Bel snarled, it appeared that the one that had leaped from behind was in fact the real one after all. Instead of finishing his attack though, he forces himself to stop short, growling out his next words in apparent anger... towards the female angel. The clone that had been charging from the front promptly burst into a mist of darkness, merely returning to the shadows. As she burst into a shower of light and dust, the shadows so kindly seemed to try and swallow her whole. Not to hurt or kill her, if anything, just to hold her here just a few moments longer! 

"Pathetic! So pathetic, that is just like you angels! Sending him to the slaughter, then dare have worry for him? Such a twisted game you all play." Bel would still be in mid-form, the cracks still covering his skin, his black eyes with the red irises, clawed and fanged. He really did not seem to mind. Though the black in his dark orange hair had grown a bit more, there was nothing else that seemed to be changed drastically. Aside from the fact that he suddenly had full intentions to allow this angel to leave unscathed... He sucks in a sharp breath before speaking once again. 

"Listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself. I allow you to live merely to pass on a message. Inform them that you are the -last- I will allow to return alive and with their wings. I grow so sick of you all meddling in my affairs, there are so many other demons you know. Tell them to stop sending pigs to the slaughter." And with that, as if on que, the shadows that had not only moments ago that had been dancing about in such an evil way would die down finally, to allow the angel to leave... though they were still quite dark and eerie, ready to strike should she try anything else. "And Harp is to be left out of this nonsensical mess, as you all so kindly threw him into the fray." He bares his elongated fangs with another snarl. Despite the wild and uncontrolled look he might have had... Bel was very much in control of himself.