Mephisto shrugged, but Silas could see a little concern in his eyes.
“What do I care if there is a little chaos? We welcome that, you know that just as much as I,” Mephisto said.
“Sure. What’s a little chaos and fear among friends? Sounds good to me, I’m all for it. But what happens when this nutso, as you described him, decides to really change the whole human race. He won’t be able to of course, but he will sure as hell cause an imbalance. And if he grows his little menagerie and directly confronts the mortals, do you think there will be any balance? What happens when mortals begin to understand what’s really amongst them? What happens when mortals realize the monsters are real, the fairy tales are real and the very fabric of reality is to be questioned? What happens then?”
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