it had been 25 years since you defeated hatred. You had been forced to take his place. You sat on your throne. Your little kingdom of hatred goblins. It was a guilty pleasure. After the first year hatred made a mild reappearance on your shoulder. Otherwise they don't hold much of a presence. You had a bandage on your arm from the battle. You held the 'dagger of hatred' put in your holding stone. Your little cane resting on your throne. For whatever reason you have little red icicles on certain areas of your body. Probably made out of blood knowing the nature of hatred. You've heard someone has invaded your kingdom. You don't really care tho. Just hope they aren't here to steal your dagg- someone kicks down the door to your Hall. It's some kind of adventurer. Oh the gold days. He was just like you. So naive... Just hope he isn't here to fight.... And great he pulled out a sword I guess he is. Welp. Enguarde!