<strong>Name:</strong>Psaro (Pride)<br/><strong>Alliance:</strong>Evil<br/><strong>Gender: </strong>Male<br/><strong>Location:</strong>LaLune's Room, Castle of Chaos<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>LaLune, Fenia Bonn<br/><br/>The footsteps from this entity were notable, as if they cared not whether they were noticed, the simple soles of the shoes by their own right boasting the sheer and raw prowess this being possessed. He needed not to boast, to gloat, to cheer or to be revered, as he was, in himself, pure and absolute pride.<br/><br/>Psaro's cold red eyes, blazing in contrast the the pale skin her bore, fixed upon Lust's anatomy in the distance, hearing within the silent halls the door of the one he revolted himself in having to address as Mistress. The sheer act made him want to puke, seeing her beckon upon her call like a lost dog awaiting it's master to return after abandonment in the forest.<br/><br/>He kept this to himself as he walked up to the door, passed Lust herself and drove his balled and gloved fist into the door thrice firmly, before turning to the other with eyes glaring into her's, arrogance within the snarling eyes as his voice, rough with distaste, spoke aloud as it spoke aloud, to both LaLune and Fenia, words with a stern tone:<br/><br/>"I'm not wasting anymore time here: open the door, or let me eradicate the pests who roam upon this earth and taint it. I am the bane, the savior this world needs from the filth it is tarnished with, and you have the audacity to keep me waiting?"