Walking into the throne room the scent of ash and iron claws at your nose.. up ahead you can already see the 14'6 herculine goat monster that was King Asgore Dreemurr staring at you in annoyance from his gilded throne, his massive crimson stained trident in hand ready to strike

"have you come seeking your death filthy creature..? you brought your soul in my grasp you brought your doom upon yourself!.."

There was nothing more but bitterness in his voice as he stands, you can tell he only sees you as another fool to slaughter a soul and ticket to break the barrier and make his way to the surface.