"Hello, I'm Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez. I trust you've already seen the High Tower that landed in the middle of the battlefield, haven't you?"
"Hello, I'm Schiller Rodriguez. Did you see the High Tower that fell earlier? Did you sense the power of the souls upon it?"
"Hello, I'm Schiller..."
"Hello..."
Many identical voices rang out within the palaces of the various Demon Lords. One Schiller after another appeared before them, becoming honored guests in their courts.
Naturally, every fragment of Schiller's soul was tremendously enticing. But all the Demon Lords could see that if a single soul fragment was already so tempting, then obtaining all of them...
Hell covered a vast area and had countless Demon Lords, but there were not many Demon Lords of true renown. To become a famous Demon Lord, one either needed extraordinarily vast territory or immense personal power. More often than not, both were required.
To acquire both, one could either be ancient enough, like the demon Belial, having claimed territory early and developed it over a long period, thus naturally becoming stronger; or one could be powerful enough, like Azazel, undefeated in his conquests across Hell, and thus famous by default.
All these renowned Demon Lords had their eyes on Satan's throne, but they had not acted immediately because none wanted to be the first to stick their neck out and risk being attacked by everyone else.
This time, Astro had made his move, and many Demon Lords began contacting one another, seeking to join forces and defeat him.
They knew that as long as Lucifer did not appear, they were virtually unrestrained and could freely develop their own power. But if Astro took the throne, they would inevitably be suppressed, perhaps even destroyed.
When survival was at stake, demons were rather united. Many