"True," Maou conceded, smiling. He was just pleased Urushihara had confirmed they were a family. He'd be happy if Urushihara could go out with them some time. Maou could get him a cap to hide his hair. Or a sunhat. They would skip the shades, though. Maou didn't want Lucifer looking like Sariel of the Chicken Gaze.

Mood drastically improved, Maou lined up more beef on the grill, this time like sentries headed to war. Or the slaughter. The tune he was humming while cooking his prey was one of the pop songs that played in MgRonald's.

"Though I guess it'd be more fun if they did run away."