"So, Deimos, what is your master plan this time?" Maledictus asked, a silkiness to her voice that belied the venomous power she commanded. Deimos's schemes were the very reason they had triumphed over the old Gods, and she was eager to see what poison he had concocted for the new ones.
Deimos, the Lord of Discord, allowed a slow, predatory smile to spread across his face. "I have sent some of the demon gods under my command to observe the unity among these new whelps. And I have found something… truly interesting."
"What?" the other Demon Lords replied almost in unison, their collective attention now focused entirely on him.
