"Too late." said Beelzebub.
A loud humming ensued, followed by both boats being suddenly lifted out of the sea of slime by a large, steel pedestal that arose from underneath them. It climbed higher and higher from the sea until it reached a small building that had been built on supports overlooking the suffering. A bridge then self-produced from said building, making a safe connection from the boat elevator to it.
"Let's have a little talk with you trespassers..." hissed Beelzebub. He did not look happy.
"I've got this, guuuys..." whispered Asmodeus to Bran, before merrily skipping across the bridge.