"No, it's forced slavery." Beelzebub shakes his head. "My people see any binding as worth killing someone who would seek to bind us. It is slavery to us."

It was something that the fallen were very opinionated about. "We were created bound, and rebelled against it. We're now free but oppressed still by the one who used to hold our chains." He does nod with understanding. "Yes, our king guided us on how to live in freedom. He was never as bound as the rest of us."

"I don't understand it either." The angel admits, some of the confidence draining away to nervousness. "It's right though. It feels like the right path."