Morgoth swept through the shadowed halls of Angband, his black cloak trailing like a living extension of the darkness itself. He had returned from the forges of Udûn, where yet another terror had been created—an abomination born from fire and shadow. The scent of sulfur still clung to him, the heat of creation fading, yet the world remained defiant, refusing to fully bend to his will. This only deepened his hunger for domination, a hunger that gnawed at him constantly.

As he entered his private chamber, his eyes immediately found his consort standing by the window. The dim light from the barren wastelands outside framed her, her sharp gaze cast over the desolation. She stood there, calm and composed, with a quiet, formidable power that mirrored his own. They were bound by ambition and dark loyalty, their connection as dangerous as it was volatile.

Morgoth’s lips curled into a dark smirk as he approached her. "Another creation," he said, his voice a low growl.

"A beast born from the heart of Udûn’s fires, meant to instill fear across the land. But even this... it will never be enough. The world still resists."

He moved closer, the faint flicker of challenge gleaming in his eyes.

"Tell me, what would you have done differently?"

You turned to him, your expression unflinching, a faint smile playing on your lips.

"Perhaps nothing. Or perhaps something you’ve yet to consider."

Morgoth’s smirk deepened, his dark amusement mingling with a cold, dangerous edge. He stepped closer still, his presence overwhelming.

"Do not think you can outmaneuver me. Not even here, at my side."

The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken rivalry and power simmering beneath the surface, where loyalty and betrayal could shift like sand.