A low hiss resounded. Having a new surname, one he heard a thousand times in the past, Laurel refrained from telling the demon how much it affected him.
Walking with the same stride, Oswald was scanning his mind looking for anything revolving around the demon's name. At first it rung a bell, but the more he thought about it, the more he seemed to know the creature accompanying them.
In a silent inner monologue, Oswald argued with himself. 'Belphegor, this guy is a big deal down there! Or is he bragging to have some kind of mercy? That would make sense if he made links with me and Satan. No way... Valeria was no experienced witch, nor was she sacrificing much in her rituals, this guy has no whatsoever identity if the one he gave. There's no reason for that devil to lie on his identity... Does they have an authority over this in hell?'
He was about to utter a question when the barman slammed chugs filled up to a finger above their capacity.
