Leon would watch on, both from the battles the two were going through, as well as Zazel's sigils. Two eyes were watching the Demon create Bifrons, jewels shot out in order to slash at the strings, trying to take in its energy and store it, before letting him fire it out in scattered spurts, shotgun-like blasts to pierce through his armor. His other eyes focused between Stolas and Solomon, keeping track through the attacks they were landing. He'd bounce himself back every time such a blast occurred, strings splayed across to act as platforms to bounce off of. Once he was in the air, Zazel switches sigils, Sabnock creating a Barrett M82, lacing the bullets with both Asmodeus' flames in the shell casings, as well as the jewels Bifrons created. One shot was made straight for the eyes, prompting the Debt Collector's Puppet to break off and shield him, the small pieces forcing it to bounce around and return it to sender. The plan was to simply build up the shot's speed in order to pierce through Zazel's body and strike back with his own markings.
What Leon didn't knew, however, was the Jewels being implanted onto the puppet itself, the flames quickly engulfing around, the light and force from the blasts doing damage across his chest and chin. It was like being hit with a cannon, yet despite the injuries, Leon persisted, watching as Zazel weaved to the side, a string set to catch the bullet and have it recoil back, trying to strike the Demon from behind. Zazel would simply move his Sniper to take the shot, breaking it as a result, but taking the broken shrapnel and letting it spread out, forcing the string to be tethered to one. Leon would try to angle his one piece to strike down the remaining ones, but Zazel would take advantage by taking his string, casting it through with Asmodeus, letting it trail and blow him away further, fire heating up the metal, separating the two. During this exchange, furthermore, was when he'd see the end result: With Stolas' trickery and Solomon's opportunity for taking advantage.
Both of his personal Bodyguards were slain.
The Demon expected a reaction of anger, as he'd prepare a sigil, Aym, in conjunction with Sabnock again to guarantee his weapon hit his target. What he was met with instead was condolence. Consonance. A simple retrieval back from his creation, letting his body burn, as he'd set up his strings to hoist him up in the sky again, scattering his strings around into spools, letting them act as personal hands to accompany with. He seemed just as calm as he was before, no violence or hatred amongst his friends. Just a quiet care to the departed. Such silence was what worried Zazel further, a question he wanted to ask. "You're... not mad?" He had to know.
"I am... but I also understand." Brunono replied, as he'd let the boy gaze down at the departed again, a small hint to indicate what they were. They weren't alive, but animate. "I knew there would be times where my equipment would eventually be worn down. I put lots of time and effort in ensuring they are at their peak performance. Seeing them fall meant that I need to build them back up again. I can't let such a faulty project sit down like this..."
Another question that Zazel wished to ask, his voice more certain. "Earlier you said that you knew about the Goetia's. How?" His question was raised alongside the Gravitational field, making the two float, making the strings harder to wield around, as the Demon took aim.
"Same reason as to why I'm like this. I took up his offer."
"His?"
"The sigil you casted. The jewels. Bifrons, was it?"
"You made a deal with him...!?"
"Simple one, too. At first, he tried to barter my soul. Gems and Jewels of varying qualities in exchange. He wanted me to give away the one thing, and in exchange, I can live as a king. I denied him that request as soon as he brought it up." As he explained his deal, he'd move the armor once again, as well as taking off a piece of his suit, showcasing his thin chest. Black was all that was visible, growing out and across his skin like a malignant parasite. Part of it felt burned away from before, but the other was inside his system. "Lung Cancer. Stage 3. A Death sentence for me." Zazel's eyes widened upon seeing and hearing his words, as he'd look towards the Bifrons sigil he wielded, piecing together the story he was telling. He continued as he'd wore his suit again. "A New offer was made, one that felt more fitting with my current state. He'd use the jewels still, but now it is medical. In exchange, he has me act as his debt collector. That's how my form was given."
"...He saved you..."
"And in turn... he gave me a new life. I'm a businessman above all else. If there is a profit, I will take it. When the deal was made and I tried to reach him, however, he was gone. Nothing existed out there. Felt like he disappeared.."
"He was going to use you, I'd imagine. From experience alone, and this may be a bit silly considering who I am, You usually don't want to trust your life with us."
"Yet he let me live. You may have a point, but the matter is, he allowed me to breathe again. Even if I had to lose my humanity for it, I'd rather rid it than die knowing I could do more."
KA-BOOOM!!!
An explosion, opposite side of the Shop, Harvard's body quickly trying to move around it, as a figure was chasing through the flames to catch him. "That must be your friend. She told me she had some history with him. Couldn't imagine why. Regardless, you want me dead, right?"
"...Yeah." Zazel responded dejectedly. Even with such a reasoning, letting him survive meant he would inevitably ruin other people's lives. He can't bring himself to let something like that go. He'd take aim as he'd watch Leon take a stance. "You have any last wishes?" The demon asked.
"Any profits I gained must be transferred to someone willing to spend it. If I'm going to die, the least I could do is ensure everything I gained up until this point is to be used. I don't care how it is used, hell, you can let them burn the money for all I care. I don't want a single gold piece saved up. Make sure my Blood Money is washed away by other hands."
Zazel would nod towards Leon as he'd cast out Sabnock, the Machine's hands quickly gripping on the area. "Gotcha."