396 An Angelic God of Cruelty

"I…Am…Glorious."

"And conceited…" Abaddon muttered.

If Asmodeus heard his son's snide comment he certainly didn't show any visible reaction.

Right now, he was in too good of a mood to ever let something as simple as a childish remark change that. 

...But he would beat him up later with his newfound strength just to establish dominance. 

Asmodeus held out his hand and his axe came flying towards his palm like it was waiting to be called. 

The light that the weapon gave off only became stronger when it returned to it's rightful owner and it seemed to let off it's own chorus of happy noises. 

"I bet you never imagined either of us would be here, did you...? Literal gods among the rest of the rabble. I can't imagine anything better than this." He said humorously.