One would never expect a demon to have ice-based, combative powers. When one pictured hell, they thought of fire exclusively, so for a demon to have powers which were the complete opposite of fire, was simply bizarre. Bardeelus even thought that the other was joking.
For that matter, he poked around with some questions. "Ice huh? So you used to shoot icicles, through pits of fire and shit?"
"Icicles? No, I don't use that spiky stuff… it's really useless." The demon immediately refused those assumptions, "Back home, we did summon the first ever winter, though. Nasty cold, the royal family got really angry."
"We as in?" He asked.
"My species, now named the 'creeping death demonakas'… even with that name they shame us. My kind, we're animals in their eyes." The other explained, and then further added. "We're not evil, we were trying to make our own environment. The constant 120°C temperature wasn't really great on our toes, we needed the cold."