Asmodeus thought about the question carefully. Giving the wrong sort of answer would be a bad idea at just this point. The truth had won him a few points in this, he didn’t think it’d hurt now.
“He didn’t want them mucking things up,” said the daeva carefully layering his words with concern, “or so he said. That the world had already been mucked up enough as it was and it didn’t need a big celestial war to make it an even bigger mess. Of course, if the war had progressed the AntiChrist wouldn’t have much of a princedom to call his own. Keeping the world like it was has, I’m sure, been very beneficial to the youth. As I said, I worry. I worry that he is just biding his time, like a slow-acting disease, waiting for the perfect moment to enslave everyone and everything to his will. He could do it too and make everyone on this world not even realize that it’s been done would just be the icing on the cake.”
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“He didn’t want them mucking things up,” said the daeva carefully layering his words with concern, “or so he said. That the world had already been mucked up enough as it was and it didn’t need a big celestial war to make it an even bigger mess. Of course, if the war had progressed the AntiChrist wouldn’t have much of a princedom to call his own. Keeping the world like it was has, I’m sure, been very beneficial to the youth. As I said, I worry. I worry that he is just biding his time, like a slow-acting disease, waiting for the perfect moment to enslave everyone and everything to his will. He could do it too and make everyone on this world not even realize that it’s been done would just be the icing on the cake.”