An XIII symbol glowed on the throne where Thirteen sat.
The other members of the Order of the Apocalypse also sat on their respective thrones inside the conference room.
Contrary to the calmness they feigned, they could feel their heart constrict from anxiety. After all, Thirteen had just declared that another battle would soon take place, and joining or not was up to them.
"How ironic," Beelzebub said with a smile. "We were once invaders of this world, yet here we are, gathering to discuss whether we'll help defend it against the Infernals."
"I know what you mean, Beelzebub," Zagan commented. "Fate is really a wicked mistress."
The corner of Thirteen's lips twitched after hearing the forbidden word. If only he could erase it from the world's dictionary and never hear of it for the rest of his existence.
The Jinns inside the conference room couldn't help but smile after hearing colleagues say such things.
