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the illiaster. No, I think our brethren will aid us."

"Perchance, milord. An they do not?"

"Have more wine."

Beelzebub felt the hair above his eyebrows twitch, and he bent his
ears forward. "I have not yet finished the dregs of this bowl thou
hast poured. An they do not aid us, Lord Satan?"

"Perhaps some brandy, then. I've some as a gift from—"

Beelzebub felt his ears lie back against his head. "Milord," he
barked, "I crave an answer! Suppose our younger brethren aid us
not? What then wilt thou do?"

Satan sighed and sat back. This time Beelzebub remained silent.

"All right," said the Regent at last, "what if they don't? What if we do
nothing? I've been thinking about this for the last twenty days,
Beelzebub. I haven't been able to find an answer I like. What if they
don't help us, and we do nothing? What then?"

"The task will not see its end."

"And eventually another Wave will come. We'll lose more friends."

"Aye."

"If the angels from the Third Wave help with the plan, we can save
tens of thousands—millions—of our future brethren."

"Aye."

"So it is in everyone's interest that they help, even if they don't
know it."

"Aye."

"So we have the right to coerce them."

"Nay."

"I agree."

"But—"

"Or rather, I'm unsure. Yaweh isn't sure. Michael isn't sure. Lucifer
is sure and Raphael is sure. We haven't spoken to Belial or
Leviathan."