Thunk! The cold can fell through the shoot, and Montana collected his cola. Allan had received a can of iced coffee, but he had not opened it yet. The former witch tried to open his, but he decided against it. He then turned to the president. "Mr. Cicero, what's happening now?
"Before, there was the rising. Now that it failed, what's going to happen next? Why did it not feel like they didn't stop fighting?"
"...you think they would stop fighting?" Allan hummed as he leaned on the wall. "Monty, the demons… the witches… they never stopped fighting. They only find new ways to make the fights worthwhile. It just happened that risings were the biggest they could play with. As for others…
"When Satan wasn't thinking of a rising, he would be mobilizing his witches to destroy human civilizations. The other demon princes would not let the chance to be entertained go by, and so they would deploy their witches to counter him.
