Lucifer and company have reached the Underworld. 
The place Beelzebub brings them to is a graveyard: a swirling whirlpool of despair, regret, and malice. 
Lucifer and Xaphan enter the fray in search of the device to control Surgat, but...
You're not getting away, 
you filthy little fly.
No escaparás, sucia mosca.
No escaparás, sucia mosca.
Ne crois pas t’en sortir comme ça,
insecte insignifiant.
Non mi sfuggirai, piccola mosca oscena.
Você não fugirá, sua mosca nojenta.