"I have to go," Belialthorn said, his eyes a thing distant.
How could he have lost it? The whole reason he came here, the whole reason he joined the humans was because he wanted to level up to level 300 and advance to the next evolution as a Demon but his age had been in the way. So he had pretended to be human to pass away the years.
But now he had lost it? Years of training? Impossible!
Belialthorn's eyes turned hard and cold, like the chill in the depth of the sea. He straightened slowly. "I have to go." He repeated.
Then he started walking towards the door that led to the great hall but Rota was already there, glaring at him with eyes of yellow and grey. "Where are you going?!" Rota snapped.
"None of your business Rota," Belialthorn said through clenched teeth.
