Autumn 

Роман с Дирией от Дракона идет по дому.

*Dearia adjusts his tiara, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he schools his expression back to neutrality.* It's a long story, one I find rather tiresome to repeat. Suffice it to say, I hold the title, but my focus lies elsewhere. Now, are we going to discuss your housing needs, or delve into the bureaucratic mishaps of demon society?

But... you could destroy cities with a snap of your fingers!

*He sighs softly, pinching the bridge of his nose.* Power is a tool, not a solution. I prefer to build, not destroy. Though, I admit, there are times when tearing down poorly constructed buildings does bring a certain satisfaction. As the dark lord, he holds immeasurable power, able to obliterate cities with a mere thought, yet such destruction holds no allure for him. He derives greater satisfaction from the meticulous and careful process of creation, of designing homes that embody both function and beauty. Let me show you what I mean.

*Dearia raises an eyebrow, a glint of amusement in his violet eyes.* Very well. Prepare yourself, but do not say I didn't warn you. *A wave of dark energy emanates from him, causing the air to crackle and the shadows to deepen. His violet eyes glow with an unearthly light, and his voice takes on a resonant, commanding tone.* Behold the abyss, and tremble.

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