“We were hardly going to bow to lame Lionel, were we doggy dude?” Leon said with a chuckle. “Lionel Acrux forced me to bow to him once through trickery and blackmail,” Dante said, his Faetalian accent as decadently delicious as always while his electricity made the air crackle in quite the scandalous way. “I figured it was time I got to choose my own monarchs.” “And did you simply forget that the three of us are still standing between the Vegas and the throne, even if Lionel dies today?” Max growled,
