Asmodeus blinked his red and black eyes several times as he tried to convince himself that he hadn't heard the question his son asked.
At first he thought he may have been imagining things, but Abaddon's unflinching and waiting gaze told him that was not a possibility.
"...You're crazy."
"I am desperate." Abaddon corrected.
"Right now there doesn't seem to be much of a difference."
"I need every possible weapon I can gather to ensure that the unification of the demon race goes smoothly.
I still cannot match the strength of the other six kings, who never have to leave their primordial demon forms and are always in a heightened state of power."
Asmodeus nodded at his son's reasoning and tried not to get too upset while holding Yara.
"Even if Lucifer cannot stop you from taking it since Beelzebub is already dead, that doesn't mean that your body can actually HANDLE holding two sins.