"Ahem!"
Aengus coughed lightly, drawing Belial's attention, a subtle reminder not to get too comfortable around Aria.
Belial chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "What's wrong, Aengus? Are you afraid I'm going to steal her from you?" he joked—a rare occurrence.
"Father..." Bella interjected, her glare sharp enough to make her point clear. She wasn't going to let him cross any lines.
"Look at you... I was just appreciating her."
Belial sighed dramatically, taking a step back from Aria. Ariexhaled in relief, the distance easing her discomfort. Aria glanced at Bella with a grateful expression, silently appreciating her support.
Belial's playful demeanor faded abruptly, replaced by a serious intensity. His piercing gaze locked onto Aengus.
"So, now answer me, boy," he said, his tone grave. "What's your real goal for gathering so many demon minions?"
