"Bastard..."
Beelzebub rose from his throne, one horned eye socket hollowed, ripped out to make room for the profaned eye. Once a rival among demon princes. Now the undisputed strongest. A candidate for the Demon King himself.
And it was all because of one man.
Cael Arden. The mortal foolish enough to summon a demon prince as his first summoning. The mortal who somehow knew the true name of another fellow prince. The first mortal in centuries to earn the obsession of a demon lord.
"He dares disobey my orders."
The dark palace shook with his voice alone.
"I gave him one of my artifacts, freely, to see where he would end up. And he chooses to live as a mere married mortal?"
Beelzebub's fury coiled through the throne room like smoke.
"Bring me War."
His generals existed for moments like this. Apocalyptic entities, each one, shaping reality to fit their namesake. War, in particular, had a talent for breaking what others had built.
