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“Allegiance is for the weak,” said Leviathan as he knocks down the pitchfork off the king of hell’s hand and kicks pushed him to the throne. “Any last word before I send you where you sent Lucifer?” Leviathan asked as his tail popped out. “You seem to have forgotten that it will take the strength of all the gods to kill the god of gods,” said the king of hell as he chuckles. “And you seem to have forgotten how powerful I am to be referred to as the king of the beast,” Leviathan replied. “And not even your pitchfork can kill me,” Leviathan added boastfully. “You are right, Leviathan,” said the king of hell. “For the only weapon capable of permanently killing you is the bone of righteous mortal washed in the three types of the blood of the fallen,” said the king of hell as he knocked Leviath