Chapter 504 – What The Hell Need
Lux's eyes narrowed slightly. "So what, you're saying Zoltarin can't kill my father?"
"He shouldn't be able to," Kaelmor said. "If Zavros still holds the Greed Throne properly."
Lux didn't reply.
Because that was the unspoken truth.
That was how Hell worked.
No trials. No evidence. Just results.
If someone killed you… and you didn't stop them… you weren't fit to rule.
That had always been the rule. Kaelmor himself said it during the first year of his reign. Back when every demon warlord from the Nine Rings thought they could take him.
And he let them come.
Every duel. Every assassination attempt. Every challenge.
He killed them all. Smiling. In public. With flair. With teeth.
Because in Hell, power was proof.
Not morals.
Not history.
Not just bloodline.
If Zoltarin succeeded, if he really made a move and took Zavros down, then that meant Zavros was done.
The throne would shift, and Hell would adjust.
No tears. No speeches.
