Delia watched Baal with a strange expression. "You knew all along that something was wrong with me?"
Baal shrugged indifferently. "Of course. Why would a princess of the Rage Demons marry a down-and-out royal like me?
Did you think I really hid on Earth because I was afraid of those assassins?
I just wanted to see whether your plans had anything to do with Earth.
But you turned down my invitation, insisted on staying to hold things together, and even brought in 500 Rage Demons to fight the assassins.
Honestly, you're more like a demon noble than I am!"
As he spoke, Baal looked at Alvin. "Boss, what Delia wants has nothing to do with humans. Once she explains herself, let her go."
Alvin looked sideways at Baal, who was pleading on her behalf. "What do you mean, it has nothing to do with humans?
She just wants more..."
Then Alvin looked at Delia and said nastily, "But for Baal's sake, as long as you explain everything, I'll give you a one-hour head start."
Delia lowered her head and was silent for a long time. At last, she looked up at Baal helplessly. "I never meant you any harm..."
As she spoke, a six-pointed star suddenly appeared on her forehead. A blue cross appeared on her lower back, and two pairs of black wings began to emerge from her shoulder blades. Then her entire presence began to change.
Visible waves of energy surged through Moloch's great hall. If Delia had seemed like a proper queen before, now she looked like a queen in her own right.
The genuine King of Moloch, Baal, looked like a guard in Delia's presence—or perhaps a waiter.
Stark took off his mask and whistled at Baal, who was utterly astonished. "Buddy, Alvin's right. No matter