Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 470: Suspicion

"So now what is our plan?" Asmodeus finally asked, his voice smooth and composed, masking the tension beneath.

He leaned forward slightly in his chair of crimson marble his fingers steepled, his red eyes narrowing.

He needed to know. If he was to remain a useful spy for the Ancient One and Clyde, understanding the next move of Hell’s ruling elite was crucial.

But no one answered him right away.

The other Demon Kings remained silent. The weight of uncertainty settling thick in the chamber.

The flickering hellfire cast their shadows long and distorted as if the room itself hesitated with them.

Belial finally exhaled sharply. "We can’t take any more risks with all that had been happening."

"I agree," said Agares. "From now on, I’ll reinforce my entire domain. Fortify everything and even ward the skies. If those two come to me I want to be ready."

The others nodded one by one, muttering their assent. It was a reaction that had not driven by confidence but by fear masked as strategy.

Asmodeus took note of it all.

Then Bael, who had been quiet for longer than usual, furrowed his brows.

His mantle of shadows stirred slightly as if reacting to the surge of thought running wild in his mind. There was something bothering him like an itch he couldn’t ignore.

He leaned back with his gaze distant, and the chamber quieted again as they noticed his change.

"Is it just them?" Bael finally murmured, almost to himself. "That man and that woman... Are they truly working alone?"

The words froze the air.

"What do you mean?" Paimon asked carefully.

Bael’s eyes sharpened.

"Think about it. They move with clear purpose. They strike at places they shouldn’t even have access to anf somehow we still can’t detect where they are hiding. No matter how strong they are, can they really be pulling this off without the help from a higher being?"

The chamber grew colder, despite the ever-burning flames.

Bael cursed himself silently.

"Why didn’t I consider this sooner? " His thoughts had been clouded, overwhelmed by the attack and deaths of Celestials, the chaos, and the pressure. But now the idea burned like a brand across his mind.

There’s a possibility about a traitor among the higher beings.

He slowly scanned the other Demon Kings, trying not to let suspicion show. But the thought lodged deep in his chest.

What if someone in this room was working for the anomalies? Feeding them information, protecting them, and even guiding them?

It was just a thought with no proof or signs. But the possibility itself was dangerous.

And Bael knew that if it was true, it could explain everything.

He didn’t voice it yet until he was sure. Not until he had something more than paranoia. Or it could create more chaos than this.

The meeting ended soon after. One by one, the Demon Kings returned to their domains with the tension trailing behind them.

Asmodeus lingered a little longer, long enough to give the impression of concern. But once alone, his thoughts twisted quickly into action. He had new information to deliver.

Asmodeus then rose from his seat. He cast a glance at Bael who still sat unmoving in his throne with his shadow-draped figure while frowning deeply, as if wrestling with some heavy thought.

"You look troubled, Bael," Asmodeus said, his voice was calm, almost casual. "Is there anything else we should know?"

Bael didn’t lift his head. "It’s nothing," he replied curtly. "You may go and also reinforce your domain now."

Asmodeus narrowed his eyes slightly, though he kept his expression unreadable.

"He is lying," he thought. Asmodeus was hiding something. But Asmodeus didn’t push it for now.

Without another word, he turned and left the Grand Chamber of Wrath.

Once outside, his calm mask wavered for a second, his thoughts already spinning.

Bael suspects something. But it didn’t matter, not yet.

Clyde would need to know that nothing really happened in the Hell realm and he can just proceed to continue what he doing without worry.

He returned to his own domain in silence. Shadows coiling around him like loyal pets, hiding the schemes already forming behind his eyes.

Back in the Grand Chamber, Bael sat alone.

The silence pressed down harder now because there were no voices and nor fire crackling. Only the faint pulse of infernal magic energy humming in the walls.

He leaned forward, resting his clawed hands on his knees.

If one of them is feeding the anomalies information, he need to find out about it soon.

He rose from his chair, his shadow-mantle rippling.

"I’ll visit each of their domains. If they’re hiding something I’ll feel it. Their magic leaves traces. And I know what corruption feels like."

His eyes gleamed with a cold determination.

Without delay, Bael stepped through a breach of dark flame and vanished. The chamber echoing once before falling into total stillness.

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Elsewhere, far from Hell’s burning veins, within the white walls of the World Master Bureau, Morvius remained in his office alone, silent, and also furious.

His desk was awash in flickering blue light from the hovering holographic projection.

Within the image Agatha moved in one of the mortal realms, performing her duties as if nothing had happened overseeing the Selection Stage.

Morvius’ jaw clenched.

He had watched enough. The data didn’t lie. The timing. The movements. The subtle inconsistencies in her report. It was all lining up.

Agatha, one of his own World Master now likely to be the traitor who had given Clyde the exact coordinates of the Bureau’s domain.

He wanted to storm through the portal and drag her back to answer for it amd torture her a bit. But he didn’t. Not yet.

He leaned back in his seat. His eyes never leaving the projection.

"She’ll lead me to him. And after she does I will teach her a lesson."

He waved his hand once, the hologram narrowing focus onto her face. He stared into the image, eyes blazing.

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