"Humm, I couldn't agree more," Bel answered. She proceeded to walk over to the sink, grab a glass from the cabinet, and fill it up with tap-water. She then sat down at the other end of the table, opposite of Myre, and took a drink.
"Mankind didn't always used to be civilized, or full of niceties. I remember when they were they were rather quite violent, and cruel to each other." The demon smiled to herself; fond memories coming back. This soon turned into a dour expression.
"I could never understand why my father preferred them over us" she growled.
She dipped her finger into the glass of water, and within seconds the entire contents of the glass turned into blood. Bel then waved her hand over the top, and it became crystal clear again. Like hell she would actually have drank that blood.