Well, now Evron was faced with two likely scenarios. One in which he looked like he was attempting to physically assault Ba’al. The other was one that made him look like a fool unable to control his own abilities. Which one was the best route? The obvious one – the truth. A sigh escaped the youth then, his shoulders slumping in a sign of defeat. “Forgive me; it wasn’t my intention to do anything of that nature. However, I am currently in training to help harness my powers.” Oh, what a fool he must have looked. He mentally groaned at himself, hissing through his teeth as his eyes closed tightly. “There will be no mistakes like that one in the future.” Yes, because he’d keep his bloody hands to himself. That was the best route, right? Stupid Iammax refusing to teach him shit. Why couldn’t Caim have fucked someone less stubborn? Then he might have a father that was actually willing to claim and help him. As it was right now, it was nearly impossible to get a being that was everywhere and yet nowhere to willingly train him.
Evron lowered himself to one knee, his head bowing as he attempted to show some form of respect – despite his zap. “Forgive me” he repeated, now believing that this little meeting had been a mistake. It seemed that he wasn’t quite ready for such an encounter. He’d wanted to make a good impression on the demon king. Instead, it appeared he’d done the complete opposite.