<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<hr/>As the door had opened, Psaro was greeted by<em>her</em>simply looking at a picture of a demon having an appetizing feast upon the souls of the damned and hopeless, the stains of life which spoiled the world. Simply looking at the portrait, it reminded him of just how frail, how weak, how pathetic mankind was, and exactly that reason was why their destruction was absolutely necessary.<br/><br/>That's why he was disgusted in the Mistress, who insisted to taint the heart of man, despite him adoring the concept of stomping upon their pathetic skulls and crushing it inwards, his foot drenched in the lesser blood of such a weak evolution. Looking across at the mistress, he too believed she, despite being his creator, was beneath him: she was all of the sins in herself, and because of that she possessed the weak sins of Sloth and Lust, the sins who to his opinion did nothing but tarnish the name of the demon.<br/><br/>Barging past Fenia he hissed "I am not your lowly pet, I am not an insignificant tool for your amusement: I have a name, I expect it to be used." to the red haired woman, ignoring her physical charms as well as...well, everything about her; he couldn't care less, he knew himself he was the pinnacle of perfect in each and every aspect. Peak physical prowess, he knew that the demon in the portrait posed no threat to him. Arrogance clouding his mind? Perhaps, but the facts were much of this arrogance he could back up, and was willing to.<br/><br/>Resting his back upon the wall, he looked into his hand, a locket, before clenching the fist around it as he gazed over to LaLune saying "Get this over with, you're wasting my time."