The Lust Demon God saw the other take on its appearance. Its huge mouth, packed with fine teeth, curled disdainfully as it said irritably:
"Do I even have a choice?"
"You lot treated me as nothing more than a cultivation vessel for nurturing the Sacred Body's divinity, yet you never considered what would happen to me after the True Demon Sacred Body was born!"
"That was an unavoidable risk." Having already transformed into Lust's likeness, the Jealousy Demon God shook its neck, making the tentacled head that had burst open like a chrysanthemum sway incessantly. "You were there when we discussed the plan. And now you're complaining your heart out, acting all wronged..."
Hearing this, the Lust Demon God stopped looking at Jealousy and turned its neck back. The spread-out fleshy tentacles drew together once more, piecing themselves into a complete head.
Its gaze fell upon the Final Stage, upon the succubus prince floating in midair, his body wreathed in pale flames.
"Abhoth is destined to die!"
"Once the target that needs suppressing is gone, can't you see what will become of us, the suppressors?"
"When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting hounds get cooked?" Jealousy extended a hand, picked a finger from among its densely packed knuckles, and idly played with the fleshy tentacles spreading out from its head. "Of course I understand that, but it isn't inevitable."
"Just like how Abhoth sensed danger from us back then, yet mistook it for an opportunity for Promotion."
"The ever-rushing Fate River is always full of variables."
"That's your understanding. It has nothing to do with me." The Lust Demon God left behind those final words.
After that, like a pitiable woman repeatedly deceived by a heartless man, it no longer responded.
The Jealousy Demon God made a few more remarks,