For once, Valefar didn't utilize his car to get to the Thawson highschool. He took the route in the air. As he was floating mid air, he increased his speed, extending his right arm, his hand forming a fist. The fresh air went through his hair. Even if he was in his human disguise, it felt more lighter than him in his demonic forms.
As for his actual form, that was an entirely different tale.
I sure as hell I don't have to be in that form, Valefar thought of his actual form, the One that made him as him, the same form that made him feared by all of demons of Hell, even the Gunsmith at one point, the same one that got him screwed in Hell for nearly dominating the entire domain.
