A mob marches to their feet

Insane!

This man in front of him was completely insanely brilliant, perhaps there was something to be had here. Imonde wasn't much of a thinker, he would never admit that to anyone, but he preferred to lay teeth first to someone and ask questions after the fact. Now because of this Imonde tended to make a slew of enemies very quickly, and he didn't mind, the more enemies to force submission on, the more he bolstered his Divine status amongst these mortals.

The god of slaughter had no pity, and while he didn't think it was something he would be looking forward to in the future, he would be looking to take heads. "Per-hap-s, we sh-all all-ow this...all-i-an-ce...yes" He agrees, still watching the male like he grew a third head.


"Speech"
'thoughts'