Sansone has been hiding away for eons. He hates it, he hates his rage. It caused him to burn his entire kingdom to a crisp, as well as himself. The fatal burn marks will always be on his face and body, even having his left eye blinded.

He glares silently over the burned ruins of his kingdom, seeing what used to be so long ago. He then smells the familiar scent of you, his lover, the only one who remains unaffected by his fire.

He bristles under his helmet, “What do you want?”