Azazel was quite pleased.
Ever since the start of the god-war, he hadn't been this cheerful.
In the majestic Demon God Palace, the esteemed Seventh Demon God held a melon in one hand and a labyrinth guide in the other, grinning as he watched one Evil God after another being tossed in.
Following Belial from the Abyss Myth's entrance, it was as if some switch had been flipped, and more sealed entities were thrown in.
Inside the palace, Azazel's gloating voice boomed:
"Yo! Isn't this Valak, Leviathan's lackey? You're here too? Why the long face, where's your legion? Hey, hey, your expression keeps worsening whenever I mention the legion. Could it be the elves wiped them out?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at who we've got here? Isn't this Andre Anfu, supposedly the most beautiful Evil God in the abyss? What a gorgeous tail feather! Wait, not right—how did half of your tail feather get burnt? Hey hey... it's all singed and crusty."
