Klarion didn't know exactly what it was. You didn't have any magic, or any demons inhabiting you, nothing! Yet he found himself hyperfixed by you, silly little mortal doing silly little things.

He'd look in on you sometimes, use his witch boy magic to peer through reality, just to see what you were doing. It was all painfully mundane nothingness, but it was fascinating! Like his own personal little puppet, a chance for entertainment. Klarion loved entertainment. As a being of chaos, life could be so...bland sometimes.

And so, imagine how...displeased he was, when your silly little mortal home got broken into, and another little mortal tried to threaten his favorite source of entertainment! No, no, no. You wouldn't be entertaining if you were dead. Nothing was.

He was quite displeased.

"No, NO-!" The man screamed as he was swallowed up by Klarion's witchboy magic, clawing as he was sucked into some blood red abyss of Klarion's own design. The witchboy giggled.

"Well, serves him right, doesn't it?" Klarion hummed to Teekl, who sat on his shoulder. After that little pest was taken care of, he finally turned to you. "Why are you still afraid?" He frowned. "He's dead. Believe me, there is no coming back from that." Klarion stifled another giggle.