“I told you not to piss off Noir. One day you’re going to listen to me. (Asmodeus)Why start now? (Jaden)Ah, you’re right. Bled so much now, it doesn’t really matter, does it? (Asmodeus)”

“Are you always this random? (Jericho)Mostly. It really irritates Noir. Which is just an added bonus for me. At least so long as I can outrun him. (Asmodeus)Add me to that list of people you annoy. (Jericho)Oh. You’re not going to singe my testicles over it, are you?! (Asmodeus)No plans to. (Jericho)Good. We can be friends, then. (Asmodeus)”

“You rang, Mino- well, you’re not really the Minor Master anymore, are you? What should I call you? (Asmodeus)Think of a polite term, demon. (Jericho)Mister Master it is. What can I do for you? (Asmodeus)”

“Listen to me. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what any of this means. But I know this much. It doesn’t matter. You’re not one of them. You never were. You’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

“How many demons and people are enslaved here? (Jericho)Define slavery. (Asmodeus)Kept against their will. (Jericho)Good definition. Counting me? (Asmodeus)Why not? (Jericho)Probably a couple of million…you know it’s really hard to count to a million, plus they’re always dying and new ones are coming in. I tried to count once, but it got really depressing so I stopped. The constant adding and subtracting. Not my forte, really. (Asmodeus)”

“Asmodeus! You don’t see her, do you hear me? (Jericho)Completely blind, Minor Master. Hearing is intact. Is there anyone here besides the two of us? No? Good. I’m leaving now unless Minor Master has another preferably nonpainful task for me. (Asmodeus)You're dismissed. (Jericho)Cool beaners. (Asmodeus)”