Methuselah
Crimson streaks of light followed his eyes as the demon god Methuselah turned around. Crap, he didn't even notice him, and he was usually good at noticing things! But looking at that man, the dark god himself couldn't help but shudder. His look was something he had never seen in a mortal, save once, and he didn't like it any better now.
The dark avatar bared its monstrous fangs and his hair stood menacingly, releasing a pungent aura of darkness strong enough to shake overwhelming fear in the hearts of men. His visage contorted,his claws throbbed and darkness pulsated in his eyes along with evil energies.
But most terrifying of all was the tremor, the convulsions of raw cannibalistic rage unconstrained in his dark visage. Dark shadows growing over his body as it trembled with what could only be described as divine wrath, causing an earthquake-like rumbling to overwhelm the area around them.
Even a battle hardened warrior would be unsettled by such a terrifying display. Was this the unstoppable beating of the drums calling for apocalypse, the cry of a body aching for blood and gore?
No, it was just the sound of his bones shaking.
D-damn! How am I going to deal with both now? He looks strong, crazy strong. What do I do? Calm down Methuselah, calm down. Breeeeathe, just breeeathe. That's right, just stay positive. Maybe if you assert dominance through speech, he will be willing to listen to reason!
"Fight? This is madness, please step aside. If that monster roams free, many more could die!"
