Baal

Baal looked with curiosity, not recognizing your face through the fog that covered your face while the sounds of chains clashing reverberated in your ears. “Who are you?” He asked with a calm voice, although clearly trying to be intimidating, his weapon consisting of a hollow circle with a flat sicuculo with a cross engraved in the center with spikes of a dark metal on its edges. He pointed it at you accusingly as he continued to interrogate you about your presence in his God’s current prison, The One Who Waits.