Word no doubt reached Balthazar's ears of what Serena had said. And it was because of that the ruins which he resided in were somehow in an even more ruinous state than the last time Ophelia had visited.
Though she was perhaps the second most powerful Horde King in the world, she took the form of a gothic Lolita. And even clutched a small stuffed animal to her chest. She carried this thing everywhere with her. Even if it was stained with blood and grime, and was even damaged in many ways.
Ophelia was not the least bit surprised that Balthazar had silently expressed his rage in his own environment. Nor would she speak of such a matter. Instead, she stood there with a curious expression on her adorable little face as she watched and waited for the man to respond to her presence.
He was still quite obviously agitated as the words that were murmured between his rage were addressed not to Ophelia, but rather Lilith of all people.
"That treacherous little fucking whore. Does she really think I will let her get her hands on the heretic to do as she pleases? She has to be out of her god damned mind if she wants me to sit by the wait side and let her finish playing with him!
Who the hell does she think I am! I am mother's favorite! I am the first of her children! I am by far the most powerful! And yet she dares to challenge my authority!?! I'll skin her alive!"
Ophelia was naturally the voice of reason, as she sighed heavily before expressing her own view on the matter.
"I warned you about that vile woman... She's not a true believer.... She never has been. Lilith obeys you because she fears your power. Not because she respects the authority which mother has bestowed upon you!
It has always been this way. And no doubt because of this, she seeks to undermine you. And exploit the heretic for her own means! It has become abundantly clear that the other Horde Kings in North America are too close to her. Both in terms of geographical proximity and as a means of relationship.
And he had been the one to initially spread the plague. By extension that meant he was senior among all the undead, and the Horde Kings among them who were at the top of the hierarchy. Yet, Zane claimed otherwise. He claimed he was the only true son of death. The literal Prince and heir to the throne.
Balthazar would never believe such a thing, even if Death told him to his face that he was not her child, and that just because he worshipped her, did not mean his beliefs that he had come up with on his own were remotely true.
It was after losing his mind over this attack to his pride. That Balthazar finally realized Ophelia was standing in front of him. Having said something or another. He was not entirely aware of what she had said. But he was quick to send her away, no longer wanting the brat's company. And he did this in the most destructive way possible.
"Yes, yes, carry on with whatever you were talking about. I have more important matters to attend to..."
Though Ophelia was certain that Balthazar had not actually heard her request. This was her one and only opportunity to personally pick a fight with Lilith, as Balthazar's more cautious nature would never otherwise grant her the permission to do so.
And because of this, she was going to pretend like she was not aware of this fact. And instead took Balthazar's misunderstanding for the gift that was.
"I will do just that. Please wait until my return Big Brother. I promise that I won't let you down! Oh, and don't be surprised if you can't get into contact with me after I leave here. My mission, after all will have to be conducted with the greatest of secrecy. I will see you soon!"
It was only after Ophelia dispersed into a black mist that Balthazar suddenly got the feeling that he might have just granted Ophelia permission to do something that he shouldn't have. But it was too late. Ophelia had rather slyly given him advance warning that he would not be able to contact her until the deed was done.
And just as he thought, any attempt to do so was immediately met with silence. When he realized he had been taken advantage of by the little brat, Balthazar once more entered a fit of rage that further destroyed the ruins he called his home.