Graz'zt knew one thing very well: for Demon Lords like them, having someone like Demogorgon ahead of them was not entirely without its benefits.
Of course, that only applied until he, Graz'zt, qualified to become the Abyssal Lord.
Competitors out in the open, watchers lurking in the shadows—as long as Demogorgon was still brazenly sitting there, none of them would make Graz'zt their primary target.
Although he would show no mercy if he had a chance to kill Demogorgon, when circumstances demanded a measure of restraint, Graz'zt still understood the value of that ugly baboon.
More importantly, having fought Demogorgon for so long, Graz'zt understood better than anyone how terrifyingly shrewd he actually was.
Even his most irritable, least patient head was more intelligent than the average Abyss Lord.
Heh~ Didn't the fates of the two successive Succubus Queens prove all that?
Never mind the previous queen, whose devious schemes had ultimately landed her in the Black Prison. As for the current one, Mishukant... although Graz'zt had no good intentions himself, the fact that she had gone so mad as to merge with Waukeen was probably largely because Demogorgon had driven her to it.
She wanted to exploit Demogorgon's authority and obtain demonic power from him... yet she despised his ugliness and even looked down on the children she had borne him. Did she really think Demogorgon was just a baboon?
Graz'zt was merely happy to watch Demogorgon lose face. That did not mean he failed to understand that Mishukant's struggles were all in vain.
Succubi, hah~
If they truly believed beauty and slander alone could make Abyss Lords fight for them, they were dreaming.
Just look at Demogorgon before him. How cold and composed he was!
He was nothing like the raging figure he presented to the public, nor