"Demon King?"
Ivan scoffed and shouted, "Move out! Attack the Royal City! Kill every demon that dares stand in our way. This is the Boss's territory!"
"Kill!"
The three legions roared in unison and marched on Fallen Hell's Royal City. The Fallen Angels and demons fighting among themselves were alarmed at the sight. They hesitated for a moment, then fought even more fiercely.
Indeed, they did not go to defend the Royal City. Instead, their fighting intensified. The reason was simple: there was only one way to save Fallen Hell, and that was to become the new Demon King.
The problem was that everyone wanted to become the new Demon King, and no one was willing to give way.
What, the bigger picture? The demons would ask what the hell that was. Could they eat it?
"I wonder if any of them are smart enough."
Ivan gazed at the approaching Royal City as he spoke. A succubus beside him asked, "Ivan, what do you mean?"
"With the forces Fallen Hell has, there's no way they can stop our army. They only have two options."
Ivan said, "First, enter the Royal Palace and become the new Demon King. But that's difficult, because everyone wants to become Demon King, and no one is willing to back down.
"Incidentally, that path is a dead end. A new Demon King could never be a match for the Boss.
"Second, join us. We can't become the Demon King of Fallen Hell, so we need to install a puppet.
"A puppet willing to hand over fifty percent of their hell authority and obediently follow the Boss's orders.
"That's the only real way to survive. The question is whether any demon will realize it."
Ivan hoped someone would be that smart. With an insider helping them, taking