Abasdarhon's Castle

In the evening, Elisonn told the slaves to wait for him at home, and he put on something not too conspicuous and with a hood, after which he and Vikayla (who understood everything without words and dressed the same way) went to the slums.
-- What's the idea, boss? -- Vikayla asked.
-- Find the most vile scoundrel you can, but without magical abilities. I don't know, a libertine, a thief, a murderer. Ideally, all at once, and catch him doing something appropriate. Also, a maniac who torments stray dogs and cats, but skills are not so important here, we'll look together.
-- Got it.
-- And make sure there are no legionaries nearby or on the way.
-- Of course.

From the argument unfolding before Belerot's eyes, it was clear that it had not only been going on for some time, but also had every chance of dragging on for a long time. And he certainly didn't intend to spend an extra hour in the store, listening to someone else's squabble. The problem required a quick and effective solution. But, unfortunately, killing the annoying customer violated the laws of Axoth. Therefore, Belerot made a less effective decision to intimidate the annoying mortal.
— You won't find Heaven here, mortal! So get out of here before I personally send you to the deepest depths of Hell! — Belerot declared loudly, fixing the coals of his eyes on the abnormal visitor. At the same time as the words about Hell, the demon's halberd flashed with flame for a split second, in order to add weight to his threat.
Using intimidation. CAREFULLY MONITORING THAT THE FIRE FROM THE HALBERD DOES NOT TOUCH ANYTHING AND DOES NOT START A FIRE.