Baal was wondering why she decided to take on a small form. No demon will be fooled into believing she is harmless with her current look. The small size of her body and the small size of her maws doesn't make her look less threatening. She might look less threatening if her maws had lips to cover up the dangerous and grotesque-looking teeth and tongue.
Then again, he isn't the demon lord who managed to maintain her seat of power for over 15,000 long years so she must be doing something right. He must be missing it because he doesn't have the mad genius that makes a demon Lord tyrant.
A giggling sound reverberated through the area. Every demon duke that heard it flinched. The sound hurt their ears and grated on their minds. It didn't invoke the image of cheerful mirth. Instead, it provoked images of blood spraying from the decapitated neck of a victim or air bubbling from the guts of a disemboweled victim.
