.."Do something? Do Something?! How dare y- I AM A GOD!"
The brief moment of chilled rationality was cast aside at the mere mention that the he, the great and powerful Lightbringer, might have to get off his butt and actually do something with his own two hands.
It immediately lit his blood aflame once more as his rage boiled to the surface, exploding outwards in volcanic eruption of vitriol that spewed forth from his mouth.
"A GOD DOES NOT NEED TO WORK HIMSELF! A GOD HAS FOLLOWERS, MEASLY AND PATHETIC MORTALS TO DO HIS BIDDING. MY BIDDING! I AM A GOD AND I DON'T NEED TO DO ANY-"
It was an eruption that was immediately cut short by the calmly raised hand of the ethereal beauty. She held her palm up, as if asking for silence and pause, and it was the world itself that obeyed that request.
