The source of everything was that damned young Demon, that one who for some inexplicable reason made him feel repulsion at first sight, and the bastard certainly did not disappoint him.
He was overjoyed when he noticed the Moon Elder had lost his sanity and started fighting without a word.
Great! Just great!
Murder him!
The Netherworld couldn't intervene directly, but if the Moon Elder went mad, that was a different story.
He could easily step in to mediate after the dust settled, making some sacrifices to satisfy Lucifer and resolve everything.
That way, he could let the Moon Elder and his backers in Sumer remember his kindness, making them his most loyal partners, or rather... dogs.
And if Lucifer were unrelenting, that would be no problem.
After all, it was a personal grudge that wouldn't involve the Netherworld nor the alliance.
It wasn't my business to begin with, yet I still offered sincerity; it was just that you didn't accept it.