It was hard to not be afraid of Maou. He was Satan, after all, and though Lucifer was loyal to him, the situation was what it was. As quick and powerful as Lucifer might have been, Satan was stronger, and faster.

And Urushihara was not Lucifer, so what could he expect from a demon king who was disguised so perfectly at this innocent boy?

"...I'm callin' a taxi," Urushihara drawled lazily, though it was clear he would or could do no such thing.