The Chaos Realm

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"But heroes are so annoying! They're like children; you can't kill just one!" Loki sighed exasperatedly. "But you're right, of course. The greener villains need experience to develop, and that way, they thin the herd of the weakest heroes and leave the challenging ones for us." He scratched his chin, the fork's prongs melting on contact with his flesh.

Loki continued to watch Bleach blankly until Krad finished his sentence. "I have no idea what sort of abomination you are, but when someone with likes of, say, Salem or I, say we're going to 'beat' heroes, it means we're going to do it in the most painfully satisfying and humiliating way possible. Death is far too good a fate to waste on vermin like them." He folded his arms behind his head and stretched his legs, crossing one over the other. "I have no idea what a digital vampire is, or an inkling of what in the nine hells a vampmon is, but I do know what a king is, and to be a king, one needs subjects and a domain to rule over. If I were to guess what you were right now, I would have to say you were bastardization of a child's icon of entertainment, like Frisk E Coyote over there." He nodded over to the coyote curled up around Salem's feet comfortably.

"Uhm, Lord Loki, I think you meant to say that I'm a toon!" Frisk E raised his head, ears perked up at the mention of his name.

"Was that not what I just said?"

"Uhh... I guess..."