"Drained of all our demonic powers, given delicate and debilitated bodies, a demon such as yourself should be able to handle us now," Ruomahl said. "Yet, having been so above you for so long, I cannot help but imagine that something might occur, should one of us become angry, and I am quite angry right now. But rest assured, Mictlantecuhtli, I do not mean to imply anything with my words."

All the thoughts that Ruomahl had thought had already been thoroughly thought of already, so he had no reason to think of them more. He was only sitting back, slouched back in his chair, his hands behind his head. He was thoroughly angry with the situation, and felt a pang of annoyance as well. He would prefer to be back with his friends Ishtar, Paimon, and Ronove, but he was not there. He had not been given the time to make the necessary preparations for departure, he simply departed. He also did not care for this advisor, who thought of himself so highly. There were certainly good things about the human realm, but they were unlikely to be felt while imprisoned.