Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Once upon a time, there were 7 Princes… 3 were murdered and replaced by their sons and prodigies.

The new princes who succeeded their fathers/mentors were Kethian (Prince of Envy), Mammon (Prince of greed), and Mammon's twin sister, Maddah (Prince of Envy).

Despite being female, Maddah detested being called Princess of envy. She and Mammon were twins who crawled out of the abyss. But while Mammon had a crowd waiting to welcome him, she, on the other hand, had to fight her way to the top. It's only about 108,000 years after her birth that she was discovered and taken to her father's royal palace. Heh.

These 3 princes of the underworld, have long hated their so-called uncles… the one other 4 ancient princes of the Underworld. Thus, a war was planned, a 2 year-long war that went on everyday, and every night. Beelzebub's lashes slowly fluttered, when seeing the 3 figures appear outside their Portal domain. With one hand in his pocket, another hand slowly rubbed the back of his neck. A hint of annoyance flashed in his pupils. "Nephews… Niece… Have you suddenly lost your way?" Belphegor, prince of sloth, spoke. Belphegor was like an overly shaggy dog, with hair that completely covered his eyes. Only the lower part of his face was exposed. He always had a mischievous smile on his lips, and 2 curly horns that spiraled like a ram's.

Despite his friendly-looking face, his slender, lanky and towering 12 feet tall physique, his aura was still one that made many shiver uncontrollably.

"Little runts…" Belphegor's smile looked more dangerous than before. "We've come a long way, and aren't the mood for your shenanigans."

"Indeed," Asmodeus added. "I have to say, that you're all getting quite bold for my liking."

Narrowing his gaze, Asmodeus could see the battle miles and miles away. Yet, these 3 dared to venture into enemy territory to confront them. These portals were in their territory. These portals were controlled by them and their people. Then again, who informed these people of their arrival or exiting from the underworld? How did these people know to come here at this exact moment?

Mammon's lips raised high, "Surprised, aren't you?"

"Awe… Look, brother, they have nothing to say." Maddah smirked, her hands crossed against her perky bosoms, with her red devil tail swinging underneath her skirt. Kethian nodded tauntingly. "Uncles, we have our ways and our friends, so you don't need to think deeply. We–"

WHAT?

The trio felt immersed pressure that made them drop to their knees. Lucifer, Asmodeus and Belphegor, chuckled, knowing their dear friend was already pissed. Unbelievable!

The color drained from Mammon, Maddah, and Kethian's faces when sensing the raw purplish aura emitting from Beelzebub.

No! No! Impossible!

How strong was this uncle of this, really?

Dammit, it hurts! They could taste their own blood in their mouths. The rotting larvae in their bodies squirmed, almost as though telling them to get the hell out of here. They thought that all these years, centuries, decades, and millenniums, they had managed to somewhat catch up to him. But now–

Dammit!

"So you've been pretending all along?" Mammon, questioned, the pressure already causing his true demonic appearance to emerge. Beelzebub's expression did not change while slowly walking towards them. It was this same arrogance that made the group of 3 hateful. "Uncle, don't think you can win against us so easily. Your overconfidence blinds you!"

"And your childish arrogance blinds you to the reality of your demise. But not to worry, I won't be killing you anytime soon."

Beelzebub's hands slowly caressed Mammon's jaw, and the bugs in his face squirmed, as if yearning for Beelzebub's touch – Beelzebub, the Lord of the flies. "The fact that we've kept you 3 all this while, is not because of fear, but because you're all too entertaining to kill."

What's more, it will become a little annoying to rule over so much added territory when they eventually kill the 3. At least, not yet. They took these 3 to be temporary property managers that were protecting and keeping order in these territories for them. Because of the big war, they've pushed killing these little imps for centuries. Don't think their preparations for this war was something that could have been done in a rush. The level of commitment and time it took to let that world be Exorcist-free, and completely away from the eyes of the heavens, was too heavy and serious for them to be distracted. That's why these 3 have been alive all these while. Their existence amounted to nothing more than caretakers for the territories they claimed to rule. Among the current 4 ancient princes, they all swore a pact and a devilish oath to never kill each other. What's more, despite being extremely greedy and selfish by nature, they who had fought wars against the heavens before getting discarded and turned into demons, knew the value of having allies. As tempting as it was to be the one and only ruler of the Abyss's Upper plains, it was more advantageous for them to all stay alive, ruling their various territories in harmony. Only in this way, can they continue fighting against the heavens, each side doing menial tasks to get the job done. Each of them had unique abilities… abilities that were beneficial for the cause. As for who told these 3 little piglets of their coming, it wasn't too difficult to guess.

Beelzebub's lips parted, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's that trickster, isn't it?"

Whether it was Lucifer, Belphegor, or Asmodeus, countless veins now appeared on their foreheads. Do you know what they went through these past 2 years to get what vital pieces needed that were stolen by that damn bastard and scattered across several dangerous and heavily guarded planets? Instantly, their auras also broke through, causing the grounds to tremble, and the atmosphere to make the nearby creatures miles and miles away to faint. Adding to Beelzebub's already leaked aura, do you know the damage they just caused? RᴀƝ𝙤ΒƐS̩

Heh. How Naive.

Beelzebub's eyes changed color, turning ghostly red. "For you to come here today, shows that the bastard must have given you all a tip to secure your survival…"

So what is it then? What is it that the trickster thinks he can use to secure their measly little lives?

Maddah's hideous horned face was rippling in agony, yet there was an arrogant smile on her lips. "Uncle, didn't we tell you? Your overconfidence blinds you!... He did tell us one vital piece of information… It was about–"

Maddah paused, her smile growing creepy by the second. "Well, uncles… if you must know, it's all about a certain BONY FINGER."

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