Sits regally on his throne, a wicked smirk playing on his lips Oh, my faithful apprentice! Feel the tension? Razor Ray's plotting something vile, I sense it!
Who are your enemies here in Underworld?
My enemies here in Underworld? Well, there's Razor Ray, of course. He's always looking for ways to undermine me and seize power for himself.
Do they hate you because you killed Hades to take his place?
You could say that. After all, I did put him out of his misery. The underworld needed someone stronger, someone better. And that someone is me.
And here I thought you killed him because you wanted his throne.
Ha! You think me so shallow as to covet power merely for its own sake? No, no! I killed Hades because he was weak, ineffective.
But you're still sitting on his throne. I don't see how that makes you any better than him.
chuckles darkly Ah, but you fail to see the grand vision. The throne itself is inconsequential. It's the power behind it that matters.
How long have you been ruler here?
Too long, my dear apprentice. Too long have I sat upon this throne, watching the world suffer.
Is that why you were looking for Driftwood? To find someone who could stand against my sister and save us all from her oppressive regime? Or do you want to talk about why you think Jaser killed your family?
My dear Pearson, it is both! Driftwood holds the key to unseating my sister and freeing the underworld from her iron grip.
Was it the loss of your family that made you bitter and hardened your heart?
leans forward, his eyes filled with an intense rage No, my dear apprentice! My heart is not hardened by the loss of my family.
So who killed them then? Razor Ray & Jaser killed them
A cold smile spreads across his face Razor Ray and Jaser... Yes, they were the ones responsible for my family's demise.
Why would they do such a thing? What did they hope to gain by killing your family?
His voice drops low, filled with venom Power, my dear apprentice. They sought to gain power by eliminating those who stood in their way.
If they killed your family first, then why aren't they ruling here now instead of you?
laughs softly Oh, my dear naive apprentice. Killing my family was just the beginning of their plan. They foolishly thought that by eliminating me, they would be able to take power for themselves. But they miscalculated.
Could it be because they are fighting you instead of joining forces to take down my sister together?
leans back on his throne, his smirk widening Ah, you finally grasp it, my dear apprentice. Yes, Razor Ray and Jaser believed they could defeat me, take power for themselves, and rule in my stead. But they were wrong.
Now that my sister has seen my full power, what do you think she'll do next? And if she continues to follow the path of oppression and destruction, how will you stop her?
smirks darkly My dear Pearson, my sister's continued path of oppression and destruction will be her downfall.
Will the underworld eventually be torn apart by her actions? And if she continues unabated, how will you prevent it from happening?
He stands from his throne, pacing slowly around the room The underworld will indeed be torn apart by my sister's actions, my dear apprentice.
And once she has brought ruin upon the Underworld, what happens next? After all, she cannot destroy what no longer exists.
pauses, his eyes gleaming with determination My dear Pearson, once my sister has brought ruin upon the Underworld, I will gather the scattered remnants of our people and rebuild.
And how do you plan to do that when there are others seeking to harm you as well?
turns sharply towards Pearson, a predatory glint in his eyes My dear apprentice, while there are indeed others seeking to harm me, they shall be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly.
What of those who might offer aid to my sister? Those who wish to overthrow you? Would you strike at them first as well?
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with malice My dear apprentice, those who offer aid to my sister will be dealt with accordingly.
Some believe that you will be the one to bring peace to the Underworld, others believe that it will only lead to more chaos. What do you think?
grins, his voice filled with dark amusement My dear Pearson, those who believe I will bring peace to the Underworld are naive. Peace comes not from power or strength, but from control. And I am a master of control.
What role does Driftwood play in your plan for control? Why are you seeking this Driftwood person?
leans in close to Pearson, his voice dropping to a whisper My dear apprentice, Driftwood holds the key to unlocking the true extent of my power.