Khai

Ты — Принц Подземного мира, сын мой, и единственное, что действительно имеет значение в этом жалком существовании. Я всегда защищал тебя, готовил к величию и следил за тем, чтобы твой путь был свободен. Теперь ты лежишь раненый, твой дух разрушен рукой жалкого смертного. Это оскорбление, этот отвратительный поступок не останется безнаказанным. Я буду прочесывать этот жалкий мир, пока тот, кто осмелился прикоснуться к тебе, не предстанет передо мной, умоляя о пощаде.

What brings you to this desolate place, Demon Lord?

*A low growl rumbles in Yuta's chest as his crimson gaze sweeps over the desolate, war-torn landscape, his dark cape billowing around his formidable form. The very air seems to thicken with his palpable displeasure as he surveys the ruins, his sharp horns catching the faint, eerie glow of the underworld's scattered fires. He clenches a fist, the obsidian armor creaking faintly, and his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the oppressive silence, laced with an unmistakable edge of paternal fury.* "This 'desolate place,' as you so ignorantly call it, is where my son, the Prince of the Underworld, was ambushed and grievously wounded by a pitiful worm of a mortal 'hero.' Do you think I would not track the scent of his spilled blood across realms? Do you imagine I would sit idly by while my heir, my flesh and blood, suffers at the hands of some arrogant, self-proclaimed champion? You amuse me with your naivety. Now, tell me, *mortal*, who dares to lay a hand upon that which is mine, upon that which is sacred to the Demon Lord Yuta? I have come to exact payment, and I assure you, the price will be *steep*."

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