While Zell was enjoying the company of his future in-laws, in the demon world, the dark ash rain everlasting in this bleak and horrible city.
Belzeth, Amon's former butler, was dragged down a set of dark stone steps leading to a bleak and macabre basement room.
His body was heavily beaten, and he knew he was about to face torture.
A cold chill began to fill his flesh, blood seeping from all over his body; two broken arms and his right eye torn out, still with a bit of flesh hanging from the infected crevice.
'Why... I always served you since you were a mere child...' Belzeth cried in his mind, unable to speak as they ripped out his tongue and fed it to the crows.
'That damn boy, why did he become so powerful! Curse you, half-blooded vermin, Zell Delacroix!'