“The most powerful Sinner in Hell”
Excluding Hellborn and… Lucifer
But if the next most was a weakling, that was no true claim to fame. It was why Alastor did not start his own fights. Did not get involved in the turf wars or petty squabbles between Overlords.
Nor was it much in his interest to stop said fights for dominance. He had no qualms with crushing a middling demon whose ego dwarfed its own power. Barely remembered the names of the rabble until they became a real threat. But he did not interfere.
Unless… commanded. And that rankled like coarse hemp around his neck and wrists and ankles.
Rosie.
And then there was Vincent. Oh hadn’t he had potential worthy of a true opponent. But he was weak. Needy. He had no true power of his own.
And the lesson Alastor had tried to teach him had still not sunk in. A power shared was a power divided. These ‘Vees’ might be the kingpins in Pentagon City — but their power was broken into thirds and weaker for it.
But but
Their downfall would leave a power vacuum. And nature abhorred a vacuum.
But he could use it. Use it to break the chains that kept him enslaved to the southern canibelle.
And if he hastened Vincent’s inevitable downfall along using the pitiful obsession that kept his claws deep in the television demon… well. That was simply more entertainment while he waited for Her.