Endless Debt

On the screen, after Boluogo and Nethanil finished whispering, Boluogo started to leave. Only Nethanil was left in the conference room. His eyes were a little dull, and he stayed there for a long time, as if he was thinking. Some important things are like reminiscing about the good old days.

For Belphegor, this is a good picture. In the empty and silent room, only a soul that has gone through vicissitudes of life is left.

"enlarge."

Belphegor shouted.

As he spoke, the picture on the screen was enlarged a lot, like a camera zooming in, until Nethanil's side face filled the field of view, and the texture, scars, and hairs on the skin were clearly visible.

Belphegor liked the close-up of this moment. He blinked and the picture was frozen and returned to his collection.

"What's so good about an old man?"

The sound suddenly broke into Belphegor's cinema. Belphegor seemed to have already known that someone was visiting, with a little helplessness and boredom on his face. He hated being disturbed, but he still responded.

"Don't you think this scene is of great artistic value?" Belphegor commented, "What a lonely and strong atmosphere."

"I have never liked movies. To be precise, I am bored by movies, novels, plays, and the like."

As the man spoke, he walked down the stairs, adjusting his clothes with black gloves and making his tie as straight as a sword.

"I think it's something only a coward would read. He couldn't stand the cruelty of reality, so he hid in the refuge of stories."

Belphegor had a wry smile on his face. His words were always so harsh, like sharp daggers. Even after thousands of years, Belphegor was still not used to it.

"Are you a coward? Belphegor."

The man came directly in front of Belphegor and blocked the screen. Under the dim light, he was as dark as a silhouette.

"Me? Of course I'm a coward."

Belphegor admitted it without hesitation, and then he sarcastically said, "We are all cowards, cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

The man snorted coldly and sat back, sitting on the back of the chair in the row in front.

Belphegor raised his head and looked at his blood relative. He was dressed very simply, without any flashy decorations, just the simplest formal suit. The man's face was covered by an unknown shadow, but he could clearly see the blue eyes. The bright eyes were like stars embedded in the dark night.

Anyone who looked into these eyes could not help but feel an inexplicable awe. Even Belphegor would often feel such emotions, and then be crushed by him.

"We haven't seen each other for how many years," Belphegor said calmly, knowing that he couldn't watch the movie anymore, "Why did you come to me all of a sudden? Besides, we should be considered enemies now, right?"

"There are no absolute enemies, there are just interests, even if we are blood relatives."

The man went straight to the point, "Leviathan is dangerous."

Belphegor froze for a moment, then laughed calmly.

"Of course I know he is dangerous. Among our blood relatives, he is one of the two people I am most wary of."

Belphegor stuffed popcorn into his mouth as he spoke, his voice unclear, "He always hides in the shadows, studying some deadly conspiracies. If anyone among us can win, I guess it is very likely." That’s him.”

"Who is that other person?"

"Mammon, don't look at him smiling and looking like he can make deals with anyone, but don't forget the original sin he carries."

Belphegor sighed, "Greed, the uncontrollable greed for all things... This is so similar to the original us, the most primitive and passionate desire for life, time, strength, power, and status.

If Leviathan is the embodiment of conspiracy, doing whatever it takes to get what he is jealous of, then Mammon is the purest desire.

The most devilish... devil? Hahaha. "

Belphegor looked at the man meaningfully, "I won't underestimate him."

The man was silent for a while, then crossed his hands in front of him, "I thought you would be more in awe of me."

"Because you have the most powerful power? No, no, how could it be?"

As if he was drunk, Belphegor casually picked up the drink and drank a few more sips, "You do have great power, but that's just pure power."

The man said arrogantly, "Pure strength is enough. If you encounter mountains, you will crush them. If you encounter storms, you will blow them away."

"Look, you are always like this, thinking that strength can solve all problems, just like Samuel, using violence wantonly and thinking that violence is the answer to all problems."

Belphegor shook his head, "Power is just a tool, a sword. How effective it can be depends on the person wielding the sword. And you, my blood relative, you are not an excellent swordsman."

The man listened carefully. He was rarely so patient with someone.

"You are too arrogant, that's right. You are arrogant in nature, and you despise everything in the world. No matter who you are, even me, who is your blood relative, is just a slightly bigger wild dog in your eyes."

Belphegor continued, "You gain unimaginable power from original sin, but the price is that you are also affected by the inertia of desire."

He smiled at the shadow in front of him and said, "You are transparent in my eyes. Your thoughts and purposes are easy to guess. I even said that I can use you in turn."

"Like Samuel?" the man asked.

"Yes, just like Samuel," Belphegor said. "Every time we have a dispute, we use him as the trumpet of war, announcing the beginning of the fighting. And every time he is used by us, there is nothing we can do about it. He has no choice. Unable to control the anger in my heart.

The biggest difference between you and him is that you can remain rational, even if this rationality is often affected by arrogance. "

The man still held his head high, as if unwilling to lower his head for anyone, and his bright eyes were full of coldness and contempt.

"Beelzebub was at the scene when Raymond Gayton was destroyed. She said she felt Leviathan had changed," the man looked at Belphegor's face and told him while trying to figure out his expression, "his inner thoughts. It is completely different from before, as if occupied by another thought, she is very worried that this dispute may be another bigger conspiracy and trap."

"Oh... I think Mammon should come to me for this conversation. He is better at talking than you." Belphegor didn't care about the man's words at all. "Did something happen to hold him back? ?”

Belphegor suddenly showed a twisted smile, with dark stains on his exposed teeth.

"Blood relative, I would like to give you a piece of advice. When you feel that I am being used by Leviathan, you might as well think about whether you may also be used by others."

Weird screams rang out from the speakers, and the shrill sounds echoed in all directions. When the decibels reached the limit of human hearing, everything suddenly became quiet again.

Belphegor put away his smile and raised his hand to signal the man to get out of the way.

"Please don't waste your time on me. The Unbound Poetry Society has long since fallen apart in the fight with the Zongge Band, and there are not many poets left. The evil in this world has also been torn apart by the monsters raised by Asmodeus. , as for my chosen one..."

Belphegor's words gradually became lower, and then he spoke louder, "For you, I have no use value - except for the authority I hold."

The man looked at Belphegor quietly and listened quietly.

"So, let's go, I want to continue watching the movie, and the good show will come next."

Belphegor waved tiredly, trying to get the man to leave quickly.

The man rarely obeyed his words. He stood up straight and walked to the other side. But before leaving completely, he asked, "I think you have changed a lot. Why, thousands of years have finally changed your character." ? Like Samuel finally became numb to the war."

Belphegor stared at the screen and said without squinting, "You, Mammon, and Leviathan are all not good people, but I still chose Leviathan. Do you know why?"

"He promised a higher value?"

"No."

Belphegor turned his head, "Leviathan actually likes movies as much as I do, and even knows more about them than I do. He is a completely different type of bastard than you."