“You saved me,” Belial said as he looked at me with a burning intensity in his eyes. It was the first time since we met that he was looking at me with something other than hatred and distaste.
“I didn’t save you. Grey did,” I corrected with a feeling of discomfort at the intensity of his gaze. I paid complete attention to my half eaten oatmeal as he continued to stare at me.
“You pulled a sword from hell out of my back without a second thought,” he pointed out.
“I couldn’t just let it sit there now could I? What kind of person would that make me?” I asked, finally pausing from my food play to look at him. There was still something similar to wonder in his eyes.
“You might not know this but a Hell’s sword, if it stays long enough in a demon, can make the demon seize to exist for as l
