"Yes," Yamato agreed, his gaze lowering slightly in thought. That was something to ponder, wasn't it? A sort of heirarchy, then? Servants of humans, who in turn were servants of gods. Yamato wasn't galled by such a thing - he had long come to terms of being viewed as nothing more than a pawn to move across a chessboard, so the thought of being involved in some scheme by them didn't even make him blink.

He chuckled suddenly, turning to the summoning circle. "I wouldn't be surprised. We do have a contract with Philemon after all, correct?" he lifted his hand, and the markings on the circle started to glow. Unlike with the summoning of Amon, which took a bit of preparation or timing, Yamato's movements looked automatic, and his expression relaxed, clearly not needing to focus much at all.

He could feel Cerberus respond to his call before he even finished, as if he had been eagerly awaiting him summons. Ah, so the contract didn't break upon his death? That, or had Cerberus had just been loyally waiting for him even through death. He wasn't sure which one it could be, as beast demons were not exactly bright.