That forehead shot didn't even hurt the big beast. He just shrugged it off. However, he did give a little bit of a punishment. Gearfried sat down and man-handled Hizkiel over onto his knee. He held out a flat right hand and prepared for...oh dear goodness no...a spanking?!

"Now, say sorry or this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you," Gearfried warned.

Gearfried jumped and then stumbled out of his chair. He sat down while blood poured out from his body. He covered his face because what he was going to do next he didn't want people to see. He started crying. That left the bartender, the prostitute and even the evening janitor with a lot of unanswered questions and head scratching. A grown man crying was pathetic enough. An overpowered fallen angel weeping was another issue.

Gearfried no longer had ill intentions. He had a temper and was a nut when he was drunk. He definitely had faults. However, when he did calm down he could be very gentle. "Listen, let's handle this like gentlemen. I've down my wrong and I'm willing to pay for it. Banish me if you want. Try to kill me. Do whatever it is that you want to do but I've no wish to bring harm to you. After all, you approached me first. It was kind of like self-defense really," he announced.

Lucifer's appearance isn't something that a person can miss. It doesn't matter what race someone was that dark lord had a way of making himself known to everyone even when he didn't want to be. For some reason the humans around didn't even see anything out of the ordinary here except a large guy who was a pure idiot and two other guys who seemed to have taken an interest in the demonic fool. Gearfried bowed to his superior and said not another word. He was wise. Speaking out of turn with the devil probably wasn't going to be good for his health.