Victoria
“We are here to talk about the Bellsciliet demons, more specifically one of them,” I started.
“The sect of demons that is rumoured to be extinct? So, you came to Hell to discuss fables?” He mocked, although his expression was serious.
I doubt that he didn’t know that they, or at least one of them, still existed.
“One of these non-existent demons was roaming around the Wolf Realm, conspiring to control its king like a puppeteer,” Avalon retorted firmly.
“I find it curious that you let your subjects leave Hell and try to steal the power in other realms, and maybe even become powerful and influential to such an extent that would make all beings, even the Gods, start questioning your dominion,” Devon’s words were blunt. Has he lost his mind? I flashed him a dirty look
