Fell Dragon, Tanathos
"Huh, didn't think that human for an art collector." He blinked at the presence he felt from that painting. He could smell, feel the blood coming from it, even taste it. Probably because he took a lick more than anything. It spoke to him, partly of the futility of life and the vain efforts humans made to immortalize their struggles. It was also quite ugly, is this what humans passed for modern art? He just never had the taste for such things. Feeling offended, he burnt it to ashes without hesitation. One less ugly thing in his domain all the better.
Sure, that thing had power, but the power he sought wasn't something you could look for in trinkets. It was in the self, something to conquer, to topple, so he may grow to greater heights. But he felt power from this thing. Just what would happen if he completely eradicated it from this world? His magic could certainly destroy objects without a single corporeal trace, but this...
"Hoho. So I may not fully destroy such an effort? Fine, then allow me to paint over it. This will make for a better answer to her question than words would."
And so there was fire, shattering the painting and turning it into a pitch black canvas. No grail, no sun, nothing. Nothing but the dead coldness of space, the ultimate void.
He turned to the other trinkets. Just what could they be hiding? Rather than uncover one by one, it was easier to just destroy the veneer. So he burned the sheets, and devoured the cloths whole with a wave of magic. Might as well take a look at what she was hiding.