As the man left, the cinema became quiet once again. Belphegor stretched his body forcefully, allowing himself to completely relax in the chair.
"Ha..."
He looked at the screen and skillfully stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Belphegor tried to immerse himself again in the movie story, but the man's figure, like a nightmare, lingered in his mind, annoying him.
"Just like Samuel."
A brief phrase hovered like a curse, and Belphegor understood its meaning.
Samuel was a guy who advocated violence, but in the end, he was dominated by it, longing for peace.
Belphegor was not sure if Samuel had found true peace now. He was only thankful that, compared to his blood relatives, Belphegor's desire was not as strong.
He was such a person, an ordinary one, neither having the obsessive desires of other blood relatives nor the noble self-sacrifice of that person.
Neither up nor down, this was the best portrayal of Belphegor and an inescapable curse.
