Power Offered, But At What Price?

Amidst the laughter, Amon retrieved his blade, making it disappear, as he backed away from the naked demon kneeling before Solomon. Amon closed his eyes, again, as he returned to his butler functions, picking up the table and mess next to it.

The naked demon raised his head, his ocean-blue eyes locking onto Astaroth's figure. A smile crept up on its face.

"Kakaka. Thank you, kind mortal, for being so merc—"

*Pah!*

Astaroth looked at the demon, his hand outstretched next to him, as a red hand mark appeared on the latter's face, having been backhand slapped.

"That's for trying to trap me in an illusion. Also, your laugh is annoying, so, shut up will you?"

Another burst of laughter echoed out of Solomon's lungs.

"BOAHAHAHA! You just treated a duke of hell like a cheap prostitute! Boahahaha! I like you, boy!"

"Sir, please stop laughing so loudly," Amon asked, from the side.