- The Shadow Realm
"Damn it... Damn it!"
Thor watched chairs and furnishings fly past his head and strike opposite sides of the wall; shattering into pieces on contact.
In a room full of cowering demons, he and Lucifer Senior were the only ones who seemed unintimidated.
A feral Percival hurled obscene insults at his men as often as he did furniture. And when he ran out of things to throw, magic would likely fly next.
"ONE little beast! You incompetent fucking wretches couldn't keep one beast properly sedated and allowed it to run free, and now look! One of our biggest resources is GONE OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW!!"
Percival flipped over the table and struck Lucifer Jr. with it.
All things considered, this was still a relatively 'good' tantrum by Percival's standards. He had yet to roll up his sleeves and actually strike anyone, and none of them had been subjected to his hedonism, so... It was sort of like a pep talk in a way.
"You weak-kneed dilapidated fucks!"
