The remaining world leaders stared at their screens with expressions ranging from awe to terror. Each deployment would bring protection, and potential devastation if mishandled.
"France next," Arthur decided. "Aamon to Élysée Palace."
The superior-rank demon stepped forward, his massive frame radiating controlled menace. Unlike the other summons, Aamon's large, red body, with his four arms, was terrifying.
Demon protecting humans. Irony at its finest.
"As you command, Master," Aamon's voice rumbled.
President Dubois leaned closer to his camera. "Before deployment, may I ask about Aamon's... temperament?"
Smart question. Know your protector.
Arthur's smile carried reassurance. "Aamon possesses decades of strategic experience. He's calculating, professional, and absolutely loyal. You don't have to worry about his demon status."
Aetherion landed on the demon's shoulders, the size difference almost comical. "Ready when you are!"
Arthur transmitted Dubois's coordinates.
