Jake is sitting in a bar. It's nothing out of the ordinary, but this bar is in hell. In front of him is a glass filled with alcohol. No matter how much he drinks, the glass never empties, and the beer has no effect on him. Jake wants to get drunk and forget about Luna. Suddenly, a man comes and sits beside him.
"Who are you?" The man asks Jake.
"Why do you want to know? We're in hell."
"Then I have another question for you. Why are you in hell?"
Jake sighs. It's a waste of time. At the same time, talking about his torments may help him.
"I am Jake. Luna, my wife, was dead. I resurrected her by summoning and killing succubi, but Luna was a succubus too. She had used me... and in the end she killed me."
"Oh!"
"And here I am in hell. I try to forget her. My Luna. And you, stranger, why are you in hell?"
"Faust is my name. My wife died then my daughter Arhea. To resurrect my child, I created and killed my 'daughters,' Homunculi and then..."
"Then?"
"My daughter's soul that I thought I had was not hers. Arhea's body, possessed, killed me and here I am in hell."
"Well... I thought I was a monster but next to you, Faust, I'm an angel!"
"What? Are you trying to offend me?"
"No, but you created 'daughters' and then killed them! At least I killed adult succubi."
"Murder is murder, dear Jake."
With that, Faust leaves him. Jake wants nothing to do with him. He finds him monstrous, but Faust is right. Murder is murder. Jake will stay in hell forever with his torments. Luna. His beautiful Luna. He starts drinking his beer again.