Demon Maze, the palace of Azazel.
The Seventh Demon Lord sat on his throne, lost in thought.
Lesser and greater demons carefully massaged his shoulders and back, and a Demon Lord, wanting to curry favor, presented him with his favorite sweet lons stolen from the elves.
But now, the once crisp and sweet lon tasted like wax in his mouth.
Thinking of Samael’s words before being thrown into the palace to endure the elves’ tornt, his mood grew increasingly irritable.
The entire palace was filled with a low-pressure atmosphere, silencing every demon, instilling a fear to speak.
Yet this atmosphere only made Azazel more irritable.
Especially since Samael spoke those words, the looks the other demons gave him, despite their best efforts to conceal it, had ultimately changed...
Confusion, flickering, excitent, complexity, delight, schadenfreude...
Those looks made Azazel wish he could gouge their eyes out!
He hadn’t fallen yet!
This damned bunch of traitors was already getting restless!
Did seeing Samael captured spark so dangerous ideas?!
What of the powerful Divine Power of the Demon Gods?
Even they were sealed by Yggdrasil?
These bastards must have forgotten that Azazel was the one chosen by Yggdrasil as the Maze Master!
Don’t think he wasn’t aware of their little sches.
Nothing more than hearing Samael ntion that his Inferno Core was about to be found, thinking he was dood, they wanted to seize the chance to turn traitor!
His gaze swept over the Demon Lord holding the sweet lons beside him, eting the other’s eyes.
And the other imdiately looked down guiltily.
Azazel: ...
Furious, he hurled the lon to the ground, roaring:
"Get out! All of you, get out! Out—!"
The enraged Demon God, even when half his power sealed, still exuded an imposing pressure that these lesser and greater demons, also with their powers restricted, couldn’t compare to.
In terror, they scrambled out of the Demon God Palace, stumbling over themselves.
But Azazel, now sensitive as a rabbit, clearly sensed the relief they felt as they fled...
Azazel felt a blockage in his chest, which transford into boundless anger:
"Out—!"
He kicked the lon on the ground. However, as the lon was too fragile, it shattered under his foot, the flesh splattering all over him, causing him to almost slip in his sealed state.
The last demon at the door stumbled, shuddered, and then without hesitation, lay on the ground and rolled out...
But as they rolled out, their movents seed to lighten, as if they were about to float away.
Azazel: ...
"Bastards! Traitors! Ungrateful wolves!"
He cursed indignantly.
The angry roars of the Demon Lord echoed throughout the palace.
And while he cursed, Azazel’s anger gradually transford into an inexplicable sorrow.
An indescribable sense of loneliness rose in his heart.
In an instant, he seed to lose all strength, collapsing onto his throne.
He slowly extended his hands, covering his face:
"What...should I do?"
Azazel’s voice carried a tone of confusion and fear.
And within his heart arose a sense of great crisis and unease.
The schadenfreude from witnessing the Abyss Myth being captured one after another had long vanished.
The joy and excitent of seeing one of his neses, Samael, beco Yggdrasil’s prisoner, thrown before him in disgrace, had also dissipated...
Samael’s words had cooled his head, making him more acutely aware of an unprecedented crisis.
Inferno Core...
It was the foundation allowing every Hell Demon God to resurrect infinitely, undying and eternal, tantamount to the life of each Demon God.
His own Inferno Core could be discovered at any mont, making Azazel, who had lived for countless millennia, feel for the first ti the proximity of death, inducing a naless fear.
And likewise, with Samael captured in the maze, as he cald down from the initial excitent and joy, seeing the flickering gazes of the surrounding demons, he realized another serious problem.
That was...how he initially beca the Maze Master.
In truth, Azazel knew this very well.
It was because Yggdrasil had taken a liking to his ability to draw endless power from the abyss.
And that ability, frankly, also stemd from the Inferno Core.
Before Samael was captured, it could be said that Azazel was the true center of the Demon Maze, Yggdrasil’s irreplaceable choice in his heart.
But now...a more powerful Demon God was imprisoned.
If the divine-demon war hadn’t begun, if the first layer of Hell hadn’t been besieged, then for Azazel, it would just be another threatening presence.
But now the Prayer rger Army of the gods was at the doorstep, threatening to wipe him out.
At this ti...what would Yggdrasil do?
Truth be told, having stayed in the Demon Maze for several years, Azazel still felt that Yggdrasil seed shrouded in a layer of mist.
He didn’t know what was truly on the other’s mind, nor what the other’s attitude towards the demon gods really was.
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