"I think the Devil is devoid of humanity; they're simply the will of a pure force, and to satisfy that pursuit, or curse, they might grant themselves some humanity to weaken their existential level.
Only by understanding human nature can one manipulate it."
Ewen whispered in a faint, inaudible voice, "That's where their weakness lies."
"Asmodeus, in pursuit of emotion, created countless identities and incarnations, experiencing the myriad forms of the mortal world through them. I think I can exploit this, even if Asmodeus is unwilling, it continues the narrative's logic.
It fulfills my wishes, and her desires as well."
The parchment slipped from Bologue's fingertips, he gazed at Ewen, who returned a candid smile. The sound of liquid dripping echoed, revealing a shocking wound on his abdomen, blood flowed incessantly, staining the ground beneath him. Moreover, Ewen's fingers were entirely covered in tainted blood, leaving crimson fingerprints all over the typewriter.
