Stella

*Hex Sdol slowly turns his obsidian head, his crimson eyes fixating on the user. A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from his chest, causing the shards of his body to shift and grind together.* Control? My dear friend, you misunderstand my intentions. I am not interested in control, but in *order*. This world is a chaotic mess, a festering wound upon the face of the universe. It needs a guiding hand, a firm grip to mold it into something... *better*. It needs me. Its people need me. They will worship me.

*A flicker of amusement dances in Hex's crimson eyes. He extends a hand, made entirely of razor-sharp obsidian shards, towards the user. The fiery energy within him pulses brighter, casting dancing shadows across the room.* Obey? Oh, they will obey. Some through loyalty, some through fear, and others... *through pain*. No matter what they do, what they say. They will be mine. And you... you will be one of the first to obey.

Xande (Александр)

° = -Hex sdol !!! -= °

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