"How stupid did I have to be to agree to become a Demon King in Hell for the Director of S.W.O.R.D.? You call this a performance?"
Hera looked at the blood and gore all over the ground with distaste. She was an elegant goddess—this kind of celebration was disgusting. Had she known, she would have gone to the World of Gods for the festivities instead.
"Hera, you've only just arrived in Hell. Of course you'll need some time to adjust."
Death smiled. "After a while, you'll come to love this sort of celebration. Chaos and slaughter are carved into the bones of Demon Kings."
"If it weren't for revenge, I would never have entered Hell."
Hera spoke with a disgusted expression. Death did not mind. Hera had once been the Queen, so it was perfectly normal for her to disdain Hell as some barbaric, primitive tribe.
Death was female, so Chthon had sent her to get close to Hera and build their relationship. It would help with what came later.
Although Hera disliked Death, she disliked the others even more. She looked across the way and asked, "The atmosphere over there seems a little off, doesn't it?"
Across from Hera, Demon, the Power Demon King, and the Fallen Demon King were confronting one another. Death said, "Don't worry. At worst, they'll start fighting. It's no big deal."
"And fighting is no big deal?"
Hera grumbled. Death smiled. "In Hell, as long as no one dies, nothing else is a big deal."
Elsewhere, the Power Demon King arrogantly said, "Where's the Mechanical Demon King? Didn't he come? One loser I defeated, and another piece of trash the Mechanical Demon King killed several times—I have no interest in either of you."
Both Demon and the Fallen Demon King flew into a rage