"Michael will be here soon, Azazel, how are things on your end?" Sirzechs asked with a serious expression.
Azazel leaned against the wall and said, "Baraqiel said Odin is on his way."
Sirzechs nodded and then continued to ask, "No problems, right?"
"There are also those among the Norse gods who oppose Odin coming to form an alliance with us. Such people are everywhere."
"No choice, there are always people who want to destroy this hard-won peace, and the Khaos Brigade takes in all sorts of characters."
Azazel was somewhat helpless at this moment. His rebellious son, the Old Devils, the Norse gods—they just loved war so much.
The celebration had not yet begun.
Abel and his group walked towards the room where the young devils were gathered to wait. After all, everyone had to stay in this room before the start.
"Yo! Abel, Sona, Rias."
"It's Sairaorg."
"Cousin."
"Sairaorg."
Everyone admired Sairaorg. After all, he managed to break through the Bael family with just his fists and become the heir.
Just as the group was about to reach the door—
Boom!
The door in front of them was blown open.
"It seems you have a death wish, Zephyrdor!"
"Pathetic Seekvaira."
Inside, a man and a woman were confronting each other. The two were the heirs of their respective houses. For devils, such things were commonplace.
"Sairaorg, you go or I go?"
"Abel, if you want to go, why ask so many questions?"
"You really understand me."
Abel stretched his shoulders, then walked in. "Everyone, it's so lively, do you want to add me?"
Diodora looked towards the door and his eyes lit up when he saw Asia.
Found you, little darling.
Seekvaira's lips curved upwards the moment she saw Abel. "Abel, you're here."
"It's been a long time, Seekvaira."
Zephyrdor said with a face full of anger, "Abel, are you sure you want to interfere in my business with her? Do you want to be my enemy!?"
Abel crossed his arms, a playful smile on his lips. "What if I do interfere? And are you even worthy of being my enemy?"
At this moment, Rias and Sona were somewhat helpless. Things were getting more and more complicated.
Beside them, Sairaorg had his arms crossed and a smile on his face.
Zephyrdor was enraged by Abel's words. "You will pay for your arrogance!"
He raised his hand and charged towards Abel. Abel was unhurried, throwing a punch.
A figure was seen retreating, smashing into the wall and creating a large crater.
In the crater, Zephyrdor's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"Hahaha! Abel, what strength. I'm looking forward to fighting you." Sairaorg said with a laugh.
"Don't worry, there will be plenty." Abel said.
Just then, Diodora approached Asia with a smile.
Abel caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, his expression turning cold. "Diodora, what do you want?"
"Don't be nervous, Abel, I just want to chat with your peerage."
Abel snorted, "Stop pretending, stay away from her."
He took a few steps and stood in front of Asia, shielding her behind him.
Diodora's smile stiffened, but quickly returned to normal. "Abel, why so tense? I truly mean no harm, and besides, we are all from the same family."
"I wonder if you would be willing to part with her and exchange pieces with me?" Diodora gazed at Asia greedily.
He had gotten a little hurt for her back then and had also spread the news of a church nun saving him, a devil. After the church expelled her, he would then appear to care for her and cherish her, and she would join his Peerage.
But before he could even make a move, the rogue priests had already invited Asia.
He hadn't expected to run into her here. Since she was in the hands of a fellow Astaroth, as the heir, there should be no problem with him using a little power, right?
Just as Diodora was fantasizing about Asia coming to his side, Abel's eyes had already turned cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"Diodora, do you want to die?"
"What's wrong? Aren't there enough Peerage members for the exchange? If not, I can raise the stakes. How about 3? If that's still not enough, how about 5? Is that enough sincerity?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed and his smile froze.
Diodora lowered his head to look at the arm on the ground, his face turning pale.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Diodora knelt on the ground, clutching his severed arm and letting out a mournful scream.
The people around were stunned by the sudden turn of events. Even Sona, Rias, and Sairaorg were equally stunned.
At the entrance, Latia saw this scene as soon as she arrived and turned to find Ajuka.
Abel kicked Diodora against the wall.
The pain from the severed arm had not dissipated, and the sound of bones cracking came from his chest. His ribs were broken.
Abel continued to walk towards Diodora with a cold face but he was stopped by Asia.
"No."
Abel looked at Asia, and the coldness in his eyes receded slightly. "Asia, don't worry. I won't kill him."
At least not now.
There was no reason to kill him now, but he would vent his anger first. Killing him would have to wait until the Rating Game. After all, at that time, it would be difficult not to kill him.
Abel rubbed Asia's head and walked towards Diodora.
Diodora's face was full of fear, and sweat poured down. He didn't expect that Abel would be so heavy-handed with him.
"You... don't come over! I am the heir of the Astaroth House!"
"Heir?" Abel squatted in front of him and laughed. "The Satan is my brother."
Bang! Bang...
He grabbed Diodora's head and slammed it against the ground.
No one around dared to come up and dissuade him.
Sairaorg also turned away. He would not bother with this situation. He looked down on such people who exchanged Peerage members by relying on their status.
Diodora was smashed until his head was bleeding, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
Just as Abel wanted to continue, a calm voice sounded. "That's enough, Abel."
Hearing the familiar voice, Abel knew Ajuka had arrived.
The others bowed to Ajuka one after another.
"Greetings, Beelzebub-sama."
"Good evening, everyone."
After a simple greeting, Ajuka walked towards Abel.
Latia, on the other hand, came to Rias and the others.
"Consider yourself lucky."
Saying that, Abel grabbed Diodora's head and gave it one last blow.
Abel smiled. "Nii-san, why are you here?"
"In public, you should call me Beelzebub."
"Yes, yes, Beelzebub."
Looking at the grinning Abel, Ajuka shook his head helplessly, then looked at the unconscious Diodora on the ground, a flash of disgust in his eyes.
This guy was colluding with the Old Satan faction. But there was no evidence, so he had to be kept for fishing.
"Alright, someone, send him for treatment."
Soon, Diodora was carried away, and his severed arm was also picked up. Zephyrdor was also carried out together.
"You were really heavy-handed this time. He is, after all, the heir. Tell me what happened."
Abel then recounted Diodora's attempt to exchange his Peerage members for Asia.
Ajuka frowned.
Regarding Asia, not only him but the other Satans also liked her very much.
"Alright, I'll handle the family side."
"Thank you, nii-san."
After a brief chat, looking at the room with several large holes, Ajuka snapped his fingers, and it returned to its original state.
"Everyone, have a good time. The celebration is about to begin. I'll be leaving first."
"Farewell, Beelzebub-sama."
As Ajuka left, everyone returned to their original state, doing what they were supposed to do.
Abel, Rias, Sona, Latia, and Sairaorg sat together chatting. Seekvaira also joined in. Although she and Sona were rivals, it did not prevent them from becoming friends.
Sona pushed up her glasses and looked at Seekvaira. She felt that her husband was being targeted again.
At this moment, Riser walked in with Ravel, and the two walked towards where Abel was sitting.
Ravel hugged Abel's arm. "Long time no see, Abel."
"It's Ravel, long time no see."
Riser's gaze fell on Issei.
In the last Rating Game, both sides fainted at the same time,. He would not lose this Rating Game no matter what.
He would protect his precious chastity!
"Issei, I will defeat you this time."
"Hahaha! Riser, I won't lose to you."
Riser and Issei's group sat together. Looking at this scene, Abel shook his head.
It seemed Issei's wish to be the Harem King was almost fulfilled.
How about giving Diodora to Issei as a male servant then?
Perhaps worth a try.
"Abel, would you like some cake and pastries?" Ravel pulled Abel back to reality.
At the same time, she placed some pastries in front of Abel.
Riser looked at his younger sister, feeling a slight pang of pain in his heart. Once, this treatment was also his. Now, this treatment belonged to Abel. He shouldn't have let them meet in the first place.
"Abel, please enjoy."
"Then I won't be polite."
Abel looked at the desserts in front of him, picked one up, and ate it under Ravel's expectant gaze.
"Hmm... Not too sweet, just right."