"It's the Prince of Hell!"
In both cheers and jeers of the people, Belial basked at the noise of the people below him.
[Belial]: "That name has a nice ring to it. Isn't that right, halfling?"
He took in the supposed insult of the people into his interpretation, as he was but the Demon Lord, being the Prince of Hell was rather just a fancy way of saying it.
[Marcus]: "Whatever floats your boat, Prince of Hell."
Jumping down before him, Marcus had landed on both of his feet on an elevated soil that he reeled in to cushion his fall. On the other hand, Belial had only slid down from the wall using the sword, jumping exactly against the wall, half the distance before the ground to lessen his velocity towards the ground.
[Belial]: "Where are my servants?"
Holding a serrated blade, his sword was heavily and visibly beaten up on both sides. People would only distance themselves from the lord but half of them would go close to him and relay their concerns.
