As for whether the burning Scorching Flame would draw Lathander here, that was even less Rosero's concern.
For him, fleeing at top speed the moment Lathander appeared was a right he possessed as a devil duke.
Among the countless rules circulating through Hell, not one forbade devils from abandoning all resistance and running for their lives when the Dawn Lord appeared.
Compared to dignity, which devils did not possess in the first place, keeping Lathander's gaze from falling upon Hell was what they most needed to do.
Rosero lightly tugged at his robe and checked his shoes... The instant the Dawn Lord appeared, before that fragment of Glasya publicly declared who she was, he had to take off immediately.
He would wander around other worlds first.
Although "Aislin" had hinted at her true identity in all sorts of ways, she was indeed still using the name Aislin. That was Rosero's greatest opportunity.
Devils were meant to die for their liege... As for whether they could survive after fighting with everything they had, that depended on whether subordinates like them had prepared well enough.
But a liege whose identity had not been exposed, who had not assumed the air of a master and ordered them around, could at certain times be treated as nonexistent.
Rosero also knew that if this wisp of Glasya's soul managed to return to its original body, his future days would not be pleasant.
But... it would not cost him his life.
Glasya was fairly reasonable in that regard.
As long as he spoke sweetly enough and his excuses were passable, after tormenting Rosero for a thousand years or so, she would still put him to use again.
After all, Rosero did not believe there was another candidate in Glasya's Succubus Palace better suited to serve as