Belphegor picked up the drink, cleared his throat, and resumed his eerie speech.
"Bologue, I like you. You are different from many others; they see the Devil and react as if bearing a deep-seated hatred, unable to hear a word I say, eager to leave or even give me a stab."
Belphegor smiled at Bologue, now wearing Ewen's face, "You're different; you listen to me seriously, contemplating the relationship between us."
"Actually, I've always felt humans greatly misunderstood the Devil..."
"You are merely slaves to power," Bologue said indifferently, "bound wish machines, each and every one of you."
"That's right, you can understand it that way. Regardless of the disasters we cause, at the root, it all starts with human desire."
Belphegor pursed his lips, "See, the guilty ones are not Devils, but humans... We just fiddled a bit with things along the way."
