712 HI, LITTLE FELLA!

Dead bodies littered the ground in this solitude dungeon, and the sun outside couldn't shine brighter enough to illuminate every dark corner down in here.

A woman crouched over the dead body of a lycan warrior and punctured his chest with her sharp nail, drawing blood right from his heart. She licked it and closed her eyes.

"Fresh blood is always the best," she moaned.

"You should try the royal blood," Asmodeus chuckled upon watching Beelzebub having her own time with the dead shifters. "I have been able to taste it for centuries." She licked her lips as if remembering the taste.

"I should have come here sooner, instead of roaming around in the other realm," Beelzebub replied as she stood up.

"Why should we come here to take your human maid? It will be easier to find a replacement." Asmodeus waved her hand and the iron door was opened for them.