In Detroit, Michigan, Gates sat in the reinforced command vehicle that served as his mobile headquarters during the ongoing demonic crisis. Unlike the military personnel struggling with uncertainty, Gates felt no confusion about the announcement's implications.
His smile was sharp and satisfied as he read the notification for the third time, savouring the knowledge that others couldn't access.
"Second Order Beast," Gates murmured with obvious appreciation.
Arthur, you magnificent bastard. Gates thought, a smile forming on his face. He didn't dare let that thought out, lest the superior-rank demon protecting them think he was rebelling.
His confidence wasn't based on speculation or hopeful thinking. It was grounded in an understanding of Arthur's capabilities that exceeded anyone else's assessment. Gates had witnessed power demonstrations that convinced him Arthur could achieve virtually anything he wanted.
