Belialthorn flinched as his soul shuddered, he screamed without sound as he flickered almost getting swallowed by the darkness, and in desperation he cast out his mind, reaching for anything.
Anything at all!
His mind touched on something cold, a white light that burned with coldness and he latched on to it like a starving to crumbs but nothing happened and he thought this was finally the end.
He was losing consciousness as he got submerged in the darkness of the abyss. So this is how I die..taking a risk that he might have avoided.
Belialthorn was angry then, all his actions are always almost calculated with what he would stand to gain. He was selfish and he was proud of it. It was what kept him alive all this while.
