Ba'al Zebub gestured at the two dead-eyed goons. "It's to Shay'tan's advantage if they die out. But you—" he gestured at Lucifer. "We have a good thing going, don't we? Averting war by promoting peaceful trade? And if Hashem won't agree, well you can simply override it, can't you?"
His father was furious about the last override.
"What kind of trade?"
"Nothing to opprobrious," Ba'al Zebub mashed his fat fingers together. "The human homeworld is considered a "seed world," so right now, we can't trade you anything from it. You know how your father is about natural evolution."
"They're the root of our species," Lucifer said.
"No," Ba'al Zebub said. "Nibiruians were the root of your species after your father tinkered with their DNA. Humans are descended from Nibiruians who weren't so bless
