Chapter CCXXXV: The Plan ~Grimace Death

"My Lord, these star-like vehicles are powerful," Grimace Death argued.

He had explained what he had seen to Belphagor but the lord was unsure on the idea.
"Why do we need these...‘Power Star’ thingies, if we have the power of Dark Magik?" the lord of the underworld paced back and forth.
"Yes, I see what you’re saying, my lord, but these stars are very powerful. They are way stronger then us and way stronger then any-"
"YOU FOOL!" Belphagor bellowed right in front of the kneeling Grimace Death. Their faces were so close, Grimace Death even felt some spit landing on his face. He shuddered. "Do you dare to question my power? Dare to tell me I’m not stronger them some worthless star?"
"I-I’m sorry my lord," GD stuttered, "but I just meant that it might the strongest power in the human world, and their universe beyond, but here, you are easily the strongest. And you cannot leave the underworld; this is a way to send a strong power into the human world, if we build one of these that is..."
"Ok, I see your point."

GD was surprised, as the giant demon had already calmed down, and befriended him slightly on the whole idea.

"But how will we get one?"
"Let’s ask a lawyer," GD suggested. "They're smart and there's a whole bunch of ‘em down here."
"Fine. Minion, grab a few lawyers - we have some questioning to do."

A little black creature scurried off only to come back in a few minutes with six lawyers bound and gagged. Questions were asked, about what it was, and how they could get one, but none of the lawyers knew anything, until one spoke up.
"Well, "he started, "it's called a Mobile Suit. The government was building one but it has since been destroyed. I was fighting against them in a case for the discovery rights, some astronaut saw them on a trip to Pluto and the feds stole his idea."
"Can you teach us how to build it?" GD asked.
"No, I’m sorry, I, uh, I can't," the lawyer shook his head.
Belphagor raised his arm and shot a bolt of dark light at one of the lawyers. He screamed in pain as his face withered away and his body melted. He was still alive however, because one can't die in hell…
"O-On, s-second thought..." the lawyer stammered, "I can try to help you, just please don't hurt me…"
"Help us build this thing, and you'll be fine," Belphagor said.

He then instructed his minion to go a find some mechanics; they were going to need all the help they could get…