Michael forcefully pulled out the crimson-red trident that was embedded in his hand, grimacing at the pain it caused. As he struggled to free himself, the Serpent King swiftly approached, his transformed cobra head locking eyes with Michael's gaze.
"I have waited countless years for this moment," hissed the Serpent King, his voice dripping with venom. However, faced with a fallen god and a threatening giant cobra, Michael remained unfazed.
With a hint of mockery in his voice, Michael retorted, "Ever heard of breath mints?" He knew that as a god, he couldn't be killed, and he sensed that the Serpent King was about to embark on a peculiar tale.
"You destroyed my love. Because of you, she never loved me back," hissed the Serpent King, his voice filled with bitterness and resentment.
"Are you talking about Cindy?" Michael asked, his eyes cold and unyielding. As he uttered those words, the Serpent King's tail slowly coiled around Michael, tightening its grip.