The two gazed once more at the approaching storm from afar. Beelzebub spoke softly, "Bologue went in. He might go farther than King Soro did. What do you think will happen next?"
"No matter what happens, the conflicts between us will never end."
Mammon wasn't thinking as far ahead. He was more focused on what was about to happen, "The situation has escalated. I need you to go see him and get him to cooperate with our next moves."
"Him? You think that proud Morning Star would listen to either of us?" Beelzebub felt like he'd just heard an enormous joke.
Among the blood kin, if Leviathan's mystery and cunning made Beelzebub wary, then the proud Morning Star simply made Beelzebub uncomfortable.
He was always above it all, considering himself the sovereign of all things, but in truth, he was merely a devil with slightly stronger power.
Like Beelzebub, Mammon, and Leviathan, his essence was still that of a slave.
"He has to listen," Mammon said sternly.
