A chimeric creature, his body a blend of various insects, his face that of a fly, stood under the moonlight inside the grand throne room of the Demon King's place, his countless eyes fixed on the man seated atop the Throne.
"My King, why did you throw away the life of Caden even though he was a useful and loyal asset, and when his death served no purpose besides weakening the already slumbering Mammon," Beelzebub said after minutes of staying silent.
"Do you believe if his death did not serve a greater purpose, I will allow him to die?" Ahrimon questioned, and the proud Sin embodiment could only lower his head, knowing he had already crossed the line by raising the question on his King's judgment.
"Once a champion is chosen, everything he had belongs to the master, and that is the price for the gifts they receive,"