"You seem more distracted than usual." Lord Beelzebub of Mythos protested lazily. He folded his arms, resting his cold, dead eyes upon the game of chess before him and then to Arsene Snow, wearing a prideful smile like a trophy. " And what's got you all riled up? Has Tiamat come to visit?"
"My son Vesryn."
"That's what… the firstborn?" Lord Beelzebub said. Shifting his attention back to the board. "I never bothered to pay attention to your rise."
"My second. Izalith is the first." He corrected him, painfully glaring at the chessboard, to his impossible situation. " I hate the game of chess."
"That's because you suck at it."
Arsene did not deny it. "Hells. I seriously can't win"," he said, tasting his defeat at his boxed king. He forfeited tipping his King over for the seventh time this month. He sighed wearily. "Well? How much longer are you going to stay?"
