Gavsot seemed hesitant to come out and say it, but I think he was asking me for help.
“Do you want me to send you some more demons?” I asked.
“I do,” he said. “But I do not think it is wise to send many. Have you finished making your weapon?”
“I’m still working on it,” I said.
“I would appreciate any reinforcements you can send,” Gavsot said. “But you will be sending them to their deaths if we still do not have a method for killing Lucifer’s Firstborn. We need to save our heaviest forces for a final push once we can kill them.”
“That’s a good idea,” I replied. “I’ll send you a few more demons and I’ll let you know if the weapon works. What’s your location?”
“Sector 198 in the Department of Torture,” he said. “But send reinforcements to Sector 197. I do not want them to accidentally teleport into the middle of the wrong army.”
“Okay, General,” I said. “Good luck down there. And do me a favor—make sure you stay alive. I know you’re a badass, but don’t do too much fighting yourself. We need you more than anybody else.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, though I sensed he was agreeing hesitantly.
I hung up and immediately called my Department Directors to request reinforcements. Unsurprisingly, Kivra was the least helpful. Although it was easier for me to assert myself over the phone, I only managed to get a donation of ten demons from her. Jorge was the most helpful, offering fifty. I got another thirty from Wakka and twenty from Winston, although he whined that his demons weren’t trained for combat and their absence in his department would lead to a backlog of unassigned souls in the waiting room.
In total, I was sending Gavsot only ninety more soldiers, increasing his army by a small fraction. But if things were as dire as he claimed, he might only have a small fraction of his army left anyway. I hoped ninety would be enough to at least help Gavsot slow Halkkor’s progress.
In the meantime, however, I needed to finish making this weapon.