The taste of the air changed.
Asmodeus closed his eyes while a soothing energy flowed through his body, warm, powerful and alive. He opened his eyes, the flicker of gold shimmering more than any coin created in the world.
"Are you that angry, Mephisto? Angry that we're finally equals now."
Mephisto's breath hitched.
For the first time since his descent, his scythe trembled in his grasp. The emerald fire wavered around him as if it lacked oxygen to burn like before.
"This… no. No, it can't be," Mephisto whispered with a trembling voice. The glow in his chest glinted before throbbing violently as if trying to resist a greater pull. Each soul ripped from the battlefield screamed, half-bending toward Asmodeus instead of him. "That power… it should be mine!"
"Don't be so foolish, if the power comes to me. It's clearly mine."
