The forest's air grew colder.
Bel stood still, his cloak gently swaying with the breeze as the thick silence settled around him. The four Lindworms stirred restlessly, reacting to the sudden presence.
"Ah, the great Bel. Demon Lord of elegance, king of fire and ruin, slayer of beasts, heartbreaker of demons." Vezalia's purred, walking elegantly with dramatic gestures. "Most handsome Demon Lord, don't forget. And of course... Demon Slayer."
Her eyes were different than before, cold, barely an emotion. With a flourish, she bowed low.
The Lindworms growled, scales rising with tension. But Bel raised a hand slightly. They calmed instantly, coiling behind him like well-trained hounds.
"Let them go," Vezalia teased, rising from her bow. "They're your babies, aren't they? Wouldn't it be poetic? The first demon they devour is the one who helped make you this way."
Her smile sharpened.
Bel didn't smile back.
"If you knew I might kill you, why come here?"
