"So now what is our plan?" Asmodeus finally asked, his voice smooth and composed, masking the tension beneath.
He leaned forward slightly in his chair of crimson marble his fingers steepled, his red eyes narrowing.
He needed to know. If he was to remain a useful spy for the Ancient One and Clyde, understanding the next move of Hell's ruling elite was crucial.
But no one answered him right away.
The other Demon Kings remained silent. The weight of uncertainty settling thick in the chamber.
The flickering hellfire cast their shadows long and distorted as if the room itself hesitated with them.
Belial finally exhaled sharply. "We can't take any more risks with all that had been happening."
"I agree," said Agares. "From now on, I'll reinforce my entire domain. Fortify everything and even ward the skies. If those two come to me I want to be ready."
