Hill suddenly realized something: he knew Demogorgon was behind the Ixitxachitl, but Umberlee might not.
Whether the Sahuagin god knew was another matter. No—he definitely did.
Devils always had good sources of information.
Even without allies, Sekolah would have well-informed Archdevils in Hell who sent him news just for the entertainment. After all, the Ixitxachitl had followed the Demon Prince because his Sahuagin had bullied them so relentlessly.
The Ixitxachitl knew only Water Law magic. Against the Sahuagin, whose resistance to it was unmatched, they stood no chance.
Given the Devils' cunning and silver tongues, luring the nearly brainless Umberlee into a trap would hardly be difficult.
If Umberlee had enough foresight to see what would come of working with an Evil God from Hell, she would never have fallen so low.
Sekolah was probably after Umberlee's Sharkfolk creations. Compared with the diminutive Sahuagin, the Sharkfolk's towering bodies made excellent shields.
Was he really so confident he could claim the Sharkfolk after Umberlee died?
Hill laughed softly. Sekolah was underestimating the Ixitxachitl's intelligence. They had persuaded both of Demogorgon's heads to make every Ixitxachitl a priest of the Demon Prince upon reaching adulthood. Hill had always thought those sea-dwelling vampires formidable.
If Sekolah wanted to profit while two sides fought, he first needed to make sure he could handle whichever side survived.
Hill doubted Sekolah's scheme could succeed unless a Devil Duke was advising him. But Sekolah had no such connections. He hardly dared show an avatar: Devils, Demons, and Gods alike would all try to kill it on sight.
Even Bane and Tempus would, despite being in the middle of their own battle.
Besides, unless forced into the Blood War, no Devil would pick a fight with Demogorgon for no reason. Demogorgon would not care whether a Devil had