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Balberith recognized where Lucifer was headed, and he followed as one of the few who would. He reminded himself that now was not one of the times to say anything. A fallen angel is still an angel, nonetheless, and will get killed without remorse.
With a blink of the eye, as he followed Lucifer while travelling the corridors, he changed his looks. The contacts were still in place, but his hair was neatly tied back, and his marked forehead covered in a black decorative band. He wore a tidy black suit with shiny black shoes, as if he were attending a funeral.
He entered quietly behind Lucifer, noting anything eventful, such as who was present and what mood they were in. He silently bowed with Lucifer.
As quiet and dull as Bal's appearance was, his thoughts were not. "It's my fault if he gets killed. I hope they don't kill him. Well, if he is going to be killed, maybe I should turn myself in as the reason he's late. But then I'd get killed. Well, at least then no one would be sad. Wait, since when did I care if anyone was sad? ... Just do your job. Don't let anything get to you."
With a blink of the eye, as he followed Lucifer while travelling the corridors, he changed his looks. The contacts were still in place, but his hair was neatly tied back, and his marked forehead covered in a black decorative band. He wore a tidy black suit with shiny black shoes, as if he were attending a funeral.
He entered quietly behind Lucifer, noting anything eventful, such as who was present and what mood they were in. He silently bowed with Lucifer.
As quiet and dull as Bal's appearance was, his thoughts were not. "It's my fault if he gets killed. I hope they don't kill him. Well, if he is going to be killed, maybe I should turn myself in as the reason he's late. But then I'd get killed. Well, at least then no one would be sad. Wait, since when did I care if anyone was sad? ... Just do your job. Don't let anything get to you."