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"Hell if I know. You ask Mammon and he'll say it's our destiny as demons, our duties as subjects of the Demon Lord and our purpose as rivals to mortals. You ask Lucifer and he'll say something snarky and then go bed some dewy-eyed village girl. Why do you think I stopped with that stuff after Cornelia became a thing? I don't even really care all that much about this war to begin with. The business I got going on just makes the deal all the sweeter."
"What, do you think this is one of those weird manga Revivians write? I don't have some special secret communications. Never needed them. If I need to communicate something in secret, I'll pay someone to do it for me. Besides, if I got something special like that, some wannabe hero looking to off me might figure out how to break into it and make it NOT secret."

"Alright, I'll hold you to it. Always looking to expand my business; more money, less effort, more time spent reading manga and funding other people to make games so I don't have to."

"No, definitely succubi; believe me, I've walked into far too many of Lucifer's flings. Although elf chicks are up there too. As for Asmodeus? My guess is espionage and funding. Dream brothels pull in as much as my game does per year and you have no idea what adventurers will say when they think they're surrounded by pretty, scantily-clad women who they think will listen to them. 'Course, knowing Asmodeus, she and I are both businesswomen first and Demon Generals second, if you catch my drift."

"Damn, Nailclipper. Someone who's immune to the special aura I put on that thing. I meant that aura to make sure nobody, not even me, would touch that thing unless I needed to, and to make sure none of those other gremlins get their hands on it. Of course, even I feel like throwing up even looking at it, but unlike you mortals, it doesn't hurt me as much. Feel free to keep it, if you're going after Mammon. Better you than me."

Rosencrantz reaches into his sack for a minute, then looks nauseous again as he very quickly yanks out Nailclipper, almost dropping it onto the floor and barely managing to carefully place it down.
"Eugh. I don't know what's up with THAT thing, but I can't even hold it for a few seconds without wanting to throw up. Maybe there's some dark magic on the thing, keeps thieves from stealing it."

Jenkins, meanwhile, senses.....absolutely nothing from it, despite being closer to it than Rosencrantz is. To him, it seems to be a normal sword, definitely not as nauseating as Rosencrantz's reaction might make it seem.

"Well, in a bit, Wiggler-guy or whoever you are, we can grab some papers, I'll take you through 'em and I can make you a stockholder in the Guild of Trisitia."

"... I believe everyone already said their piece? So yeah, nothing else from my side, either. Unless you actually found a decent manga to recommend."

"There's this one guy in Kaisei. Real genius. Got him to write the official yonkoma for Clash of Legends, and I'm a fan of his work. Excellent art, real open communication with the readers, best plot I've seen in three thousand years. Pretty sure he was a Revivian who wanted to make it as a big mangaka in Japan before he got hit by a car. A real shame, he probably would've made it big."

"Speaking of which, how do you keep in touch with the rest of the organization anyhow?"
"Say... would you mind listing the lunch break times and such of each office you know of?"

"Crystal tablet. I can give you the number, but they're not going to be helpful if you want to deal with the Demon Generals; I was very careful separating the Guild from, uh, the Demon Lord. He might be a little bit pissed off I'm trying to profit off the mortals I'm technically supposed to be killing."

"Same goes for you, Goddess. You screw with me, your fully ascended Summer Quinn goes bye-bye."
"I-I'll behave, I-I promise! J-just don't touch my account, it took me so long to get him!"
"And now that we've established who here is the superior in this relationship, is there anything else you people want?"