The sound of peaceful breathing could be heard through the devilish-looking throne room, the source emerging from none other than the throne itself.
On the devilish looking throne surrounded by hundreds of spikes tearing out of it, while Abysmally dark as red splashes marked it surface, a young man, or to say a dark scaled devil could be seen cross-legged.
Dark scales covered his arms which ended up in ghostly claws, while half his face was covered by those same
Arm stretched out where a black could be seen, gently burning with abysmally dark flames.
"AHHHHHHHHH" Stale white air puffed out of his mouth as two dark beams of light flashed through the dark space.
Slowly he rose from his feet, his right hand still holding on to the dark ball, and then he stretched out his left hand, and mysteriously another ball of Chaos formed.
"HUUUUUU"
BOOOOM
The entire throne room shook widely as the young man took a step forward.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!