"Yeah, isn't this just a conversation between one homeless stray dog and another?"
Koshchey finally lifted his eyes, gazing at the youth in front of him with turbid pupils, "Am I not in awe of the title you once held? Even though you possessed it for less than two days! You still received the treatment a Pharaoh should have from me. Or perhaps, a Sacrifice who has lost favor should expect more charity from me!"
The raspy voice carried the thunderous roar of an immortal, a Transformer, and a Demon King, "If you desired my admiration, perhaps you shouldn't have refused that self-immolating Snake Sacrifice! Before being driven off that seat you'd barely warmed, you should have died honorably, not clinging to life like a stray dog!"
Amonmis's expression contorted. As if countless bugs were crawling underneath, his once handsome face now twisted malevolently like an Evil Ghost, grinding its teeth, forcing words through the gaps.
"Oh, Koshchey, you truly have broken my heart."
