Capítulo 189: Festival of Chaos III

"Beelzebub, I don't understand. Why is it that you think I would take your side? Do you have any idea how many people would die in Yarwin if you had your way?" Archangel Gabriel intoned upon one of the seven thrones of Babel's Tower that protruded through the shadowscape of the purest night in a ring. 

"Seeing that nearly eighty percent of the population has already perished and a realm war with one of my princes is taking place. It's only a matter of time before more devils are summoned." Beelzebub lazily explained, amused by his brother's annoyed expression. "Not to mention there are some real talents within Yarwin." 

"Lord Beelzebub, might I ask what is your fascination with Yarwin? Was it not Astaroth that allowed this disaster to occur?" said Solomon, a young man clad in snow-white robes. "Surely you've got your hands full with Genisis."