The words stoked the red-hot coals within Maou, but they weren't his main concern. In the middle of war, again, the subordinate with which Satan had the most history was going to leave him high and dry. Fear shouted within his hollowed-out chest that Lucifer was going to create a true Gate and leave.

But this time, he could do something about it.

The only warning was shadows clinging to his body as if his flesh was smoking. Satan stepped forward and all but flicked out of existence like static on a missing channel before reappearing between Lucifer and the canopy, his leg already on the downswing. He was counting on the Fallen Angel's speed to add to the force of his kick. He intended to send Lucifer back down to Earth.