Snippet #2141536

Malthus groaned, entering the apartment complex as he looked around. There was a disturbence he felt as some sort of magic was used, a binding or trapping spell. Now he was able to locate the floor, but the right room was still beyond him. He began knocking on doors and checking rooms, but to no avail. Where in the underworld were they? Then the ground began rumbling, and he noticed a light coming from under a door. He paused and approached slowly. Then he heard that voice. "Which fine gal seeks my help?" She'd gone and done it now. Belial was bad enough in the underworld, the last thing he needed was that womanizer in the human world. With a sly and casual entrance, he opened the door and tipped his hat down to where the massive notch only showed his mouth. Thanks to the spell, he looked human, but anyone who knew him could tell it was still same old Malthus.

"Oh my, I can just walk right in? Someone should really lock that door if they don't want to be discovered.~"

That twisted and sly grin creased his lips as he walked to the cage, placing a hand on the top and muttering a few words, causing the magically created metal bars and plates to shatter like glass. "A weak containment chant. I know about defense, including guarding, protection, and traps, along with how to negate them. Trust me child, that demon that was with you was a fool." He opened his eyes a bit, revealing the vibrant orange eyes with slitted pupils like a serpent's. His gaze soon turned to the sealed Belial, resisting the urge to laugh. "As for you, you bite-sized pervert, go back to the underworld. I don't need you here. Stay if you like, but stay out of the way. I'd hate to crush you when you're so tiny.~"