Vega
The surge of power made his body freeze, if only for a second. He looked back, locks waving, and saw her for the first time in the flesh. His eyes widened, and for a moment he couldn't help but gape his mouth.
It was fortunate Lucy was there to soothe him. Regaining his composure, his eyes narrowed. Elizabeth, the mistress of the Pleasure Palace. He had heard of her... her power.
"Is this supposed to be impressive? How droll." He had expected more from a Demon Lord. If he had such vast power, he would have done more than this. First of all, this pathetic excuse of a monument would be far more shapely. He'd have built it in his image. The statues would also be of far better looking things, such as himself. Oh, and there would be a golden fountain of his body, somewhere around the left. No, a bit to the right. There, perfect.
"I tire of this Lucy. Don't tell me this was the best you could think of. This woman didn't even have the decency to put my visage on a billboard. Tch, what a useless Angel."
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"But I will give you this. The glass is quite nice." He walked a bit closer to the building and admired his reflection, completely ignoring both as he posed suggestively. Ah, yes, much better. Hopefully these two would take a hint and not ruin the moment.
Oho. How naughty.