On the throne of the Golden Palace, Beelzebub saw the decaying yet not completely dead living corpse, and she recognized who it was.
The great King Solomon, Wolfgang Gold, or Hill...
No matter what name this body once held, Beelzebub could confirm that during the Fall of the Holy City, she had witnessed his self-destruction with her own eyes.
But upon noticing the black cane beneath those bony hands, Beelzebub hesitated.
She remembered the cane, all Devils remembered the cane; it was Leviathan's personal item, and he was always leaning on it, like an elegant enigma, walking through the dark of cities.
For centuries, the cane had never left his hand. To Devils without concrete forms, the cane was like a perpetual anchor, confirming his existence.
Yet the cane was now in King Solomon's hand, also since the Fall of the Holy City, Leviathan donned that cumbersome diving suit and hid within the shadows.
