"If Beelzebub was still alive, do you think he would want the apocalypse or not? Would he side with you and the others rebelling against the return of Monad?"
"I do not know. Beelzebub was never really one to pick a side, he makes his own one and pushes things to reach his own unfathomable agenda….. How much longer until we reach the end?"
"Haha! Not that long, my fatal darling."
Samael grumbled. This was already the 37th time he said something similar to 'not that long'. 'Soon, little death' or 'Almost there, sweet fangs'. All the pet names were starting to get on his nerves, but the wait was much more unbearable.
Dionysus suddenly said. "Hmm, but you do sound like you know the Archon of Desire quite well. What are your thoughts about him?"
"Insufferable." Samael simply said.
