What the hell is up with this world.
Azalea— who was already at his life's end due to his current low energy state— was at a loss for words as he could not believe what he had just heard. Who would've thought that the great Devil Lord Moloc, would so happily call someone his or rather, her master?
The idea in itself was ludicrous and Azalea did not want to believe it. Because if he did, then, he had just made the worse mistake imaginable by attacking the vassals of the said master.
'No no no no no... There's still I chance.'
Although his world seemed grim at the moment, there was still a sliver of hope hidden on the horizon for him as he clung tightly to that possibility.
A Devil was just a bundle of energy that gained sentient after developing an ego over a period of centuries which in turn, develops into a personality that is deeply rooted in their strong desires.
