“It seems like there is something wrong with your brain because this clearly means that you are retarded because you would seek me out to say something like this to ruffle my feathers? Is that it? Are you looking to make a name for yourself?” Bael takes a deep breath before finishing his drink. Instead of slamming his glass down on the bar top, he decides to send it directly into his face, slicing his own hand in the process. “Oops. I think your face is broken, you piece of shit. Perhaps I can do something about it..” Rolling his tongue over his lips, he glances down at the blood beginning to drip on the ground from the open wound. “Mmm.” Bael brings his fingers together to create a fist before sending it directly into face once more, causing his nose to tilt to the side as it was broken on contact.

“Well, boy. What do you have to say before I kill you? You were the one making money off of her? Perhaps I should take you back to the dungeon and allow her to finish you off.. She’s changed. I think she has taken a liking to my homicidal tendencies..”