Almost all the demon kings before Satan died in battle, and despite his unconventional life, Satan (or was is Sadao? He honestly wasn't sure which he was at this point.) had been no exception. Wrapped in the tattered remains of his cloak, bleeding still from his wounds, the demon strode onto the train. So this was death? It wasn't so bad. He almost had to laugh.

"So this is it? A temporary setback at worst! I WILL rise again!"

He chose a seat and sat down in it as if it were a mighty throne from which he was going to deliver judgement on the souls of the damned.