"Hmm, go after the kid...and there's no finding the way back...go after Faetera...and I'd leave the kid alone..." Z contemplated to himself as the scythe floated through the limbo that was the Veil.

"This is what I wanted no? Get to the veil...and return home to everyone...Why the hell am I...rethinking it now. Bah, get yourself together! The kid was just...a means to an end!" Z...No, Sly told himself.

A long pause of silence followed as the entrapped Devil pondered his options.

"Hah, I guess I'm not fully rotten through just yet...fucking hell." The scythe groaned, before suddenly sprouting skeletal arms and legs.

"Hold on tight kid, I'll fetch reinforcements!" He promised the empty void as a scythe with skeletal limbs swam like a frog through space and time.

Pondering to itself, what's come of its existence.