Good News: There's a Master; Bad News: It's in His Stomach

The Abyss, fifth layer.

The sky was a dark-red dome of flesh.

Dark-yellow grease mixed with blood, dripping from the inverted flesh walls.

Plop.

It gathered into a river that gave off a sweet, cloying stench of blood.

Inside the luxurious Divine Temple, Asmodeus lounged against the Bone Throne, lazily swirling a cup of scarlet liquid in his hand.

It wasn't wine.

It was Origin blood freshly squeezed from an angel's heart.

The Void Mirror before him rippled.

A gigantic, ugly mouth that filled the entire image suddenly slammed into the mirror.

"Asmodeus!!"

The roar was mixed with the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The few succubi in the corner of the Divine Temple shuddered and buried their heads in their wings.

"You damned liar!"

"And you still have the nerve to contact me?"

A teeth-grating chewing sound came from the other side of the mirror.

"Last time, you tricked me into going to Blue Star, and the Mother Goddess woke up!"

"I almost got swallowed along with those worthless fish!!"

The other side of the mirror showed the Ninth Layer of the Abyss, Gluttony Hell.

Across Beelzebub's mountain-like, bloated mass of flesh, thousands of human faces roared furiously at once, spraying saliva until the image blurred.

Asmodeus did not wipe it away.

He merely took an elegant sip of the blood-red liquid in his cup.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, his smile perfectly measured.

His smile grew gentler, like a human trafficker coaxing a mentally deficient child.

"Don't be so hasty, Old Nine."

"That was an accident. Who could have expected Yang Yu to be so slippery? Not only did he escape, he even made off with all those Void Whales you raised."

At the words "Void Whales,"

Beelzebub's chewing abruptly stopped.

His enormous mountain of flesh