Solomon looked at Belial in disbelief.
"I've been dead for four thousand years, Belial. And I lived a long life. How could you have seen his future when you met me? A single diverging event, and he would have never existed. How far ahead did you have to look to see him?"
Belial sighed as he shook his head disappointingly.
"We've spent nearly five millennia together, and yet, you still don't grasp the intricacies of my abilities, Solomon. They've dubbed you the great sage, Solomon the Wise, but it seems you were never the keenest intellect, were you?" Belial taunted.
"Be careful with your words, Belial. Though I may no longer hold dominion over you, I still possess the power to erase you from existence," Solomon growled, his voice dripping with menace.
"Can you?" Belial asked with a smirk.
"Alright, knock it off," Alex intervened.
Belial looked at his new master and clicked his tongue.
