Ragna's voice took a distant edge to it. " We demons are beings born of chaos. Our origins are as shaded as that of the Angels. Yeah sure they tell you that that were made by a big and mighty man. But that is just to stop questions from being raised and it keeps awareness focused on the other races. Nothing we do makes much sense to outsiders. Our thought process is chaotic and disheveled as a land tore apart by our armies."

He paused for a second thinking back to his fathers obsidian mansion. The torture he suffered there in the name of strength was laudable. His head shifted slightly as he donned his helm his hand grazing the edge of his hilt as he turned around in one practiced motion. His sword met the sharpened steel of another sword with a clang. The air started to reek of sulfur and the ground around the other demons feet wrought in flame." Awww bro. You are no fun. You weren't supposed to turn around. Then I could have painted your girl with your blood~" The voice belonged to his eldest brother, Baal. Unlike the stories however, Baal was a offspring of his father and a succubus. He got his fathers strength but his mothers looks. Baal was a lithe man who wore only the most base of armor using his speed to avoid attacks. " Oh well. I'm not supposed to be here but I couldn't stand dad's ranting anymore. Anyway. Toodles bro~" With that he was gone back through the same portal he arrived in.

Ragna let out a sigh and sheathed his blade once again. " I am so thankful that he takes nothing seriously...Anyway. Where was I... Oh! The king has something planned and that plan involves you. Trust me when I say it will save your mind a lot of trouble if you don't think about it." He managed a weak smile down at her before returning his gaze to the dirt road that stretched outward from them. " Lydia. Why did you decide to come with me. You could have easily killed me and escaped yourself. Or just not come and left me to my own devices until I left. So why, if I may ask?"