"
Both of you need to stop you're babbling while the king is in distress."
Darkness began to erupt from the ground around Asmodeus, completely covering him. Somehow, his ability to move was completely removed as space violently folded around him. From the darkness...
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No No... What is this pest...?" He could feel somebody's hands coiling around him. "
You spilled your blood... On the king's ground..." Said the man as the shadows slowly cleared, a humanoid form appeared.
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...I don't know who you are. Frankly, I don't care." The man's grip around Asmodeus tightened rapidly as the ground around them began to corrode. "
I can excuse the debauchery the king's guests partake in... But for you, a mere uninvited pest... No, your less than a pest. Your a sentient atom floating around."
"SHIT! WE'VE GOT A CODE: BLACK! AHZAD'S PISSED OFF AGAIN!" Mordred shouted out, numerous demonic guards arming themselves with the best weapon and armor that they could find.
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Give me a single reason I shouldn't erase you from existence."
He wasn't joking. The Dark Demon was so much stronger than Pride that it would be seen as a joke to even compare them to each other... And the fact that the other servants of Belial were so frightened by his anger spoke to his character.
He never said anything he didn't mean. A single wrong word would spell Asmodeus's demise.