Tiamat froze for a moment, all five of her heads tilting to the right as she pondered which divine artifact had emitted that light... It had actually withstood her all-out strike and saved the vampire's last surviving little bat after he had split into thousands of copies in an attempt to escape.
Tiamat glanced smugly at her containment barrier... Heh heh, who else could break through such a powerful defense?
Hadn't Bahamut just tested whether he could slip in and steal something? If it hadn't been utterly impossible, he wouldn't have simply left!
This vampire was pretty resourceful too, huh? One divine artifact after another... Although that meant she, Tiamat, was about to strike it rich, the cunning Chromatic Dragon Queen was also a little worried. Had she gotten herself tangled up in some major trouble?
Although she always acted outrageously arrogant, there were still a few fellows in Hell whom Tiamat preferred not to provoke. Otherwise, the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, would never have stripped her of her position as Archduke of Avernus, Hell's first layer, for failing to do her job.
Tiamat didn't think she had done anything wrong... Making a dragon who loved sleeping work diligently and keep an eye on others to make sure they didn't misbehave? Especially when they were all so devious they could stir up a whole mess of trouble in the blink of an eye?
Most importantly, why should she help devils resist demons? She had always been a dragon, and she would forever be nothing but a dragon. She certainly wasn't going to work herself to death for the Lord of Hell just to climb the ranks!
If someone insisted on giving her such important work, that wasn't her fault. It was Asmodeus's fault for insisting she do it.
Besides, hadn't