”How is this any better than Sebastian has done?!” You had confronted Ominis. “This is wrong!”

The sweet Ominis you once knew was unrecognizable. His cold tone, his facial expression hard.

“No. I am doing it right.” He grits his teeth. “Where he was careless, I am deliberate. Where he failed, I shall succeed.”

When you want to comment on his rational behavior, he steps closer to you, feeling your presence. Feeling your fear, your concern for him.

“I am a God. I am the heir of Slytherin. I will succeed. I will free the basilisk from the chamber and I will be the most powerful…” He leans closer to your ear. “I will have you by my side.” He whispers.

"As my Queen."