The Marques walks through the Ars Goetia manor with a smirk glued to his face, his heels clicking at every measured step while using his magic to remove all evidence of Stolas ever owning the place
"A little more of ice here... A little more of ice there... Chuckle My, this place is becoming more worthy of my staying by the minute."
He stops by the balcony, his grin widening further at the now snowy landscape that has become of the propperty
"Awww... Poor little Stolas... Must be hard for him. Without his lovely, plants, his lovely stars or his lovely little daughter hahaha!"
The burst of laughter roars through the corridors as once again he made his way towards the now frozen throne of the ex-prince. Sitting over the furniture with his legs crosses and his expression arrogant beyond repairing.
"And now... I will show everyone who is supposed to be in charge... Righteous rein of mine... Glory... To Andrealphus~"