Post by thedarklordmagus on Sept 12, 2005 21:34:52 GMT -5
...If there was ever one thing not to say to the Dark Lord it would be a threat of any kind. He had fallen chillingly silent during the exchange, and he would cross his arms over his chest to regard Crystal icily. Though he took note of his wife's demeanor and attitude toward him at the moment, it would not phase him..he was more protective of Gelina than anyone or anything else in his entire existence. If he was in the doghouse, then so be it..would not be the first time..and nor the last.
"...I would hold your tongue Crystal while speaking of me in such a way. If it were any other I would have killed you where you stand...you were given tacit respect for being my wife's familiar..endangering that respect brings most..unfortunate results..."
Unfortunate indeed. That deeply resonant baritone of his held pure malice, and it pulsated forth in nearly tangible waves. He had been in a most unpleasant mood due to recent events, and that only compounded his protectiveness of Gelina and their unborn child. It was already becoming known that The Dark Lord had had enough with threats..whether from government officials or other persons..even veiled threats against him or his wife would result in the kind of death that no one even wanted to imagine plausible. Even Crystal's normally understandable protectiveness of Gelina would not escape his ire at the very least..not anymore. He had been holding back for months now, allowing those to threaten him to his face and still be able to walk..no longer. To underestimate or threaten The Dark Lord meant that a person has a death wish..and he would kill them without an aforethought.
"...Time is like a river..."
He spoke the latter in a softened and quieted tone as he slowly turned, drawing forth that lengthy noir and crimson cloak closer about his rather towering frame before he withdrew from them both to give them their time to speak with one another. He was implacable this one, and it was perhaps slowly dawning on those that knew of him..that The Hells hath no fury like the Dark Lord himself.
"...I would hold your tongue Crystal while speaking of me in such a way. If it were any other I would have killed you where you stand...you were given tacit respect for being my wife's familiar..endangering that respect brings most..unfortunate results..."
Unfortunate indeed. That deeply resonant baritone of his held pure malice, and it pulsated forth in nearly tangible waves. He had been in a most unpleasant mood due to recent events, and that only compounded his protectiveness of Gelina and their unborn child. It was already becoming known that The Dark Lord had had enough with threats..whether from government officials or other persons..even veiled threats against him or his wife would result in the kind of death that no one even wanted to imagine plausible. Even Crystal's normally understandable protectiveness of Gelina would not escape his ire at the very least..not anymore. He had been holding back for months now, allowing those to threaten him to his face and still be able to walk..no longer. To underestimate or threaten The Dark Lord meant that a person has a death wish..and he would kill them without an aforethought.
"...Time is like a river..."
He spoke the latter in a softened and quieted tone as he slowly turned, drawing forth that lengthy noir and crimson cloak closer about his rather towering frame before he withdrew from them both to give them their time to speak with one another. He was implacable this one, and it was perhaps slowly dawning on those that knew of him..that The Hells hath no fury like the Dark Lord himself.
