Leviathan

After my fight with Behemoth, the demon and I took off to where he says Leviathan is.

“You say that was a spur-of-the-moment spell?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes,” I reply, thinking back on my studies in Ragnarök, “I did as you said and hit Behemoth with a spell more powerful than Judgement.” But then again, Judgement may have worked just as well. I definitely powered up.

“You’re more of a monster than Lucifer said,” he whispers.

“Lucifer? Come to think of it, who are you to Lucifer anyway? For him to send you must mean he trusts you quite a bit.”

“Trust?” The demon snickers, “Trust, you say. Lucifer does not trust me. And I don’t trust him either. We’re at odds, you see.”

“Then why would you take orders from him?”

The demon remains silent. We fly for another minute before he responds, “Lucifer is the King. And as King, he has the final say.”

I can’t feel any emotion in his words. His expression is tame. And I just noticed this, I can’t see his mana. My eyes sharpened with this new