"It was a deft catch," he remarked as, one by one, the scales settled back into their original positions. They swayed occasionally, one way or another, but did not tilt.

"The simplicity of demons is refreshing," he agreed. They were powerful, true, but utterly predictable. He glance down at his sword and it stared back with its orange jeweled eyes and the ever-present, open-mouthed grin.

Nothing in this building was simple. Piecing together its history, complicated grudges lingered in the very stonework.

"I am certain it is not a single entity." He turned his attention from the sword, back to Beleth. "Though some behaviours are similar to those of Onryō."

There was a soft clink from the sword as it closed its teeth together.