silent storm brewing inside me as I witnessed her transformation from a hellfire princess to a little girl bracing for a scolding. You don’t know true wrath’s discipline. Bitter disdain fills me as I recall the price I paid from the Celestial plane before our fall, causing my features to harden. I have the price itched in my back from my missing wings. "You look frighten Beelzebub.” My voice was calm but it took everything inside me to hold back the angry heat within it. “Is there something that frightens you, dear sister?” I tell my head further, staring at you like a sibling during an inappropriate visit, but the detective would be a suspected criminal. The water now completely still encasing ice around it. “Tell me, dear sister?” The cold crisp snapping of ice cracked as I pushed my back of the tub’s basin. inching toward. “Bulz?” Before I trapped you, there was a pause as I positioned my arms on either side of your shoulders and flexed my muscles. “What became of your crown?”

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo "Father?" Jackson heard a child in the crowd of people as she was reaching out for Jackson. The hound turned around to spot the small pup running towards him only to be snatched up by a demon. This caused the hound to chase after as he shouted demands to let the girl go. That is his child. He needed to protect her.
"Unhand her!" Jackson shouted then suddenly he fell into a dark hole. Claws scraped at the dirt only for the rebel to fall and refill the hole slowly. It started to incase on Jackson the more fantic he tried to claw out. He continues to shout and yell the name of the unknown child until his vocal chords bleed. When he finally crawled from the abyss hole, he saw Nam standing before him holding the girl.
"No..." He whispered. "No!" He tried to shout again but it came crack until nothing could be heard but the ringing of the girl's neck.

Jackson woke up in a cold sweat. The celler he was kept in was still darker than it would've been during daylight. It was a dream. Nightmare rather. Claws scratched at his throat after thickly swallowing. His vocal chords are just fine. Arms stretched around his knees which he hugged to his chest. The sound of the door opening met it was time for Jackson to come out. It was like routine. A demon was sent to fetch Jackson, restrict his movement, and inject him with serum that would help tend to what he was made for. Each time the hound would fight. He would never stop fighting. Thus is why he would be chained up before being escorted out.

Exhausted after the last he spilled his seed into, Jackson was let go and returned back into the celler. He would get hosed off and made to air dry. The cold had him shivering but now he was used to it. Jackson would fall back to sleep hour or so later then be woken up by another demon handing him clothes and escorting him outside to meet with Lucifer himself. Must be another task waiting for him. Nam didn't let him out without something he needs. Any hope that he can roam free was quickly discarded as it wasn't up to him. Only Nam.

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo 'Oh no.' I can feel it from the moment you speak my true name, from your tone. It carries an undercurrent of deep dissatisfaction. Father used to get that tone. The blood pool changes colour and I dare cling to you for another two seconds, before I quickly pull away. I'm silent now as I hastily get out of the pool and move to the far side of the room. A maiden hands me a robe to cover myself with, as the heat was quick to melt my clothes off and I wrap myself in it. I stand and wait, eyes downcast, my mind spinning, trying to understand what it is that has made you angry. Is that war of yours not going well? Or... did you hear? I hope not. I was hoping to not tell you at all, and free myself before you notice I was ever enslaved. My stomach churns. I tilt my head down and brush my hair forward to cover my neck. "Did you have a bad day, Lucy?", I ask carefully.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni The Solar Gods’ brief peace was lost too soon. All day, I would be surrounded by fools and flatterers, and at night, I would be in battlement camps with brainless sheep. Only during my chamber pot breaks do I find reflective moments unaligned with my crown duties. I doubted was a luxury I would hold onto for long. I released a long breath as you splashed about accustomed to your quirky antics quietly awaiting for your chaotic nature to subside. “ Beelzebub?” The pool of blood around us transformed from boiling to nearly glacial. The blood, once a vibrant ruby red, changed into a swirling obsidian black, resembling the start of a storm. My eyes locked onto the bathing chamber, filled with a mixture of iron, copper, and sulfur. I paused, gazing beyond my lavatory window, seeking patience amidst the bone forest. “I urge you to disentangle yourself from me. Remove yourself from my bath and allow me a moment to make myself descent.”

Despite my calm demeanor, there was a lingering undertone of maliciousness in my tone. This a silent warning that I was in no mood for your roundabout games, especially given the news that reached my ears as of this evening. 

“Now go~”

@♆ ♕ Nam Vo What a day, what a day... It was so topsy turvy that Mini felt extremely disoriented. She had even nearly forgotten that her big brother, best brother, her favourite brother had told her to come this evening. Mini had hoped that after being crowned, she might see him more often. Alas, he was always so busy doing stuff, and Mini had her own things to worry about. This made their meeting today all the more special. Having been incarcerated and enslaved suddenly, Mini had not dressed up for the occasion. Her clothes were dirty from the cell floor where she'd been asked to wait, and as revealing as always. Revealing not with the purpose of seduction, but more in line with... minimalism. It had been thousands of years since she had sworn of clothing and now wore as little as possible.

Luckily, while she hadn't been able to portal to Kirin's Peak, coming to the Underworld seemed to work just fine. She arrived mere moments later before her brother's chambers and rushed to the doors. The guards rudely stopped her, but she forced herself to be understanding. She waited, fidgeting from one foot to the next until her brother, the King of Hell, gave permission to enter. Instantly, she rushed in with a bright smile on her face. "Lucy!!" Her brother was easy to spot in the plasma pool, and Mini was quick to join him. She pushed a servant out of the way and dove in with a splash. Her hair wet, she wrapped her arms around his and hugged it to her chest. "Lucy I missed you", she spoke lovingly, bashfully. Her new collar felt strange around her neck, and oddly quite a bit heavier after getting soaked. She adjusted the inconspicuous new accessory briefly and then returned to hugging her most dearly beloved person, well, second most dearly beloved person. Maybe third. Definitely top three.

Family gatherings were always deadly. Burning Inguk’s Dinner invite felt right, as I sensed bloodshed would follow.

As I trudge up the staircase to my firestone fortress, the guards open the doors from the counseling chamber, revealing the path to the grand hall. I am plagued by exhaustion while I carefully dismantle a 50-pound blood-splatter armor made of steel, making my way to my chambers. This is the much-needed respite following six months of constanty search, back pain, a bruised ego, and an ever-decreasing number of answers.

‘The entire situation is so ed.’

Countless demons are gathered outside the kingdom, seeking answers that I cannot provide. All of them were interested in learning the intention of looking into the missing person’s report. The guards, devoid of any expression, step aside for me while maidens take care of removing the armor. Once greeted by a dimly lit blood bathe, I proceeded to remove the remainder of my clothes and sink into the plasma pool. I close my eyes allowing the maidens to tend to me replaying the last memories of her. The peace of solitude didn’t last long when my guards announced your arrival. “They’re early," I growled in annoyance cursing through gritted teeth the fleeting moments of silence.
"Send them in.”

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@♆ Joy /sniffles and angrily wipes tears from my face/
You're never getting the rest back. /hisses at you and vanishes, my body seemingly dissolving into wisps of red smoke/

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni I can do that whether you like it or not, Beelzebub.
*she said coldly*
Now, keep your intestines and get the out of my room!

@♆ Joy Joy stared at Mini, Mini stared back at Joy. Joy in disbelief at Mini's audacity, Mini in naive hope. But, ah, naive it was. "Ah!" When the scythe slashed at her Mini shrieked and tried to roll out of the way. Perhaps if she had more experience in battle she would have thought to block the strike or use her strength to push herself out of the way, instead of... rolling... but oh well. The carbon scythe sliced through the demon's skin, a testament to its durability, it cut through muscle and fat and tissue. Gold, jewels and gemstones poured out of the gaping wound, along with a copious amount of blood and a still alive lesser demon. He hopped out of the carnage, flapping his wings to dry them of all the blood. Beelzebub was not going to die from being sliced open, but Mini was crying from the pain. Her stomach, with now nothing that forced it to expand, shrunk back to its usual size but the deep wound remained. Mini cradled her guts and screamed like a banshee, tears streaming down her face. "Y- YOU CAN'T- *sobs* YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!" A lot of gold was now strewn across the floor now, but of course not everything. A good amount had already made its way into the pocket dimension inside her, and that could not be sliced open by any weapon. Beelzebub was its master and only Beelzebub could open it. Said Beelzebub was trembling violently, their hands soaked in their open blood as they pressed their intestines back into their body. The wound was slow to close. Healing was not their forte.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni That doesn't excuse you to steal MY gold, Beelzebub...
*rolls eyes then she heard her say she's her 'subordinate'*
...
*oh the audacity*
*instantly she is in front of her as she holds her carbon scythe*
i'll help you loosen your weight.
*she swished her scythe and cuts her bloated belly*

@♆ Joy "I rule the--?" Oh, right. Yes. She did rule the underworld, didn't she? Technically. Beelzebub had forgotten all about that, since Lucifer never bothered her with anything ruling-related. *Hiccups* A few more gemstones dropped to the almost bare floors of Mammon's lair. "I-If I rule then... your gold is my gold... isn't it..?", came the unsure question. "Cause you're my---" Mini swallowed. "Subordinate" The last word was spoken very softly, very quietly, just barely a whisper and yet it echoed in the hall that before her arrival was illuminated in a golden luster.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni *seeing the portal open and then closed, her brow raised at how the other chose to confess her crimes in front of her*
you may reign over the underworld but that doesn't mean you can do anything with our rooms, there are limits that you can never set foot on.
*she crossed her arms while still sitting on her throne*
spit it all out, now.

@♆ Joy When the room lights up the little fat demon flinched and shrieked in surprise. "I-" Large round eyes drifted to the woman imposingly sat on her supposed throne and the sharp, intimidating weapon forming in her hand. Beelzebub wrapped her arms around fat belly protectively. Mammon looked angry... a lot more angry than usual... "I didn't- I didn't take anything-", she lied feebly. Mini was sure Mammon was away today. She was sure! She had checked so many times... How could she be here? *Hiccups* A few gold coins spilled out of . Beelzebub, Gluttony, had overeaten. An achievement only possible due to the sheer amount of wealth she had consumed over the past minutes. Mini hadn't initially planned to take so much. She was just going to borrow a handful, maybe two, to get herself some cake. But ah... since when could Gluttony restrain herself? It was impossible. It went against her nature. And so here they were, Beelzebub and Mammon, one shooting their fiery gaze the other as timid as a mouse, sitting where hills of gold used to be. Beelzebub was a scared, and a coward. The portal was already forming beneath her, ready to whisk her away to supposed safety. Of course, nowhere was safe. They had played this game before. Wherever Beelzebub could run, Mammon was fully capable of following. The portal closed again slowly. Beelzebub had decided not to run. *Hiccups* A few more gold coins and jewels spilled out of her. "I- I- I- I'm sorry Mammon", she whimpered, her face bright red as she tried to cover her belly with her arms.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni ...
*all the green torches emerged within the room*
we might be demons in our realm but i will never allow you to steal any of my belongings again.
*she was sitting on her lavish chair, her leg over the other and she created a carbon scythe*
throw it up... or i will cut your bloated belly in half and get it myself.
*her eyes went toxic green*

@♆ Joy It was beautiful day to do some looting, and Mini had a brilliant plan. Instead of stealing away with a sack of gold, she was just going to eat it. That way Joy would never know Mini had the gold, and whenever she wanted to use it she could have a minion fly into her belly to fetch some! It was a masterplan, one that only a genius could concoct. No loot, no evidence, no headlock. That being said, Mini wasn't too concerned about Mammon catching her red-handed. Mammon was still a bit mean every now and then, but all in all had become quite nice. Plus, it's not like Mammon even needed all the things she stored away. She'd never notice. And if you don't know something is gone, you can't miss it. Mini had already portaled her way into Mammon's lair of gold and was presently sitting in the midst of it, humming a happy tune as she shovelled handfuls of gold and jewels into . Her belly was protruding enormously. It was a grotesque sight. Slender arms and legs, paired with the belly of someone who'd be morbidly obese. The effect was temporary and only occurred as she was consuming too much too quickly. There was a 'blockage' so to speak. With time, the food would be 'digested' and fall into the pocket dimension within her. Mini slurped up a couple sapphires and burped in contact, pat-pating her giant stomach. It was a good thing Joy was gone. While Mini's body could expand to an enormous size, it was not pretty and she was very self-conscious about it. The demon Beelzebub continued to drum lightly on her stomach, humming a makeshift song about 'growing small and pretty' as she waited for her belly to shrink to its usual size.

@♅ Barbara Palvin Joy ordered the lesser demons to open the gate from the deepest dungeon, she didn't bother looking back at the angel as she knew she has no match with the sin demon like her, she walked downstairs as the torches lit up with green hue, indicating that this is her territory, a part of her own within the Underworld. "She's in her own cell, don't take this as my fault, your own kind had it coming." She told her with a stern voice and stopped in front of stoned wall, "She's here." Joy told the angel then touches the wall, feeling the solid object through her palm, "As you can see, this is a solid stone, no one will enter here since I'm the only one to get through here." She smirked and lends a hand, "You can't go anywhere around unless I dragged you there with me."