Belphegor scurried out of his home.
"Drive. Quick!"
He jumped into the back of his car and drove away smoothly.
Thirty minutes prior, not long after waking up from his afternoon nap, he had taken a look at his phone.
It had been more than thirty hours since he switched it off. And in that time, he had received numerous calls and messages from Beelzebub.
The news about Asmodeus's death, the trio's revolt, and the ongoing war was delivered to him by his driver.
All he could do was rush there while hoping it wasn't too late.
Meanwhile, in the chaotic mansion, Satan was being chased by a persistent Lucifer.
Everywhere he looked, some wall was falling apart. A lot of his men had died. Leviathan had supposedly escaped, and Mammon had died.
Even then, he had tried to claim Lucifer's head. But unlike the temperamental Satan, the head of the Binsfeld family was a good shot.
He had managed to shoot the seething Satan in the shoulder.
