"I'm getting quite a lot of errors recently… I'm either too weak or way too weak. No in between," I smiled, and as Belial surprisingly chuckled, Ysal sat down next to me, kicking her legs up on the table while staring the demon lord down.
"So, why is she here? Hm? Why do you need my wife? Are you here to kill her or take her power… just like you tried to do with me," Ysal smiled, a vein on his forehead bulging out so much it looked like it was about to pop.
Belial, the demon lord, stared coldly at the woman before reaching for his glass of wine and picking it up.
Ysal looked back at him and then at the glass of wine, shooting it and shattering the thing into a million pieces.
Both great beings shot up, standing and glaring right at each other.
