That was until he heard the footsteps above and his loyal subjects above doing their best to stop the trespassing fools. Such fruitless efforts for trying to invade his place. The idea spawned instantly, the stallion straightening his red jacket as he knelt down and began marking along the floor with the crude piece of brimstone.
His memory worked flawlessly, as he prided himself in, drawing the sigil perfectly with the yellow chalk of refined sulfur. A loud yell was heard above before the door to his secondary study busted free, splinters flying everywhere and a body tossing down the stairs. Numerous forms began marching down, his loyal guards doing their best to halt as many as they could.
"You think it would be this easy?" the stallion asked, standing his ground. "To just barge in and do as you please? No. You hold no power to do such things. You're no authority, no god. You hold nothing." His hoofed foot tapped the ground, the sigil coming to light in a blue glow. "Since you love going where you aren't needed, allow me to take you straight to Hell," he said, his smile full of anger and pride, the air changing and whirling with the sudden seal activation. "Personally," he added and chuckled softly.
This was a gift from
\n\t\t\t\t\tstorm-crow and I have to say, it's damn brilliant! Certainly puts a great mood in the horse~ Also gets me eager to write my Gothic themed idea more.This was done by the highly talented
\n\t\t\t\t\tfaeseiren so go watch them!Klein (stallion) belongs to me.