Alvin amusedly ruffled little Ginny's hair. He'd more or less given up on his daughter having any sense of taste...
It seemed she had no interest in anything normal little girls were supposed to like!
Barbie dolls? NO!
Princess dresses? NO!
Is this angel pretty? YES!
Do you want her? NO!
See? That was the sort of taste this little girl had...
She knew the angel was probably pretty, but she just wasn't interested!
It was like how she knew her dad was the handsomest, but always yelled, "Go, Dad!"
Alvin glanced at Prince Baal, who looked a little smug, then shook his head with a smile. "What is this? Don't tell me she's some kind of demon from Hell. She doesn't look like one!"
Baal smiled and shook his head. "She certainly doesn't count as a demon to us. But if you look at her through human eyes, then she's..."
Baal looked at the angel, who seemed as lifeless as an object, with some distaste. "She's one of Satan's Fallen Einherjar. After the Royal Demons of Hell sealed Satan away, these Einherjar paid a terrible price to escape to Earth.
"She's a trophy of the Moloch clan..."
Alvin waved a hand, cutting off Baal's boasting. You'd already sealed Satan away. What was there to be proud of about capturing a few of his underlings?
He studied the sleeping "angel" again and suddenly realized that her figure was only average. His earlier nervousness had been nothing more than the reflex of a righteous gentleman...
Guo Jing, Zhang Wuji, and all those great heroes from their generation had the same problem!
"Why are you showing me this? This so-called Einherjar is less useful to me than a few Hellhounds..."
Alvin looked at Baal's astonished expression. "Let's go look at the