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Baalzebul scowls at Lucan's refusal, and turns back to face the Shepherd. "Assuming I've sufficiently address your very touching concern that I appear weak, Perhaps you could expound to me the reasons that you seem to think that you're very important and worth keeping around?" His eyes drift back to the bile on the floor that was spewed after he drank the holy-water tainted wine.

"And I'm afraid you'll need to do better than 'Zorella wants us dead, so you should keep us alive.' She may be a glorified whore who has attracted the approval of some demon-lord," He stops to sneer at Zorella, whose screams have subsided to a whimper. "But she is technically on my side."