Methuselah
"No, it's fine! I-"
Suddenly, the dark god heard horrified screams along with shattering noises. His eyes widened in shock and flared with crackling dark energies, glancing around him and back to his companion, he cursed his bad luck. Why couldn't he have a peaceful day off for once? Was it too much for a dark avatar to ask?
He whispered among the horrified screams, and for a second the lights of the mall flickered, until it all turned dark.
"Please try to evacuate everyone else, Rafalia."
Gritting his teeth, he floated away with a brisk pace, until he found the culprit and the annihilated piece of machinery before him. Like a dark star, he was looming above her, his pulsating red eyes were the only remaining source of light in the mall. He was unnamed, perhaps even angered, by this senseless chaos. He did not wish to escalate this further, for he disliked conflict. Because of that, he'd rather end this quickly.
Although if he had to fight, he wouldn't lose to anyone.
"I will give you five seconds to back down and explain yourself." He declared calmly, yet this declaration sounded as loud and earth shattering as divine thunder.