Yes, the book needed Beatrice's blood, but it needed fresh blood. Clever Witch, he thought. He made a mental note to make sure no harm came to her while she spent her afterlife in hell, promoted to one of Lilith's Ladies in waiting. She had served her master well, even knowing she was facing death.
B felt the power of the book radiating through him. He could snap William if he so desired. He was half in size. His undeniable ego shone through in his voice as well as his mannerisms. Yes, he would have a stronger case when he spoke to Beatrice about William.
He didn't mind lying to William and leading him down this path. It wasn't hard.
"You will need someone here to help you and guide you on this dark path. Someone who can be trusted with hell's secrets." B spoke his voice like a hypnotic song to William.
