After seeing Teddy and John off, Dante left the Federal Bureau of Investigation Academy.
The subsequent surveillance work was directly handed over to the Internal Affairs Department.
Such a small matter surely wouldn't require him to personally oversee it, right?
What he was more interested in was the origin of this power.
Or what it came from?
With such an unknown power capable of creating life lurking in an unknown corner, Dante always felt a bit uneasy even when sleeping, needing someone to hug him.
Then he opened a portal and arrived in Los Angeles.
Why come to this place?
Because the room key card Ada gave him…
It wasn't for the Hilton Hotel in Washington, but in Los Angeles.
Even booking a room had that distinct FBI Agent flair, emphasizing the unexpected.
However, it was still early, so Dante decided to sit at LUX for a bit.
Thus, his landing spot was in a small alley next to LUX.
After circling to the front, he pushed the door open.
The entire bar was empty at this time, with only Mazikeen idly wiping glasses at the bar.
"Oh, isn't this my favorite demon, Ms. Mazikeen?" Dante sat down at the bar and tapped the counter. "One Tennessee whiskey, with the evil Fire of Hell."
"Sorry, dear human, our bar is only open to demons and sinners from Hell." Maizi rolled her eyes. "If you really want a drink, pour it yourself."
"With your service, you'll go bankrupt sooner or later, losing even your underwear."
Dante pouted, fished an ice ball from the ice bucket, and put it into a glass.
Then he picked up a newly opened bottle of Tennessee whiskey from the counter and poured a full glass.
"Go bankrupt then, we don't rely on this bar to survive anyway."
Mazikeen shrugged, then moved back a step.
As a result, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes crawled out from under the bar counter.
"Thank you for your service, newcomer."
Mazikeen winked, wiped the corner of the young man's mouth, then patted his face, telling him to leave.
"Fresh, good in bed, and not clingy." Mazikeen also picked up a glass and poured herself a vodka. "You humans still have some redeeming qualities, at least in this regard, you're much better than most demons."
"Six." Dante rolled his eyes. "Next time, could you give me a heads-up? Someone suddenly crawling out from under there, I thought you gave birth."
Dante wasn't disgusted by Mazikeen's behavior.
There was nothing he could do, this was her nature.
Demons live true to their desires.
No souls, live for the moment.
This is the commonality of all demons.
Including Lucifer, although he is a fallen Angel, after spending a long time with demons, he has more or less been infected with this habit.
"Alright, Agent Dante of the Federal Bureau of Investigation suddenly gracing our little bar, what for? People like you don't show up without a reason."
"Is it possible that I'm just on vacation and came for a drink?" Dante took a sip of his drink, then asked, "Speaking of which, where's Lucifer?"
"See? You said you had no purpose." Mazikeen pointed to the door. "After all, he's your Federal Bureau of Investigation consultant now. Since yesterday, Lucifer has been out on a case with Chloe and hasn't returned."
"The branch office is even busier than someone from the main office like me?" Dante sighed. "It seems that grassroots work isn't easy."
"Are you some retired high-ranking official who just popped out of nowhere?"
Mazikeen complained.
From a demon's perspective, a powerful being like Dante being so approachable…
It was a miraculous thing.
The two chatted for the duration of two drinks when the door suddenly pushed open.
Dante turned his head, expecting Lucifer to return, but instead, a group of passersby filed in.
All kinds of people.
There were homeless people from the street.
There were office workers in suits and ties.
There were special workers with cheap makeup.
A total of fifty or sixty people entered.
Their only commonality was…
They didn't look like normal living people.
After all, no living person would calmly watch their hand rot halfway and then put the maggots crawling out into their mouth.
And the last person was holding a baby.
A baby enveloped in holy light, with a pair of small wings faintly visible behind him.
Dante looked at Mazikeen, only to find her looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
"Are these strange people your acquaintances?"
"Strange and familiar? Yes, no problem. People? Absolutely not." Mazikeen flipped over the bar counter, her hands now holding two claw daggers made of demon metal.
"You scum! Instead of staying put in Hell, you collectively possessed recently deceased people and came to the human world? Do you think I can't control you? Or Lucifer can't control you?"
"We certainly accept the rule of our Lord Lucifer… but the current Lucifer has long lost interest in managing Hell!" The "person" holding the baby stepped forward. "We will enthrone this Angel's child as the new Lord of Hell, allowing Hell to once again become a paradise where we can do as we please!"
Mazikeen frowned.
With the throne of Hell vacant, demons could indeed enthrone a new King and gain authority.
"But you shouldn't have kidnapped Amanadiel and Linda's child." Mazikeen charged forward without hesitation. "They are some of my few friends."
Although these Hell demons were uncoordinated in their initial possession of human bodies, their power was real.
While Mazikeen was almost at the top of the demon hierarchy, these dozens of demons were all high-ranking demons.
So Mazikeen quickly fell into a bitter struggle.
"Dante! Help!" Mazikeen's two fists were no match for a hundred hands, she was punched away by a demon and slid next to Dante. "I beg you… friend."
"See? I told you to go in headfirst." Dante finished his last sip of wine. "If you had asked for my help directly from the start, would I not have helped?"
After speaking, the three Lantern Rings lit up simultaneously.
The combat power of these high-ranking demons was not to be underestimated, if he only used one Lantern Ring, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with them.
Most importantly, the child was still in their hands.
That was the first child of an Angel and a human, if those demons truly used him to usurp the throne of Hell, the human world would undoubtedly suffer a hundred percent.
Something like an indefinite opening of the Hell Gate…
The common people would be utterly doomed.
So it was still…
What obstructs me, soy milk stewed noodles!
Mazikeen looked at the suddenly materialized three-colored giant and breathed a sigh of relief.
This combat power… was he really just a human with the status of an old god?
The high-ranking demons were like insects before the giant, obliterated with a single strike.
Even their remaining bodies were completely incinerated by the crimson blood flame, leaving no ash behind.
Mazikeen also seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and performed a demonic instant hell kill on the high-ranking demon holding the baby.
Then she successfully snatched the baby back, held him in her arms, and gently coaxed him.
Such a tender expression…
Yet it appeared on the face of the female demon who governed Hell's punishments and torments.
Forming a stark contrast with the corpse behind her, which had been flayed into a bloody mess.
(To be continued.)