I seize my chance and continue to tell, "She murdered innocent people every month, sent them to hell as a monthly due debt to Leviathan! I was only one of them when I first arrived here!"
Unfortunately, the news I reported seems to intrigue Beelzebub. Famished she rubs her hands, "She was the spice to the lusciousness of Aletris's soul…"
Whereas, in grievance Leviathan defends, "I received every offering from my sinners through the terms of our legitimately established Verto Contract! I committed no unlawful acts in Infernus!"
"Sinners?" severely Esmund confronts, "How many sinners of yours out there have you made into a serial killer? Are they all the same as her, accepting an eternal life, supplying incessant souls for your power to be fed?"
With his lips curling into a complacent smirk, Leviathan claims, "Plenty… that I keep count of."
