"M-My lady Gwyndolin" A grizzly yet snazzy man said weakly as he bathed in the presence of a greater power. "What is it Hyniete" the woman said sounding bored. "Have you felt a new presence of calamity" The man said with his head down. "Yes i have, but... its extremely weak and i don't think it can do much" The woman said oblivious to the future that is to come. "You are not going to crush it my lady? it may become an opposition to you" The servant said lowly. "Yes now begone" The woman said tiredly and waved off the man.

"Hey Kynareth a new calamity has been born should i crush it?" A person? beaming with power said nonchalantly. "Don't bother its probably nothing as the humans will subjugate something so weak" Kynareth said as he organized some papers. "But we're Demon lords why should we rely on humans?" The man said. "Zenalith if it's gonna be so bad then either Magra, Gwyndolin, Joraveskier, Yilgred, Orgyells, or that spoiled brat Hydreine will take care of it i have work to do so fuck off" Kynareth yelled to Zenalith as he organized some more papers.

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"AAHHAHAHAHHA" I Laughed maniacally as i rode atop Bryall's shoulders drunk out of my mind. "STOOP" Sarada screamed but was drowned out by my laughter that was carried through the night. (and could be heard around the world)(Metaphorically of course)

"SHUT THE FUCK UP SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP" A random voice yelled through among the night.

"Oh fuck mate this bloody hangovers gonna be a bitch AHAHAHAHA" I said before i chugged a keg.