Despair Descends!

"Is there any point in arguing about this now?"

Lucifugus's voice held no emotion. It was like a pool of stagnant water, impossible to read for joy or anger.

His gaze, hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, slowly swept over every lord present. Even these lawless Demon Gods felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

"The Heavenly Lord has escaped. That is already a fact."

"Given his rigid and inflexible personality, the first thing he will purge is undoubtedly our Abyss."

"You're all blaming each other here now. Are you waiting for him to come knocking, hang us one by one on the walls of the Pantheon, and display us as spoils of war?"

Lucifugus's words were like a basin of ice water poured over the hearts of every lord.

Indeed.

What use was arguing now?

That Old Freaks would not spare them just because they were fighting among themselves.

"Then... what should we do?"

Belial, who represented "sloth," sprawled listlessly across the table and yawned.

"How about... we surrender?"

"Doesn't that old birdman like Order? We can pretend to submit to him and serve as his dogs. Once he's bound by the Laws again or dies of old age, we can simply rebel."

"Surrender?!"

The moment Samael heard this, he flared up again and slammed a palm onto the table, making Belial's head bob.

"Belial! Is your brain full of shit?!"

"We are the Abyss! We are the embodiment of chaos! You want us to obey those birdmen's bullshit Order?!"

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"Exactly!" the Succubus Queen chimed in with a delicate laugh. "Besides, do you really think that stubborn old fool would trust us? I'm afraid the moment we surrendered, he'd purify us all."

"Then what do you suggest?" Belial rolled