Valefar grunted as he slowly went back to his human disguise. This was always the case when he had to make a deal with some human who got a hold of a Hellfire Arm. He felt his demonic body distorted back into his human form, starting with the outline followed by his arms and legs. His claws slowly twisted back into fingers.
Out of all of the damn times to call me, the Representative thought and grumbled as he went through the process. Right now, he was in a red hued space, gone from the view of any living creature. The transformation from his demonic form to his human shell was now in the process. Soon, his eyes were shut by the space.
As he opened, he found himself in a room. It was a clear and clean room with glass windows and wooden frames. He felt the softness of the marble floor beneath him. He soon heard rough whispers, almost demonic like, disemboweled and wicked.
