Thane walked out of the academy, his eyes looking down in solemn pondering. There were many things to consider now that Lord Lucifer's plans had begun to move. He needed to figure out in whether there would be anyone that could potentially betray the demon king, who was the sole key in finishing a job. A job that had no justice behind it. Just thinking of his revenge made his blood boil, and it seemed safe to let some of his aura out again after he left the school.
With that said, when he looked up and saw a man with frozen armor waiting for him, his eyes widened. He remembered him. This... demon? He could not tell what he exactly was, but one thing he knew for sure was the fact that this- literally- cold person was one of the first of Lucifer's demon officers. The Ice Man carried a magnificent presence, despite the fact that he still needed to fight more in order to gain more power. Thane never, ever saw him speak before, or even grunt during combat.
Needless to say, the cold warrior was a superior officer, and for a good reason. Thane simply nodded at the Ice Man.
"The test is over," Thane said, his eyes peering into the cold man's. "Have you come to ensure the mission's success, General Macbeth? If that is the case, I can assure you that all went well."
Macbeth put all of his effort into nodding. Ice cracked as he did this. Thane chuckled: so far, Macbeth was the only person he could actually trust in. The person himself was, quite visibly, a faithful servant to the demon king. According to information gathered on the mysterious being, he was supposed to be a hollow shell wielding a cursed blade that had a mind of its own. Thane, however, liked the "hollow shell" and his obedient demeanor. The cold figure was far more respectful than his own weapon. In fact, Macbeth currently had his blade in his hands.
A deep, ancient, demonic voice growled out of the blade, the skull on the handle having its eyes shine a crimson red,
"Pah. Worthless. What good is there if we do not devour those ignorant little fools? Their disrespect and blind laughter makes me hunger for their blood."
Macbeth looked down at his blade, his eyes glowing blue for a short moment. The weapon remained silent for a few seconds before telling the Ice Man,
"...I do not have problems with the warrior before us. But I'm more interested in why Lucifer would do something so... weak, when we clearly have the stronger men. And this demon child you brought with you, Thane..."
The masked warrior gave a death glare at the weapon, his eyes immediately beginning to burn a deathly storm of fire.
"I won't give two shits about your thirst for demon blood. You will eventually have your so-called 'favorite' food once General Macbeth brings you to the prisoners again."
The weapon laughed, its voice ancient and compelling, as if it saw Thane as an amusing creature. It, however, knew that the masked warrior had enough potential to burn it alive. It would not start retorting to this cursed human until he collected more blood...
With the weapon silenced, Macbeth turned to Bael. His blue eyes simply remained on the lesser demon, as if he were curious as to who this person was. It was an innocent curiosity, for he was still not accustomed to the lesser demons of Hell.
Thane genuinely hoped that Bael tossed aside the pathetic clothes he was wearing right at the moment. It made him feel weak already, though he decided to bear with the boy by simply ordering him,
"You seem to know us, and I have seen you before. Tell us your name."
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