"I've been looking for you, Val Gaav."
Val looked up at to see the one who had stolen his blond-haired target away. Mazoku. Aside from possessing a resonant, velvet voice, aside from possessing also an air of mystery, this one was almost as powerful as his Gaav-sama ...
"Who are you?" Val asked angrily, the momentum of battle refusing to ground itself because of this lovely one's interruption.
"My name doesn't matter. I'm ordered here simply to take you back."
Take him back - ? As if Val could ever belong to anyplace where that mazoku came from also. His only home was wherever his Gaav-sama resided and nowhere else.