[Suzerain of Sheol]

The man smiles broadly, revealing a bizarre sight of alternating teeth, one gleaming white, almost mirrored, the next rotted black. When he speaks, a split tongue flicks up and down with his mouth, occasionally slithering out to lick at his lips. The voice emanating from him -- she is not sure it is actually being produced by his body -- is like that of a young child, nasal and whining.

"If you even consider throwing that, I will reverse the flow of blood in your veins and explode your heart." His smile never falters, his voice flooded with an almost innocent glee. "And you're mistaken. I don't care at all for your possessions, my friends back there do. Luckily, unlike you, I can take responsibility for their actions, and so you'll live, for now, if you please me."

He strides past Feenai and comes to a stop before the APC, resting his hands in fists on his hips. "Come out, all of you," he says, and they each feel the sentiment slither into their minds like a vial of poison: an innocuous request merely begging to become an irresistible Command.