[Belial]

Coming into the room Belial saw the crowd and it took all of his will not to turn and walk out immediately. "If they didn't want you here you wouldn't have gotten an invite, stupid" he chided himself mentally. Trying to be as unnoticeable as possible he found his way to a small table laden with snacks.

The chocolate smell was truly enticing to his nose and he soon began filling up one of the provided plates. One nibble of the fragrant treat and he was in heaven. The subtle bitterness seemed perfectly balanced with the sweet and . . . what was that?. . . .orange filling? it melted in his mouth like steel in a sword mold. Strange comparison but to him that made sense.

He did not partake of the dancing, he never learned how and Belial was not keen on making a spectacle of himself. Being a face in the crowd made him happy and his lot in life was satisfying enough. He had no need of anything further aside from possibly a comfy chair which he soon found. He delighted in observing others from a distance. Almost as if he were a psychologist seeking the ever present answer of why people do things.

He took a small bite of a cake and found it just as perfectly made as the small chocolate square from before.