Ian didn't give Beelzebub the quick reply the demon wanted. They both were not in a bad term but also not in the term where they could trust each other. Especially the cunning Beelzebub who Ian felt the least he could trust amongst his peers but when it come to Demons, he was one of the most believable.
"Your words first," Beelzebub said, "You know I am the one having the upper hand here. I will tell you about your sweet bride who has been destined to kill you. I can't wait to meet her when I arrived."
Almost in an instance, Beelzebub saw shadows of darkness enveloping Ian's face that loomed over the small crow he was possessing at the moment. The shadow of his whole person which was shown on the wall behind him turned darker as the horn appeared on both his head which curled deeper. The red eyes turned brighter as if for the thirst of blood while leaving the rest pitch black.
