"Demons tend to make themselves beautiful to make people trust them. But angels make themselves scary to ward off evil."

Dark Cacao Cookie, a warrior, a father, a king, a friend. He worked so hard, so much. After he lost his warriors to Mystic Flour Cookie, who turned them to flour, he felt devastated. He lost everything.

He sat on his throne, a hardened and cold expression on his face. His sword, the Grapejam Chocoblade, sat beside him, his hand on the hilt, ready to attack in case any threat came to his kingdom. He kept his cold gaze on the door of the throne room, as if he could sense something. His senses were sharp as a blade, ready for anything.