The only known way for Heaven's Judgment to have communicated was for the shotgun to have been a soul weapon all this time.
But that didn't make sense. Although Michael could summon the weapon at will, it was thanks to his system, not because of the weapon's properties.
While Michael was busy pondering over the implications, his two soul weapons were locked in a heated verbal confrontation.
'No, no, no! For fuck's sake, not like this!' Devil bellowed. 'We were doing so well, just the two of us. Why did you have to become the third wheel?!'
Heaven's Judgment snorted. 'Doing well?! Such blasphemy! By no means what you were doing to our owner could be considered acceptable! All you strive for is to corrupt his nature! Endlessly going about slaughter and profanities, like a broken record!'
Devil's voice grew heavier.
