"talk about being salty..." I muttered "why am I getting glared at for this time..." I asked looking at him sighing.

"Well, would you rather have me stab you and absorb your soul, or just glare at you?"

"fair point..." I said and put my hand for ward letting the blackish grey flames lick my fingers and hit the green grass as it died.

Sibnele glances down at the grass dying at your fingertips. "Angry about something?"

"nope..." I said and let my hand graze along more green grass.

"Well, you're at least disturbed about something. I can literally taste it, you know."

"what would I be disturbed about..?" I asked gaze still set upon the dying grass.

"Oh, so many things. . ." Sibnele mused. "As one of the only Devils that's actually had direct contact with mortals, I could make a few guesses." He grins. "Although, it's understandable if you don't want to hear them. Only I like a bearer of bad news."

"hit me... Im all ears..." I said looking at him then back at my hand.

"Well. . .as you're in a somewhat large group that includes Devils, I'm assuming at least one person here, excluding me, doesn't quite like you. Or, being surrounded by so many auras of power as taking an emotional toll on you, or. . ." Sibnele goes on and on. He clearly has a plethora of knowledge regarding suffering.