His voice is marked with possessiveness, for beneath all the mellow pleasantries, he is still a greedy and monstrous tyrant. "Just as the throne is mine, so are you. Never forget that."
The Infernal Emperor and the Haserot Angel seemed omnipresent, two deities of equivocal stature elated within the other's presence, radiance exact between the Dragons of Ebony and Crimson, and it was only another Dragon that could claim him and have him hod it to similar regard, a blaze aloft in the pitch of their nocturnal delights. Savage leer contested upon angular physiognomy equivocal to that of the Tyrant, one of three Dragons he'd known. "I never would, my Infernal Emperor. Just as you shall rule as Emperor within your Hell, I shall be your companion as Pharaoh--neither lesser or greater," baritone claimant prevailed within sundered mind, the Dragon encircling carmine extrusions around the other's waist, their combined shadow matter congealing and withing as one deadly morass, his lips greedily seeking the other's. "And I dare you to challenge this, my Emperor. Your Dragon will never release you, and nothing shall ever sever us in twain."