Chapter 74: Filibuster (4)
Barbatos whispered to me.
“Don’t make eye contact. You’ll piss yourself.”
I felt slightly dazed. A majority of the Demon Lords I’ve met until now have had self-conceited personalities. They weren’t always formal to other Demon Lords if they happened to have a higher rank than them. It was rare to see them greet someone courteously. And yet, every Demon Lord bowed the moment Baal appeared.
“They aren’t greeting him. They’re pretending to greet him.”
“What do you mean?”
“You feel fear if you make eye contact with old man Baal. It’s fucking terrifying. They’re avoiding his gaze as naturally as possible by pretending to greet him because they don’t want to experience that.”
This was shocking. In other words, the Demon Lords would rather show the utmost courtesy than meet Baal’s gaze. How terrifying must his gaze be that the people whose prides are as high as the Himalayas themselves would go out of their way to formally greet him simply to avoid making eye contact?
“Is it that scary?”
“If you’re curious, then give it a shot.”