The blue flames flickered a little more intensely, as if reacting to the grave tone Vergil had adopted. He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and stared at Selene with a weariness as old as the underworld itself.
"As long as these demons live their lives in peace… and serve me only when I need them… it's all right."
He made a vague gesture toward the floating map. "They don't need to be on their knees all day or sing hymns or… whatever they're doing."
Selene smiled, satisfied like a shop owner showing off her display case.
"They live normally. They work, build, train, take care of their own things." She rested her elbow on the arm of the throne. "And they're useful. Very useful. Everything I need or ask, they do without hesitation. So… it's all right."
