Maou touched down in the grass beyond the forest not long after Lucifer. Seeing he had waited for Maou, he held up a hand. Wait, please. He wouldn't hold it against Lucifer if he flew off, but Maou needed to take care of something, first.

The Demon King headed to the signs near the trees, his edges glowing red with magic. They, like all the others, pleaded with people to not kill themselves. A message that must have largely gone unheeded. Satan could not save the lives he had lost, or repair all the damage he had done.

But he could at the very least prevent some. He reached out to the line and began intoning Entean. Every sign in sight shimmered momentarily. Maou's words revealed his intention rather quickly. He was casting a spell similar to the magic he had attached to the Tanabata papers at MgRonald's. If they could be summarized in one word, that one was Gather. This was Please. A mild suggestion. Barely even hypnotism. He only gave the signs a little more of a chance.

"Whew," Maou exhaled, now in his human form. That was one problem down. Only 98 to go. He headed over to the road on which Lucifer had been waiting.

"Hey," he said. "I still owe you a real meal."