Beelzebub stared at Ashton as if he saw a ghost spreading the lord's message. The suggestion was so ridiculous, the Xyran had no idea whether he should laugh at the absurdity of the situation or Ashton's ludicrous offer.
"If that's all you have to say, feel free to chain me up again." Beelzebub shook his head before assuming his previous position, waiting to be chained again.
Beelzebub was a proud Xyran who believed in the ideology of genetic supremacy. There was no reason for someone like him to accept inferior genes in his body willingly.
Without his purity, his status in the Xyran society would be ruined. Death seemed more feasible than an offer to be turned into a lowly hybrid. Astaroth had foretold Ashton about such a scenario.
