Stan sat on his throne, his staff in hand glowing with a dark purple-black aura. He is a different man now, cold and callous. He rules his Kingdom with an iron fist. His hair now sits at his shoulders, his eyes are no longer blue but black and purple, a purple smoke emitted from them, his canine's are sharp, his crown made of silver sits upon his head's his other silver jewellery is all full of dark jewels. He heard a knock on his throne room door

"enter."

his cold voice boomed as he narrowed his eyes at the door, waiting for someone to enter.