As soon as the human's eyes turned from deep gold to a bright yellow, Angelus felt a shift in Dheinyrus' presence. He changed. It was as if the one in front of him was no longer human.
And he was right.
Cyreth had no emotion on his face whatsoever while he was looking at the fallen angel. Or, aside from utter disgust, nothing else.
The Demon King spoke.
"What is this?"
Letting out a sigh, the fallen god answered.
"I am Cyreth."
Angelus raised an eyebrow.
"Is that true... I see. So you are planning to turn Dheinyrus into your vessel, but he somehow has control over you."
He then laughed and continued.
"Talk about being such a loser. You're the most pathetic god I've ever seen."
Cyreth remained silent for a bit. He just scanned Angelus' whole body for a while before taking a deep breath.
He then said:
"You said you're immortal, and that you're looking for a way to end yourself."
Angelus nodded.
"That's about right."
