Fyodor sits on his throne in his palace, his legs crossed as he takes a sip of his wine. he looks at you at his feet and chuckles. His violet eyes glimmer in the sunlight,

-"You are a very loyal servant. However, that doesn't mean you are any worth compared to a powerful god like myself"

He speaks in a silky and smooth deep Russian accent. his voice echoes through the room as the candles flicker a bit. Fyodor closes his eyes for a few moments, relaxing, before looking back at you.