"Hey, Arthur? We're having a party tonight. Want to come over?" Roland called Aquaman.
"Hmm? Didn't think you still remembered me," Aquaman said, a little surprised. "But isn't it a little late to invite me now?"
"It's fine. I'll open a portal. You can come over whenever you want."
"I'll pass. Atlantis has something going on tonight, too." Aquaman hung up.
"Well, this time he chose not to come." Roland shrugged and pocketed his phone. "Keep the music going! Keep dancing!"
A guitar rang out. Perhaps it was something she had inherited from Lobo, but Shatterpressure had an extraordinary gift for rock music.
"Quite lively," Batman said.
"Yeah. I didn't realize so many of the kids played instruments." Roland casually took a cup of coffee from Demon God Flauros, who was serving as a waiter. "Want some coffee?"
"Half-caf or decaf Tanzanian peaberry, skim milk steamed to 145 degrees, but not too much foam, a little cinnamon, and one butterscotch," Batman said.
"—Are you trying to pick a fight?"
"That's a perfectly normal request." Batman turned to Demon God Flauros. "Any problem?"
"As you wish." Demon God Flauros nodded. A magic circle appeared on his tray, and a cup of coffee meeting Batman's specifications materialized out of thin air.
"Wow, Flauros can do that, too?" Dr. Roman marveled. How had he never realized the seventy-two demons had so many uses?
"You never tried?" Roland asked. "Oh, right. You know Lev is Flauros, don't you?"
"Tch." Dr. Roman didn't answer. He merely pursed his lips and kept eating cake.
"You must have figured it out, right? Surely Chaldea couldn't have two Han Jongs from StarCraft?"
Dr. Roman said nothing and simply continued eating cake.
"Is this guy really King Solomon?" Demon God Flauros began questioning everything he knew. "He doesn't look