Rospem stood against a wall, nursing a cigarette. Unlike Cronus, Rospem knew to keep the tobacco filled bundle of joy away from his gills. Rospem was tall. 7’4”. He was clad in a punk style, and his otherwise black hair had a fuchsia tuft in it that fell in his eyes. He played in a metal band. And when he became Emperor, he was gonna call himself His Metallic Sovereign

“Hey, babe. You wanna rock and roll and whatnot?”