The small, glowing sphere sat on Noah's desk, vibrating with dark energy. As Noah's voice echoed in the room, the seal on the sphere dissolved.
A plume of black smoke spiraled upward, solidifying into the form of the demon Beelzebub.
In the previous battle, the demon had been a nightmare of teeth and shadow. Now, however, Beelzebub stood before Noah with his head bowed. The arrogance that usually defined a high-ranking demon was completely gone.
Beelzebub could still feel the phantom pressure of the crown Noah had worn earlier. That crown did not merely represent authority. It carried a weight that seemed to surpass even the laws of the universe.
Beelzebub was a half-step Transcended being, a creature that could usually ignore the threats of mortals. Yet he knew with absolute certainty that Noah could have erased his existence with a single thought. It was not just power. It was an absolute hierarchy.
"What do you want to talk about, sir?" the demon asked.
