But Biross remembered what her mother had said: rule your subordinates through cruelty, and betrayal was all you would get.
Biross believed it wholeheartedly. In the Abyss, cruelty and betrayal happened every moment. All the more reason for her to do things differently.
That was why, when Lilith, a close friend she had known for centuries, recruited her, Biross joined the Sixth Legion without much hesitation and continued to follow her mother's teachings.
So far, the Demons under Biross's command were at least several times more loyal than those under the Sixth Legion's other Commanders. And the Sixth Legion's Demons were several times more loyal than those of other Legions.
"I've thought of a new question."
Sure enough, the Succubus before her stared at her. "How long is your tongue? Is it forked? Is it flexible enough?"
This one wasn't quite as strange, but it still counted as flirting.
The towering Six-Armed Snake Demon looked down at Olmedo Just Right. "I have a question too, Succubus."
Annan stepped closer to Biross, drew a deep breath, and asked, enraptured, "I'll tell you anything."
Biross was uncomfortable with Annan being so close and slithered back a tail's length. "We're getting a little too intimate."
Annan looked wounded. "Is that your question?"
"No. I wanted to ask why you keep asking me these things."
Annan gave the excuse he had prepared. "I'm actually a sculptor. I've been asking about your body these past few days because I want to carve a statue of you."
Biross didn't believe him. She had seen Demon Hounds claim they had diarrhea and run off to the toilet, only to stay there because they were eating shit. "You need to ask those questions to make a statue?"
"As a sculptor, I can't rely on my eyes alone."
"Even