[Whoever is responding is sitting in a dark and misty place somewhere. He's just a tall, dark outline, the chancy light gleaming now and again off his high forehead or a cheekbone.]
[He starts to laugh. It's actually one of those classically impressive Evil Laughs, starting with a low, chilly, rasping chuckle that swells up into a rolling laugh of genuine and sadistic merriment. At the end, it truly booms--and then cuts off suddenly as the figure sobers, mood turning on a dime.]
[His accent is light but clearly Romanian, and he speaks with a sort of deep pity.] You suffer from an overestimation of your own power and importance. It is a common mortal error. But I assure you, I bow down only to God, and you are not he.
[His irises appear, glowing silver in the dark.] I would not suggest however that you send out any toys for me to play with tonight. You should probably be more worried about keeping them around to guard your skin.
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[He starts to laugh. It's actually one of those classically impressive Evil Laughs, starting with a low, chilly, rasping chuckle that swells up into a rolling laugh of genuine and sadistic merriment. At the end, it truly booms--and then cuts off suddenly as the figure sobers, mood turning on a dime.]
[His accent is light but clearly Romanian, and he speaks with a sort of deep pity.] You suffer from an overestimation of your own power and importance. It is a common mortal error. But I assure you, I bow down only to God, and you are not he.
[His irises appear, glowing silver in the dark.] I would not suggest however that you send out any toys for me to play with tonight. You should probably be more worried about keeping them around to guard your skin.