What could Demogorgon do?
In his entire life, even during the time when his biological parents had abandoned him in a filthy corner because of his ugliness and stripped him of his status as a demon prince, he had only suffered a little. He had never had to endure anything.
Even when he had been cast into the filthiest, bloodiest region of the Bottomless Abyss, Demogorgon had carved out a place for himself through his formidable strength.
Before Demogorgon had taken complete control of the Demon's Gullet, it had originally been where the great lords of the Abyss threw what they considered "trash."
There had been countless monsters inside.
Yet Demogorgon had made those utterly mindless, irrational monsters kneel at his feet, relying on nothing but his overwhelming power.
Every last one of them had been beaten into submission... The Abyss had never believed in one-on-one fights.
A Demogorgon like that, even though the Bottomless Abyss's schemes had prevented him from truly becoming the Lord of Demons, and even with an asshole like Graz'zt causing trouble at his side, had still lived as arrogantly as ever.
It was not as though Demogorgon had never endured anything... It just depended on who he was facing, right?
With a Lathander sitting beside him, he would certainly behave himself and do whatever he could.
Even if Ao—no, even if Shar and Selûne showed up, he would restrain himself a little.
But an Undead?
The reason Undead irritated Demons was because of their collective strength.
This little jumping-bean thing... It could not represent all Undead!
Demogorgon's silence was deafening.
Graz'zt, who knew him extremely well, instantly got what he was thinking. "Just think of this Undead as one of Lathander's chosen. Can you endure it a little now?"
Demogorgon, who had not cared much