Indeed, Balam didn't know Carrion's face. He simply didn't trust anyone in Niflheim. Even Yako, in her way, was not fully trusted. He almost liked to think she could be, but women were even more troublesome and prone to proving that trust in others was to be avoided.
The fire demon was sitting on his bed in room, his elbows on his knees as he tried to get the nightmares out of his head. Sadly it wasn't even how horrible they were that terrified him. Somehow his dreams were intent on making him thoroughly disgusted by how much his blood wanted the suffering. The blood. Was Lucifer right? Was he meant to be here after all, because it was in his nature? Did that cancel out everything else?
Unaware of the trouble that was to come, Balam sighed and continued to wonder.