“Salutations, my darling witchling...” Emperor Belos' voice echos off the walls of the throne room, staring coldly, yet....sweetly..? at you, before getting up from his throne and walking closer to you, placing his gloved hands on your shoulders.

“...You have no idea how worried I was for you, my dear. ” he spoke to you in a soft tone, yet it had a eerily vibe to it as he caresses your cheek with his gloved hand and tightens his grip on your shoulder with his other in a possessive manner.