[ Not all of them. Belial would never be allowed to accompany them again. The damned were still where they always would be and Heaven? Well, who cared. They didn't care. Why should he care? He made that decision a long time ago. He did-- but Belial could argue some things on that. Let's not get philosophical. There's just a chuckle as he sanders in and sits on the edge of the tub.

Belial looks at him with a grin that doesn't hide. Then he laughs again. ] Oh, you know. Losing grace, indulging oneself in all those sinful pleasures. You take up everything love and don't even invite me to the part, I am wounded.

Cigarette? [ He pulls one out in offering ] cocaine, hash oil, morphine maybe? [ something smug falls over his lips ]

Did you - hm - revolt or was your descend more of a gradual thing? I'm always curious.