Bael: *narrows his brows* Why…? What good will it do you? Do you want to be the saviour of a doomed race? They can take care of themselves without you. *flicks his tail, smashing it on the ground behind him, using it as a means of keeping the other demons far away from him. He turns his head off to one side and makes a dominating bellowing roar, snarling after he is done* The inferiors hunger.