Arkh, the Void
While observing pleased the interactions of his newly created undead with the living, most of them ending with casualties for the later, Arkh felt a metaphorical chill in the spine. Metaphorical for he had the form of a cloud, so no spine, and for the chill would be better described as a burning. Something was happening, someone was... blessing! And blessing his creatures!
Arkh felt a deep displease and an urge to... growl? It was strange, that was new... He repressed it and searched for the source of his pain. There he found it, a small bright piece of divinity, so much... youth and potential. Scarily dangerous, it was not her force what annoyed or worried him, but its youth's spark. How would the universe become a peaceful place once again with such troublemakers around?
He approached her assuming a form based on hers. His cloud appearance started to take the form of an old, decrepit and phantom woman, with clear signs of decay. It was a ghost of the kid, having lost all desire for life and that annoying spark. A truly beautiful sight!
Upon getting near her, he coldly stated:
"So you dare interfere with my creations? What is it that you seek, young one? Is it chaos and pain?"
The ghost's tone had no inflections, like a person bored to death talking. The facial expression was equal. The truth was that Arkh was not attuned at all to his emotions. He didn't fully notice or understood them.
