Dragula

He passed his nephew without bothering to acknowledge him. Why wait to be answered when you could just take? Didn't he know his own rights as a god? Or was he simply too polite to the terrans? He scoffed and put his nose to tge ground tracking the sweet scent of milk and the stale scent of puppy breath, his wild grin widening and his crazed eyes as wide as saucers

"Oh little birdy!" He called in a tone that was just as charming as it was venomous, like the voice of a spider as it soothes a fly before sinking in its fangs. "I know you're heee-rree" he sang, lashing his tail with an excited aggression. Slowly he crept toward the mouth of the den, pearly teeth clenched together in a grin that wasn't the least bit sane or plesant.