This was an unexpected meeting; apart from Leviathan, neither Beelzebub nor Mammon were prepared in the least. For many years, the Devils had gone to great lengths to avoid direct conflicts with one another. Should any disagreements arise, they would resolve them through their Chosen Ones or affiliated forces.
King does not meet King.
In the bloody cave, a stifling atmosphere rapidly ascended and solidified, as if countless heavy blocks of lead filled every inch of space. An invisible pressure was evenly applied to every part of each Devil's body, as if they were entirely cast in viscous concrete.
"Are you serious, Leviathan?" Beelzebub posed with a feigned sincerity.
"Stop pretending, everyone, I'm weary of the endless probing, even more so with these disputes that resemble games over and over again."
Leviathan declared loudly, clenching his fists powerfully, as if delivering a grand pre-battle speech.
