"Too late…"
The man's words were slimy as if they had been covered in an untrustworthy grease, maybe a tar meant to explode the situation in a raging fire that would cause him to act against me.
"Lemme see her," I demanded, but as his body melted into a slime-like fluid that plopped through the spiraling staircase and landed before me, he just smiled with malicious intent.
"You trusted Beezlebub… what a fool you are to become a full demon. I'm jealous, in fact…." The man muttered as his slimy body began to gather into a solid form once again.
"I could give any less fucks than what I'm giving now,"
"Oho… Okay… but you'll have to rip her from my grasp," He muttered, and suddenly, Bella, who was unconscious, faded out of the marble wall and shot into the room like she had been carried by the barrel of a gun.
Findir quickly caught her, causing the man before us to click his tongue with disappointment.