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What lay beyond the light they'd entered had been far stranger than anyone could have imagined; a hallway where space was time, and walking a foot could mean changing the very era you were in. Once they'd passed through this bending reality, they'd found doors that opened into a dozen other worlds...although 'doors' was only a metaphor. There were cracks here or there, and each had slipped into another realm, allowing one to enter; and also, for one to leave. It was this latter foible that had made the Corridor so much more dangerous for the group, when a familiar looking figure from their past had emerged, warped by whatever reality he had come from. And so with the World Serpent they'd charged ahead, finally diving into the waiting realm of the past, but where they were landing now was for anyone to imagine, and the others had slipped out of sight long before Bel's feet finally touched the ground. When they finally did, he realized he was in a crouching position, one hand over the hat that carefully hung over his head. He slowly stood from his crouching position, stretching long enough to make sure he wasn't going to pull anything before looking around.

It seemed they weren't lucky enough to land in a different decade from the decaying World Serpent, and while he should have been a little more upset about that, there was only one thing that continued to cross the young Bel's mind. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle." A cool smile spread across his lips as he casually avoided Jorm's angry tone and took a much lighter approach to their conversation, harkening back to a movie that both he and Jorm probably shouldn't have remembered. It was amazing what strange vintage items had survived the oncoming corruption, and one of them may have been a movie that seemed tailor made for their situation. The fact that he got to aggravate one of the deadlier enemies of their lifetime, who was hellbent on getting some revenge for an incident he hadn't yet cared to explain, was just a small plus.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding." Bel glared at Jormungandr, taking a stance as the enormous beast coiled and lunged forward, pushing them back with an incredibly amount of weight and force; this was a beast that was said to circle the Earth with it's enormous body, there was no way it could hit for anything less. Bel however managed to keep his footing as he slid backwards, hands pushing back to avoid being ground under the scales of the snake. "Nobody told me you died. I saw you fighting to hold back the Corruption with my own eyes. The World Serpent I know is dead." Bel planted his right foot, shifting his left forward as he thrust out an open palm; and suddenly a tornado blew through, tearing through the area and passing Bel unharmed as it spun out of control towards the Norse monster.

"As the Prince of Bel, I'll offer you forgiveness only once...for old times sake." Although the words rang with the sound of old ties, the lips of the serpentine man curled into a sly grin after he'd spoken. "Surrender now, and ask for forgiveness...and you can have, in the afterlife." It was clear now that Bel didn't treat this monster like the Jorm he'd known in his world, and if he'd led anyone on (which he'd certainly meant to do), that was dashed now as he taunted the creature once again with another cool smirk. "I might even build a little shrine to your honor. I'll have your dad bless the opening."

"The smell alone is unbearable." Bel shook his head as he took in his unpleasant surroundings, arms spread to either side to push back and resist the crushing force of the World Serpent's gullet. He'd jested at this deformed snake's plight initially to entertain himself, but even someone of his rank had to take the threat of the Jormungandr's toxin seriously. The chances that Jormungandr would spit him out of his own volition were slim to none, and that meant that he had to coax a response from the beast, even if he had to get a little rough to do it. Ultimately, it looked like violence alone was going to settle this situation, but it wasn't something that Bel was totally unaccustomed to.

"You think you're a monster?" Power began to well up in the spear of Bel as he focused his mind, gathering power to escape from the crushing innards of the other devious snake of Norse fame. Their initial powers may have been rooted in a similar source, but Jormungandr had made one mistake in taking him for a simple demon or worse, a lone and handsome human being; he'd underestimated Bel, and had no idea just what sort of powers Bel had received upon inheriting his powers. There was no similarity between the two anymore, because while Jorm was a vicious snake capable of destroying the world, Bel had inherited the strength of dozens of demons fit to rule it. Both were born to be demons...but only one of them could be King. "You don't know what a real monster looks like! Aaggggggggh!" The power swelled around Bel as his eyes changed color, though there was no one to see it, and his entire body heated up as demonic flames vented from every direction out of his body, and poured through the World Serpent with enough power to purge entire cities from the face of the earth. These were the Flames of Sodom, unspeakable fires inherited from a powerful demon who once vied for the throne of hell. It was capable of purging whole nations from the land of the living...and with any luck, it would teach the World Serpent a thing or two about purging of his own, as well.