Sophie Moon was rummaging through a trash can. A big smile was plastered over her tired visage.
She wore no gloves, nor a facemask to seek solace from the awful smell.
"Found it!"
Snatching it from between a rotting skeleton of fish and a wet diaper, she clutched the piece of paper tightly in her hand.
Her eyes scanned its content furiously.
"I have never seen him go out with a woman," Belphegor says. "I have only seen him bring them into his house."
Still shocked, Beelzebub says, "Huh, good for him. Out of the seven of us, I never thought he would be the first to act like an actual human being."
In thought, Belphegor whispers, "Really? I always thought him to be the most normal of us seven." In his eyes, a deep sadness was evident.
Sophie looked slightly confused. "Is that what Belphegor said?"
She couldn't remember it.
"I'm sure it was something different."
