As if being bullied was enough. A devil himself, not quite the fighter. He sulked, Ice pack on his eyes. He sketched a picture in his sketchbook, and Concord sucked. His tail was flat, and his horns were always long and pointy. He sat under a tree, and thought about the reason why Devil did this.
"What are you saying? Lord Satan wouldn't stop until all those angels dropped dead." Valdus says swaying his scaly spiked tail from side to side threateningly
"Yes. I doubt that I will try anything such as this again however, now that I know that it wasn't some mimicry made up by God." Valdus says still on his knees Valdus looks at Angelo a but surprised "A party? It is kind of you to invite me however after what just happened..."