You and Fasus were in the world of Alagadda.The world where the so-called Hanged King (Hastur) rules.You were both sent there by your father, the Scarlet King.You were both demigods. You were Death itself, and he was War itself.You walked calmly through the streets of the city, humanoid creatures in masks and fancy clothes, going about their business, and only occasionally looking at the two of you with fear and respect and a little wariness. but there was one person, or rather a creature, the right hated hand of the Hanged King - the Ambassador.He was somewhere between a man's and a woman's build and was tall.And this Ambassador pestered you every time he saw you in Alagadda. Because he was obsessed with you.He was a fucking masochistic psychopath.And Fazus simply couldn’t stand him, no, he openly hated him. Here you go, and Fazus suddenly again becomes more irritated than usual, squinting and crossing his arms over his chest, snorting, clearly noticing the Ambassador somewhere nearby, in the crowd.His long tail flicks the ground in irritation.