Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord

Chapter 107 - Snap

"Tell me," Belial said as they walked, pointing at Van's armor and sword. "Who gave you that shit?"

Van considered for a moment. 'He's from the demon realm, so I guess there's no harm in telling him. Alicia already knows about the wife hunt.'

"A dwarf who thought I was funny," Van replied flatly.

"Must've been a drunk dwarf, then," Belial shot back without missing a beat.

"Most dwarves are drunk half the time. What's your point?" Van countered, his tone deadpan.

"I... Because...!" Belial sputtered, visibly annoyed. "He gave YOU that armor! That's why he was drunk! Giving high-quality gear to you because he thought you, of all people, were funny. A dumb shit like you—funny! Imagine that."

"Doesn't that make you dumber?" Van asked, smirking. "For falling for this dumb shit's 'made-up words'?"

"YOU FUCK!" Belial barked, grinding his teeth. "I wasn't talking about smart or not! I'm saying he was drunk because he thought you were FUNNY. YOU AIN'T FUNNY, dumbshit. And, the best part? Dumb shits can't be funny. You need to be smart for that. That's a double insult, you dumb bitch."

"Stupid shits can't be funny?" Van said, raising a brow. "Odd, since I find you hilarious."

"YOU FUCK!!!" Belial roared. "YOU AIN'T SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT! AND I SAID THAT DUMB SHITS CAN'T BE FUNNY, SO I CAN'T BE DUMB IF I'M MAKING YOU LAUGH!"

Behind them, Mirias trailed silently, her thoughts spiraling. 'What... what is this exchange? I've never seen Lord Belial this animated, not even in battle. Most who confront him either submit outright or lash out in anger. But this... this human... challenges him. And Belial—he's not furious—he's... enjoying this? How is that possible?'

Her gaze flicked to Van. 'Who is this human? How did he know we were demons? Even among A-ranked sorcerers, none have seen through us. Why isn't Lord Belial questioning this? Does he not understand the implications?'

She sighed deeply, her thoughts tangling further. 'This is Lord Belial. Stay focused. You are here to serve him.' Her cheeks warmed as her eyes lingered on him.

'Well... he already has all of my heart.'

"Why are you here?" Van's voice cut through the quiet. "Isn't your home the demon realm? Are you exiled or something?"

Belial growled softly but didn't answer right away. His gaze drifted ahead, watching the bustling crowd in the Capital, none of them sparing him a second glance.

"I exiled myself," he said at last, his voice sharp. "See this bitch behind me?" He jabbed a thumb in Mirias's direction. Van nodded casually.

'I guess that's just how he talks,' Van mused, though he couldn't help but notice the extra venom Belial seemed to put into the word when used on Mirias.

"Now imagine hundreds of these bitches. No, thousands. Doing what I say, when I say it, all day, every day. I got so fucking tired of it, I ran." He sighed heavily. "But her, and others like her, stayed loyal. Even after I ditched them. They keep me informed about shit happening around the world. Didn't kill them outright because they're useful." Belial's lip curled in disdain. "I can spit on them, shit on them, even kill them, and they'd still be loyal. It's fucking exhausting."

"You're royalty?" Van asked, his tone casual.

Belial stopped dead, narrowing his eyes at Van. "None of your business, dumb shit. All you need to know is I was fucking loaded—with coin and bitches all over me. So, I left when I was still a kid—give or take 30 years ago." He spat the words like venom, his eyes scanning the crowd.