"What was with that expression? You didn't believe me?"
Russell frowned deeply. Every time he told the truth, someone always came out to contradict him. They were asking for a beating.
Granted, he had never been to Heaven. He had tried to get in, only to be politely turned away. The closest he had ever gotten was taking a look from outside the gates.
But none of that mattered. Heaven was an abstract concept. Where there was light in one's heart, there was light everywhere!
At his level, he no longer obsessed over appearances or material things. He firmly believed that as long as he held the Holy Light, even Hell would be no different from Heaven.
"No, it wasn't that I didn't believe you. It's just, it's just..."
Liana hurriedly explained herself. She was bad at lying, and after thinking for a long time, she finally squeezed out an excuse. "I used to be human. Every time I transformed into a demon, there were lingering side effects, mainly loss of control over my language and expressions... Yes, that was it."
"What a coincidence. I used to be like that too, but later I found a cure."
Russell beckoned at Liana. "Come here. I'll put a BUFF on your head. Guaranteed to cure you instantly."
Liana shook her head like a rattle, refusing to go anywhere near Russell even if it killed her. She changed the subject. "BOSS, you infiltrated Hell. How confident are you about becoming Satan? Do you have a plan?"
"I do. Kill everyone, and I'll be Satan."
"..."
Liana rolled her eyes. Her fault. She should not have asked.
"Heh, little girl, don't think you're so clever. The truth is, you don't even understand what Satan means."
Russell pointed at the battered throne in the distance.