II + 

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred years passed. + 

Beelzebub did not count the time. Around him spread black darkness and dead silence. He lay immovable, trying not to think of what had happened, yet he could not help thinking, and he helplessly hated him who had caused his ruin. + 

Then suddenly⁠—and he did not remember, nor know how many hundred years elapsed⁠—he heard above his head sounds resembling the trampling of feet, groans, cries, and the gnashing of teeth. + 

Beelzebub lifted his head and listened. + 

That Hell could be reestablished after the victory of Jesus, Beelzebub could not believe; and yet the trampling, the groans, the cries and gnashing of teeth grew louder and louder. + 

Beelzebub raised his body and doubled up his hairy legs with their overgrown hoofs. To his astonishment the fetters fell off of themselves, and flapping his liberated wings he gave that signal whistle by which in former times he gathered his servants and helpers around him. + 

He had hardly time to draw breath, when from an opening overhead red flames glared, and a crowd of devils hustling each other, rushed through the hole into the basement and seated themselves round Beelzebub like birds of prey round carrion. + 

These devils were big and small, stout and thin, with long and with short tails, with horns pointed straight and crooked. + 

One of them⁠—naked, but for a cape thrown over his shoulders⁠—of a shining black color, with a round hairless face, and with an enormous pendulous belly, sat on his heels in front of Beelzebub and turned up and down his fiery eyeballs, continuously smiling and regularly wagging his long thin tail from side to side. + 