Part 059: Sticks And Bones May Break My Stones- Wait, That’s Not Right
Three days have passed. It’s time. Beelzebub rolls his eyes as he and Rosalia walk through the halls of the Labyrinth. The demoness with the appearance deficit prattles on and on about this and that, often shouting excitedly. "And when we get to Hell Harbor, there’ll be servants and cake! Lots of cake! Don’t you…

