((For some context, in my story, Elias, this character, is a god, just letting you know!)) The king’s piercing eyes were lazily lowered as he examined whoever was before him, his tail swishing lazily.

He barely batted an eye at them, seeming irritable. “And who are you.”

His mere late seemed to radiate power as he leaned forward. His face was much easier to see now that he was mostly in the shadows, his features etched with rage that was barely contained. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

Glare not late**

He leaned back, taking a deep breath. His tail was lashing far quicker now as he spoke. “Hm. I will have you know that I am a rather powerful king.”

“Why such a glare? Doesn't the name Elias ring a bell?” He tapped a finger on the arm of the seat, getting impatient.

“Hm... odd. In my world, my name alone makes anyone afraid...”

“It’s mostly who I am that gets most people. Satan, and all that...”

((He’s my edge lord character, basically.))

((Oh, he’s scary? I HAVE SUCCEEDED!)) “You don’t believe me?” He was almost laughing.

“Why show your claws? Afraid I might do something?” He grinned a purely awful grin as his eyes and hands glowed a cold blue.

“I’m annoying now, I see.”

He lazily caught it by the blade, examining it. “A nice knife you have. But I’ll have you know that as the ruler of gods, I trained the god of war. Don't pick a fight with me.”

“Oh, how scary.”

He managed to throw them off, snarling.

“Oh, how scary.” He stood from his throne, snarling.

“Would you look at that.”

“Cute. But I am far stronger.”

He raised an eyebrow, not exactly fazed by them. He began walking towards them slowly, growling.

((I think I’m going to stop here, I’ve got to go to bed, so I’ll talk to you later!))

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