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Belphagor waited a few miles away from the abandoned factory, ironically sitting in an abandoned car. The seats weren’t too bad, they were relatively comfortable. Something Belphagor preferred about true forms over vessels, vessels had needs such as comfort, food and drink. If your vessel was alive it was best to take care of it so you could use it long term. Angels could heal their vessels, demons like Belphagor weren’t so lucky.
Ergoth teleported next to Belphagor, and he nearly jumped, he wasn’t expecting them to return so soon.
“How did it go?” Belphagor inquired.
Ergoth shook their head, “Terrible, I almost got through to him but his stupid brother arrived, then the two rode off into the sunset like nothing happened.”
“Give him a few days.” Belphagor suggested. “From what I’ve read, Sam considers everything. He’s insanely smart, he won’t forget what you said, plus the argument. They’re gonna give the whole, ‘we’re brothers and that means everything spiel’. But he’ll eventually get curious and summon you.
“What do we do until then?” Ergoth asked, it’s not like they could move on without Samuel.
Belphagor answered simply, “Study the politics of Hell, we’re gonna need to know which demons are our friends and which ones we need to wipe out.”
“Friends is a bit of a nice way to put it, nobody in hell is friends with each other.” Ergoth crossed their arms, looking out into the distance.
“I mean, if it means anything, I consider you a friend.” Belphagor claimed.
Ergoth shook their head, a slight smile forming on their vessel’s lips. “I’m not sure how much it means considering you’re a moron.”
“Hey.” He started. “I may be immature, but I know how Hell works, and I’m your best asset.”
“You’re the best at being cocky.” Ergoth countered.
Belphagor looks over at Ergoth, “It’s gotten me through a lot, I suggest you try it. You’re gonna be a revolutionary soon enough. Start acting like it. I’m going to go tie up some loose ends and make sure we don’t lose Jacob Pond’s trail.” He said, teleporting off.
“Revolutionary.” Ergoth repeated to themself “Not a bad title.”