An utterly repulsive stench filled the air of the underworld's morgue. Upon a mountainous pile of demon corpses lay Belphegor. Her apathetic behavior meant that she worked to the benefit of none but herself. Though she had no interest in the coming battle against the Heavenly forces, she found the role of managing the morgue and using the remains as materials for weaponry simple enough. Indeed, it allowed her sufficient time to indulge in her favorite activity: slumber.