Beelzebub's dozen or so eyes instantly widened. He stared at Bruce before him as if he had seen a ghost, a pitch-black demonic shadow rising into the air as an incredulous roar of fury echoed from the top of the mage tower.
"Batman, are you insane?!!!!"
Bruce picked at his ear and said, "I'm not insane. I just figured you probably wouldn't be pleased if I had a bunch of human children attend your celebration, but I really couldn't get away. It just so happens that I have a celebration here too, so why not bring everyone together for some fun? What do you say?"
Andrew, standing beside Schiller, looked at the Demon Monarch floating in midair, his jaw nearly dropping in shock. Schiller folded his arms and tapped lightly against them with his fingertips. "The one Bruce contracted with before hasn't responded to him in a long time. I think he may want to find another Demon Monarch to support him."
"But there was no need to summon him directly here!" Andrew roared. Then he looked around at the drunken Demon Generals wreaking havoc everywhere, while the apprentices in his mage tower screamed and ran for their lives. Helplessly, he said, "Dr. Schiller, you truly took in quite the disciple. My mage tower can't withstand this kind of abuse."
"Relax, Master Andrew. Think about it: how many Archmages throughout history have had the honor of receiving birthday congratulations from a Demon Monarch in person?" Schiller said with a smile.
Andrew froze briefly. The white-bearded mage's eyes shifted, then he chuckled and said, "That's true. Dr. Schiller, you truly took in quite the disciple."
"Do you think I'm like Belial and his family? I have no interest in the human world, and I don't need any human agents. Get lost,"