He laughed endlessly, as if he heard a joke.
"It's too late to say these words, Tyrant. I haven't cared about them for a long time. Besides, I am the Undead, only destined to sink into the mortal world. Neither Hell nor the Celestial Kingdom will accept me."
Bologue spoke loudly, expounding his twisted logic.
"Moreover, someone like me who has sold his soul has long committed a heavy sin. If I am destined for Hell, why not commit monstrous sins and become a legend there?"
The man's laughter halted; he didn't expect Bologue to say such words.
"Or perhaps you mean that Hell is full of the wicked people I've slain, sharpening their weapons, waiting for the eternal torment of me?"
Bologue laughed even louder, his laughter cutting through the darkness, ridiculing the Devil in return.
"That's not quite right, is it? While alive, they avoided me, feared me, revered me. Would they suddenly find the courage to wield a sword against me after death in Hell?"
