The Prince of Dark realm.

The mysterious entity revealed himself as Beelzebub, the Prince of the Dark Realm and the first of the 72 kings. His name itself brought nightmare for the spectators, as the atmosphere became tense with the arrival of such a powerful and enigmatic being.

Descending from the dark veil, Beelzebub walked towards Micheal, and with a wave of his hand, a throne manifested beside Micheal's own celestial seat. The hatred between the two rulers was seen on their faces, yet the cosmic rules prevented them from engaging in a direct confrontation.

A battle between them would escalate into a realm-wide issue, a risk neither could afford.

Despite the urge within Micheal to retaliate, he maintained a calm exterior as Beelzebub took his seat on the newly manifested throne. The angels, proud beings accustomed to nobility, watched in silence, their disdain barely concealed.

Micheal, unable to conceal his skepticism, questioned Beelzebub's unexpected presence in the Light Realm, particularly within his own domain. as he sought an explanation.

Beelzebub, maintaining his composure, responded with a bit of arrogance, "I was on my way to meet someone in the Light Realm. As I passed through this domain, I sensed a familiar energy. I recognized the essence of the beast, so I took a detour and arrived here.

Along the way, a planet suddenly met its end by an angel, so I followed that angel, and he led me to this arena."

 Meanwhile, Loki, ever the provocateur, found amusement in the unfolding drama.

"I didn't recognize you at all, Beelzebub. What costume are you even wearing?" Loki quipped, unable to resist making light of the situation.

Beelzebub, unfazed by the comment, responded, "A place called Earth in the universe ruled by the family patriarchs from light realm, full of life and beings they called themselves human beings. They have a fascinating fashion sense. You should visit; it might help you with your ridiculous fashion sense."

The exchange between Loki and Beelzebub turned into a bizarre conversation filled with insults, both rulers finding amusement in their banter. Micheal and Gabriel, uninterested in the theatrics, observed with grim expressions.

Beelzebub eventually stopped insults on Loki and inquired about the origin of Zyphox's offspring, expressing surprise as the Dark Realm had banned them from breeding.

Loki, true to his mysterious nature, replied with a riddle, "If the door is closed, one should search for a window." 

Micheal, with a stern expression, directed his inquiry to the Overseer regarding Beelzebub's interference in the event and the apparent killing of the participants. He questioned whether such actions violated the rules established for the celestial battles.

The Overseer, a neutral arbiter of the cosmos, calmly responded, explaining that the rules applied only during the ongoing battles. Once a battle concluded, the rules no longer restricted the actions of the participants. It was a law that governed the dynamics of the celestial events.

Beelzebub, seizing the opportunity to clarify his actions, turned to Micheal and stated, "I have been here since that planet exploded. I waited until the beast won and ended it after the rules no longer applied to it. I am not an idiot, Micheal; even I should follow the rules employed by nature."

The Overseer, accepting Beelzebub's explanation, allowed him to stay and spectate the ongoing celestial event as an envoy from the Dark Realm. As the rulers fell silent, the Overseer, sensing the need to move forward, announced the commencement of the fourth round. 

-On the Platform-

Nova, intrigued by the presence of Beelzebub, sought to understand the identity of this mysterious figure. Turning to Jen and Em for insights, Em responded with a tale that echoed through their realms.

"The rivalry between Lord Micheal and the first prince of dark realm is an epic tale told in history," Em began. "Their conflict, like fire and water, spans the ages. As first-generation beings directly created by avatars of the Creator and the Destroyer, they clashed at every opportunity. However, when Samael, another powerful entity, Lord Micheal's blood brother joined forces with Beelzebub and embraced the dark energy and forsaken the path of life energy, the rivalry escalated into outright hatred."

Em continued, recounting the History of their clashes. "In the holy war, Micheal and Beelzebub fought neck to neck, leaving no clear victors. The debate on who would emerge triumphant in a rematch persists, shrouded in uncertainty". 

As the competition reached a critical juncture, Gabriel, feeling the weight of potential consequences, engaged in a strategic conversation with his trusted knight, General Azariel. The stakes were high, and Gabriel could not afford another defeat. Losing this round would not only jeopardize his standing but also erode his authority within his divine family.

Gabriel, with a sense of urgency, handed Azariel a weapon imbued with his own divine energy. The weapon carried the essence of Gabriel's power, a symbol of the archangel's determination to secure victory in this crucial round. He spoke to Azariel, his general and the Angel of Water Elemental, with conviction.

"Do not use this weapon until the last moment," Gabriel instructed. "We cannot afford to lose this round. My honor rests on you, my general Azariel."

Azariel, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly, acknowledging the responsibility placed upon his shoulders.

In response to Gabriel's strategic move, Loki, ever unpredictable, chose to send Behemoth into the arena. Behemoth, a creature exuding pure raw power and an ominous presence, presented a formidable challenge for Azariel and the forces aligned with Gabriel.

-Arena-

The Overseer announced, "Both the participants should enter the arena".

Let the battle begin.