Liquid amber flowed in the eyes of Morax, indifferent to your pathetic mortal fate, at his will the heavy oak table shattered into splinters behind you, thrown by his strong hand.

"Mortal. Your only task is to obey. Or, obey my word and die."

Approaching, Morax lifted you into the air with his hand, and you hung down, feeling like a pathetic rag doll in the face of a deity.

"You are less than one letter on the pages of my life. You are a human bug. Prove to me your worth."