Belphegor whispered, this information is hardly a secret, he had already learned it during his days of conflict with Asmodeus.
When all emotions were dissected, what remained for Asmodeus as a Devil was only those evil aspects, no wonder she was so madly detestable.
"Belphegor, why do you love humans?"
Asmodeus suddenly asked again, then flashed a playful smile, "Is it a nostalgic attachment to the past?"
Belphegor did not answer, while Asmodeus burst into wild laughter, mocking him mercilessly, "You are indeed the weakest among us."
Asmodeus's laughter was abruptly cut off, a powerful arm clasped her throat, and with the force exerted by the wrist, the sound of bones cracking echoed. Asmodeus did not feel pain from this, instead, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with excitement, meeting Belphegor's gaze.
Belphegor's eyes were cold as an ice cellar, but eventually, he loosened his grip. No matter how many times he twisted Asmodeus's neck, he could not truly kill her.
